Jiang Cheng certainly wouldn't pass up such an opportunity.
His own Holy Soul roared out, stirring up an even more fierce storm across the scene.
The storm swept through, breaking through the Soul Sea of those twelve Daoist Venerables who were heavily wounded like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
Forcibly shattering and flattening their Main Souls!
Thump!
Thump!
The eyes of the twelve Daoist Venerables dimmed, no longer showing any signs of life.
Respected Daoist Venerables, ended just like that.
The whole process was so simple it was appalling, making one even doubt that they were not powerful Daoist Venerables but mere ordinary Martial Artists of the Lower Realm.
Their Immortal Bodies remained intact, and the Immortal Power within had not dissipated.
If undisturbed, these bodies without Divine Souls could exist for billion years without decay.
"This is impossible!"
Bai Xing Daoist Venerable's confident and smug smile froze.
"What happened?"
