"Yan Ming defied his superior and showed disrespect toward me, a supreme elder. He deserved severe punishment," Ying Wu said evenly.
Kurong said, "Yan Ming has already suffered the punishment he deserved, with a hundred needles piercing his body. Please show mercy, Supreme Elder, for the sake of a fellow sect member."
"That will not do." Ying Wu slowly shook his head. "The punishment I decree is the utter destruction of his soul."
As he finished speaking, the spikes instantly extended faster, punching through Yan Ming's flesh one after another.
A hundred spikes piercing his body alone would not have been enough to damage Yan Ming's foundation, but many of them pierced his dantian and skull.
In an instant, an inch-tall Nascent Soul flew out. Yet it still could not escape the sword formation and could only curl up in the gaps between the many spikes, staring at Kurong with its tiny eyes full of terror and pleading.
His physical body hung from the spikes, as though subjected to the punishment of having his corpse exposed.
"You escaped rather quickly. Let us see how you dodge this."
As Ying Wu spoke in a low, sharp voice, more spikes extended from the sword formation's barrier, densely filling every inch of the enclosure.
The spikes extended at tremendous speed, piercing the Nascent Soul in the blink of an eye.
"Aaah-"
The agonized scream had barely begun before it abruptly stopped.
Yan Ming's Nascent Soul shattered, and his soul dispersed.
"You-" Kurong's face was filled with disbelief. "You really killed Yan Ming?"
"What of it?" Ying Wu remained composed. "A mere Body Integration Cultivator dared defy his superior. Naturally, he deserved death."
Kurong's face filled with resentment.
"Supreme Elder Ying Wu, how imposing you are. You killed an inner sect elder as soon