Su Shi'er's voice rang out, yet the space before his gaze remained utterly calm, without the slightest hint of anything amiss.
On the ground below, the countless cultivators closest to Su Shi'er—
hearing his voice and watching his actions, could not help looking at one another in bewilderment.
"Hmm? What does Senior mean by this?"
"Could it be... that Spirit Severing-stage ghost cultivator never left?"
"How is that possible? There isn't the slightest trace of ghost cultivator aura here. Senior gave him the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, yet instead of fleeing for his life, he stayed behind. Isn't that simply courting death?"
Soft murmurs quietly arose. Every cultivator present was deeply puzzled by the scene before them.
Only a handful of cultivators followed the direction of Su Shi'er's gaze.
Though they could see nothing, thoughtful expressions appeared on their faces.
Seeing that no one answered, Su Shi'er did not mind.
He gave a soft snort and lightly flicked a finger.
In an instant, Divine Emperor Power surged from his fingertips, transforming into a streak of golden sword light that tore through the air.
Pfft!
The sword light passed through empty air, yet the sound of a sharp blade piercing solid flesh rang out.
"You... you really discovered my whereabouts? How... how could this be possible?"
A startled cry sounded as the ghost cultivator's figure reappeared.
His face was a mingling of terror and shock, while his aura declined at an alarming speed.
Even as he spoke, his body became hazy and insubstantial.
Like a wisp of smoke in the wind, he could disperse between heaven and earth at any moment.
This was clearly a sign that the ghost cultivator had suffered grave injuries and did not have long to live.
"I told you—your whereabouts