Tie Li saw his twitching son in the pit, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot:
"Brat, let my son go! Otherwise, I'll make you beg for life and be unable to die!"
"Heh heh... You're dead."
When Tie Tang saw his father, twisted delight appeared on his face. "Trash, let go and kneel to beg for mercy now. Maybe Father will grant you a quick death!"
Long Aotian and the others felt the combined pressure of a Soul Emperor and a Soul King, and their bodies involuntarily retreated behind Lu Chen.
A confrontation at this level had already exceeded what Soul Elders could endure.
"You talk too much. Since the real target is here, you're no longer useful."
Lu Chen's gaze was calm as he looked at Tie Li.
Then, right before his eyes, he lifted the half-dead Tie Tang into the air as if he were carrying a chick.
"Y-you... What are you doing?!"
Tie Tang finally sensed that something was wrong. A chill that shot straight to the top of his head made him completely break down.
"No—!"
Tie Li's eyes split with rage as he suddenly charged over like a madman.
Bang!
A muffled sound, crisp and final.
Amid Tie Li's desperate roar, Lu Chen's five fingers clenched shut like steel nails.
Tie Tang's head exploded instantly like a watermelon crushed beneath a hydraulic press.
Red and white matter splattered everywhere under the violent force.
A few drops even splashed onto Tie Li's old face.
Bzz—!
At the same time, two deep black Soul Rings, radiating an aura of destruction, slowly rose beneath Lu Chen's feet.
The entire scene fell deathly silent.
"T-two black rings!"
An Ironblood Sect elder rubbed his eyes, his trembling voice rising sharply:
"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings! How is that possible? His first Soul