"I never thought you could actually destroy his divine soul!" When Xiao Yun returned to the Xiao Residence, Zhao Wuji looked at him in disbelief.
"Pfft!" Xiao Yun opened his mouth and spat out blood, nearly collapsing to the ground as his face turned deathly pale.
Xiao Heng's expression changed, and he hurried over to support him.
Xiao Yun waved his hand and said gravely, "That old fellow was very strong. I only managed to kill him by risking my life. Father, gather the clansmen at once. We have to leave Phoenix-Qilin City today."
"Alright!" Xiao Heng hurriedly nodded. He had heard earlier that Ye Dadao's master was on his way. Once the man reached Phoenix-Qilin City, they would undoubtedly die without even a burial place.
After all, merely a strand of his divine soul, separated by tens of thousands of miles, possessed such terrifying strength.
If his true body arrived, he would probably be able to wipe them out with a single slap.
"How are your injuries?" Zhao Wuji watched Xiao Heng leave, then turned to Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swallowed several healing pills. Snorting coldly, he said, "A Transcendent Realm expert is indeed terrifying. Just that old fellow's divine soul possessed the strength of the Spirit Sacrifice Realm. If I had not risked my life, I could not have killed him."
Zhao Wuji sighed. "Killing Spirit Sacrifice at Divine Bridge—you have every reason to be proud. In the entire cultivation world, I fear you are the only one capable of it. What a freak."
"That's why you chose the right person to follow." Xiao Yun grinned. Being able to kill one of Duan De's divine souls this time filled him with pride as well.
After all, that had