A Heavenly God as a Trump Card? Ancestor, Save Me!

Li Mufeng had never been so flustered before. He found himself surrounded by people—no, more accurately, by departed souls, or perhaps ghosts!

The Soul-Seizing Sect also refined departed souls for their own use.

But they could never create such a terrifying Divine Artifact.

Take the Soul-Seizing Banner from before. It contained only one departed soul, known as an artifact spirit, which grew stronger by absorbing and devouring other departed souls.

The Soul-Seizing Bell was somewhat better, but not by much. It merely held a few more departed souls, with different refining methods and attack techniques.

Yet there were so many departed souls here that it reminded him of a record in an ancient tome.

"The Myriad Souls Banner! This is the Myriad Souls Banner, the Divine Artifact secretly passed down by the Soul-Burying Sect!"

His eyes were filled with horror as he looked at Qin Luo and shouted, "What is your relationship with the Soul-Burying Sect?"

"Our Soul-Seizing Sect's ancestors were disciples of the Soul-Burying Sect. You and I should be considered fellow disciples!"

"You can't treat me like this!"

"Fellow disciples?" Qin Luo sneered. "You think you're worthy?"

"What makes you think you're qualified to cozy up to me?"

"Kill them!"

At Qin Luo's command, the departed souls launched their attack. There were simply too many of them, and Li Mufeng's group got a thorough taste of being outnumbered and bullied.

"Li Mufeng, I'm going to kill you! Hahaha, you have no chance of surviving! I'll eat you in a moment!" The speaker was Zhang Quan.

He could no longer truly be considered human. He had already become a soul.

Zhang Quan's appearance confirmed Li Mufeng's suspicion that this was the Myriad Souls Banner, the lost Divine Artifact of the Soul-Burying Sect recorded in those ancient books.

But now