As that crisp sound rang out, the expressions of Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, changed in the distance.
"Want to die? Not that easily!" Both men roared, reaching out with great hands as though trying to stop his suicide.
A living venerable of the Hall of Souls, one who had worked for it for over a thousand years, knew things far more valuable than what the Old Woman or Hun Chen knew. He might even know the location of the Hall of Souls' headquarters.
If so, the two of them would have rendered a tremendous service.
Unfortunately, upon seeing the methods of Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, a flash of anger suddenly appeared on the venerable's face.
"You bastards! You won't even let me die in peace?" he cursed, while the flames burning over his body suddenly grew even fiercer.
These were flames fueled by his burning soul. Faced with a Dou Zun expert's premeditated suicide, prepared in advance and carried out with all his strength, even Wen and Wu, the Two Saints, were helpless. In the end, they could only watch as his soul dissipated into the world.
In my next life, I must never come back to this world to suffer again. That was Venerable Niu's final thought.
Once his soul had finished burning, only a corpse remained, falling to the ground with a thud.
"Damn it!" Looking at the body that no longer had a soul, Xiao Wu could not help roaring. The credit that had been right at his lips had slipped away again.
With the big fish having killed himself, the three could only turn helplessly toward the little fish and shrimp nearby.
Most of those remaining here were Dou Zongs and Dou Emperors. Dou Emperors were not qualified to become Protectors and