In the severely damaged room, several streams of blood flowed from Tie Li's right arm as he tightly gripped his Martial Soul, dripping onto the floor one drop at a time.
Clearly, he had been injured in the battle just now.
The two Soul Elders were both level thirty-five Soul Masters, their Soul Power Levels higher than Tie Li's.
The other two Soul Grandmasters had been killed by Tie Li first. One had his head smashed to pulp, while the other had a huge hole blasted through his chest.
As for the two Soul Elders, one had his glabella pierced by the single horn on the Forging Hammer's handle and instantly lost his life. The other had taken a solid blow from Tie Li's hammer, leaving his entire back visibly caved in, though he had not died completely.
He tried to support himself and stand, only to collapse onto the ground.
He did not dare to cancel his Martial Soul Possession. His life was being sustained by it at this moment; the instant he canceled it, he would die on the spot.
Tie Li tore the black cloth from his face, revealing his true appearance.
"You..."
Before he could say anything else, Tie Li crushed his heart beneath his foot.
Tie Li simply wrapped his wounds with white cloth, then put his inner armor and bracers back on. If he had been wearing them just now, he would not have been injured.
Hmm?
Tie Li suddenly felt a dangerous aura envelop him.
"I'm very curious. Where exactly did you come from?"
A gorgeously dressed young man appeared in the doorway, stepping on the splinters of the wooden door. He was handsome and refined, yet an unshakable brutality lingered between his brows.
"I don't think my foolish little sister has such