The old man did not immediately approach Yue Ling. Instead, he warned him loudly, "Lord Soul Master, be careful! There are nine of them in all. They're demons who feed on human blood...!"
Yue Ling paused for a moment, then nodded gently.
Before the old man could finish speaking, a blood-red figure swiftly appeared behind him, ready to kill him to silence him.
"You've revealed too much! In that case, I can't let you live...!"
Hearing the hoarse whisper behind him, the old man's hair stood on end. He instinctively tried to run to the Lord Soul Master's side.
But just as he moved his legs, that cold, sinister aura pinned him in place.
The threat of death rushed straight at him.
The old man trembled all over. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, his breathing quickened, and bitterness filled his mouth. Only one thought remained in his mind.
Am I going to die?
The shadow of death hung over his head, and he could feel something sharp behind him.
With death so close, no amount of struggling would help.
Just as the old man closed his eyes in resignation, waiting for the god of death to reap his life,
a thunderous shout came from nearby.
"Third Soul Skill, Golden Stamen Piercing Ray Strike!"
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum behind Yue Ling radiated golden-purple light. A crystal rapidly condensed at the center of his martial soul. Without any buildup, it took shape in an instant and shot toward the man ambushing the old man.
Almost immediately, it sank into the man's body.
The Evil Soul Master froze briefly when the attack struck him. His gaze swept over the spot where he had been hit, and upon finding no injury, contempt welled up in his heart.
*Heh... so this is his