The golden Yinglong on his shoulder also quietly fell asleep.
He flew down from the round dais, acting as if he hadn't heard the other person's question at all.
In the silver-haired man's eyes, a deep crimson color surged.
A light breeze brushed past the hem of Cuu Tieu's robe.
The silver-haired man's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then his whole body suddenly trembled, unable to utter a single word.
The silver-haired man collapsed to his knees, and not long after, his divine soul dissipated into nothingness.
Cuu Tieu walked straight out, his face ice-cold, as if killing a person in an instant was merely a trivial matter not worth his attention.
The five people who had collapsed in the hall stared blankly as the head elder's divine soul disintegrated right before their eyes.
Only then did they truly understand the terror of Cuu Tieu's power.
Such heaven-destroying, earth-shattering power—they never expected that they themselves were among those who had aided it.
