There was no splashing of blood, nor was there the sound of a skull shattering. Daoist Chong's body stiffened abruptly, and the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed and scattered. Under that single finger, all the Spiritual Qi and vitality within his body were completely disintegrated and annihilated by that force of Chaos, down to the most minute level.
"Thud." Daoist Chong's corpse fell limply to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His eyes, having lost their luster, remained wide open, filled with endless fear, regret, and bewilderment. Until his death, he could not understand how he, a False Nascent Soul Cultivator, leading two Golden Core subordinates and having set up the Insect Sea Great Array to scheme against a "weakened" Nascent Soul Cultivator who had just finished Undergoing Tribulation, could end up with such a result.
