Late Arrival, Throwing the Old Man's Back Out (Part 1)

Li Hong's corpse fell to the ground, and Su Che extended his hand, spreading out his dharma power.

Third Young Master Su was using a secret art to seize Li Hong's Living Soul.

Hundred-Foot Horizon would arrive soon. Wasting even one more second here would greatly increase the danger of facing a Fourth Grade expert head-on.

Cut through the tangled mess with a swift blade.

Kill first; any other information could be dealt with entirely by seizing the soul. Take away this Peaceful True Lord's Living Soul and interrogate it, and many of White Deer Grotto's secrets could be unraveled with ease.

Yet the truth was somewhat beyond Su Che's expectations.

Lu Bai and Zhu Yi had wrapped up this Peaceful True Lord's severed head nearby, while Wu Zhiqi and the other two heaved sighs of relief.

"No Living Soul?" Gushe naturally saw that Su Che was employing a technique to capture Li Hong's soul.

"That's right. It seems he was a soulless person."

The Peaceful True Lord before them appeared to possess no Living Soul at all.

People were born with souls and spirits; one clear and one murky, yet inseparably bound together.

Yet this Peaceful True Lord seemed to possess only a Muddied Soul, without any spirit.

No matter what, today's match had finally come to an end.

"Perhaps this is the foundation of White Deer Grotto's strange arts. Destiny Patterns are mysterious beyond measure, and I imagine they have been tampering with souls and spirits. But since Master Zhong is already on the way, this matter is now concluded. Mountains stand high and rivers run long; take care, everyone."

Su Che cupped his fists slightly.

"Precisely so."

Wu Zhiqi smiled. An unusual ripple spread through heaven and earth, as though answering Su Che's words, and the figures