"How could this be? How could this happen..."
Saint King Juexin, dragged out of Li Xingchen's body by the Soul-Hooking Cord, wore a look of utter disbelief. He could feel the cord constantly releasing a cold, sinister aura that kept numbing his Saint Spirit.
"This is a weapon that targets souls! And an extremely high-grade one at that! How could you have something like this?!" Saint King Juexin roared.
Weapons that targeted souls were far too rare. Even he had never seen one himself, only heard of them.
Yet Chu Kuangren actually possessed such a weapon, and as luck would have it, it was perfect for dealing with him just after his successful possession!
Saint Juexin was so furious that even his Saint Spirit trembled. "Heaven's Will-is this Heaven's Will? Do the heavens truly want me, Juexin, dead?!"
"No, no! Even that Saint War couldn't kill me! I refuse to believe this mere chain can do anything to me!!"
Saint King Juexin struggled desperately, his Saint Spirit fluctuating violently.
Chu Kuangren gave the Soul-Hooking Cord a gentle tug. Its cold, sinister aura intensified, eating into Saint King Juexin. His entire Saint Spirit seemed to freeze into an ice sculpture, immediately rendering him immobile.
"Chu Kuangren, what... what exactly do you want?!"
Saint King Juexin spoke weakly.
"I'm a little curious. What did you mean by the Saint War? Tell me about it, and perhaps I'll spare you," Chu Kuangren said evenly.
Saint King Juexin's expression shifted repeatedly, but now Chu Kuangren held the knife and chopping block while he was the fish on it. If he wanted to live, he could only obey.
"The Saint War was a great battle fifty thousand years ago. Every participant was a Saint, hence the name!"
"Wait, every participant was a Saint?!"
Chu Kuangren