"Junior, you win this round!"
With his life hanging by a thread, Ma Tu unleashed the Disintegration Art, drawing a wisp of vital spirit from his three hun and seven po. Carrying his intelligence, memories, and the small portion of Dharma power he had left, it slipped away through the void.
At his level of cultivation, death and the dissolution of his Dao no longer came so easily. Even at such a critical juncture, he could still spare enough strength to preserve a spark.
He planned to activate his contingency and enter the Ghost Dao, or reincarnate and cultivate anew.
"I will never forget today's humiliation! If I ever get the chance, I will avenge it!
You bastard Chi, and the Incense Accumulation Sect... we can never coexist!"
His own rage had clouded Ma Tu's mind, and he roared like a madman.
This disintegration would cost him a great deal. He might never recover from it, never again joining the ranks of the powerful, but that was still far better than perishing utterly.
Chi Yingting remained expressionless. "Rest assured, you won't get any chance."
He seemed to have prepared for this long ago. At once, he took an incense burner from his pocket, inserted four sticks of spirit incense, and conjured a flame at his fingertips to light them.
Then he raised the incense burner high.
"Soul and Spirit Summoning!"
This was Soul-Guiding Incense!
A mysterious force tugged at Ma Tu's soul, inexplicably drawing it back into Chi Yingting's hand.
In that brief journey out and back, Ma Tu's divine soul had been scoured by the boundless void, leaving it muddled and dazed, like a newly born ghost.
Chi Yingting closed his hand around it, then tossed it into a precious burner forged from a special material.
With Ma Tu's