Silence. The people watching all around fell into deathly silence. A Soul King—the one who had just died was no ordinary Soul Master or Great Soul Master, but a five-ringed Soul King. More importantly, this Soul King was only twenty-five years old.
Yet such a promising Soul King had died at the hands of another Soul King, killed in what looked like a single decisive move.
After a brief silence, the surrounding spectators erupted into loud cheers.
"Who is he? Gather information on him immediately!"
"Killing a Soul King in one move—this kid is terrifying. If you encounter him in the future, be careful. Better yet, don't get too close to him."
Though they did not know how Yang Dong had done it, He Yang had died precisely because he had gotten too close to Yang Dong. Until they understood his limits, keeping their distance from Yang Dong was undoubtedly the right choice.
Yang Dong casually tossed He Yang's corpse onto the ground. He Yang's wide eyes remained fixed straight ahead, filled with terror, while his life had departed forever.
"Just as I thought. After killing someone with Soul Devour, I can absorb a small portion of their power. It may be tiny, but it is extremely pure, just like power cultivated by myself."
Yang Dong closed his eyes and felt the power that had just surged into his body. The only thing that unsettled him was that after using Soul Devour to kill someone, the Ghost Hand on his left arm—and even his own heart—felt an urge for Bloodlust.
If he frequently used Soul Devour to kill people, perhaps one day he would fall under the control of his body's instincts. That would mean descending into demonhood.
He Yang's death had happened in an instant. Wei Xingzhou was also