Song Wen sent out two streams of spiritual power, drawing Xuan Qu's head and mutilated body into his hands.
Immediately afterward, the head and remains rapidly shriveled, turning into dried corpses.
Blazing flames suddenly erupted from Song Wen's hands.
In the blink of an eye, the dried corpses turned to ash and scattered amid the surging Source Qi.
Without pausing for even a moment, Song Wen activated his escape art and swiftly departed.
At the same time, he sent part of his consciousness into his sea of consciousness, condensing it into a figure there.
Xuan Qu's divine soul was suppressed by the black hole in the sea of consciousness, unable to move.
Like Bai Wei before him, cracks crawled across his soul body. However, his consciousness remained clear.
Song Wen could not help worrying that Xuan Qu would be crushed alive by the pressure emanating from the sea of consciousness.
Left with no choice, Song Wen controlled the black hole and weakened its pressure.
"Xuan Qu, answer a few questions for me, and I can give you a quick death."
To Xuan Qu's ears, Song Wen's words were utterly ironic.
Not long ago, he had spoken the very same words to Song Wen in a similar tone.
"Chi Pei, kill me or torture me as you please. This lord's divine soul is already shattered beyond repair and on the verge of dispersing. My soul scattering into nothingness is already inevitable. Why should this lord submit to you and answer your questions?"
A faint smile appeared on Song Wen's face, as though mocking Xuan Qu's ignorance.
He raised a hand and pointed upward. At once, specks of spiritual light spilled from the black hole overhead, falling upon Xuan Qu's divine soul.
The cracks in Xuan Qu's divine soul immediately began showing