Atop the gate tower.
Controlling the phantom cauldron, Li Yan slowly drew out Wei Xing's true soul. The process was somewhat slow because Wei Xing possessed a magical treasure that protected his true soul, offering some resistance against the golden light radiating from the phantom cauldron.
"What do you want? What the hell do you want?!"
Wei Xing grew thoroughly frantic. He could already feel cracks appearing in the supreme treasure his elder had bestowed upon him. It was about to shatter.
Li Yan offered no answer. With a slight frown, he raised both arms as though lifting the cauldron, making its golden light shine even brighter.
Crack-bang!
A sharp crack rang out inside Wang Shantang's chest. A soul-protecting bronze mirror instantly crumbled to dust.
Hearing that sound, Wei Xing screamed inwardly in despair, "I'll remember you! My true soul contains a strand of my elder's Divine Sense! You've ruined the entire Yulin Faction's plan and destroyed our hopes of going to the Capital a second time! You'll suffer endless retaliation. Someday, you won't even be able to beg for death!"
Li Yan's voice was icy. "Heh. Lately, I've been staying in a fourth-grade Secret Realm-the Sunset Cemetery. You'll find me in Sunset City. There are the fifth-grade Divine Mountain Ruins nearby, and the Banks of the Eternal River, whose grade is unknown. How about this? Forget your damned Yulin Faction. Ask Little Jing of Great Qian whether he's got the balls to let anyone from the Celestial Surveillance Bureau take a single step into the Sunset Cemetery."
That answer left Wei Xing utterly dumbfounded.
"You frog in a well. Retaliation? Are you even worthy?!" Li Yan cursed disdainfully, raising his hand. "Into the cauldron!"
"Aaah!!!"
His scream echoed across the City Gate. Without the soul-protecting mirror, Wei Xing's true