When Su Zhou unleashed his full power, cleanly and decisively blasting the Divine Bird Peacock to pieces and picking up the dazzling Evil Soul that spilled from its corpse—a soul shimmering with resplendent light and swirling with five colors, as brilliant as fireworks—
To be honest, no one present had even realized that the Peacock was already dead.
After a good ten-odd seconds had passed, even Su Zhou tilted his head in confusion, glancing behind him from the corner of his eye and wondering where the cheers were. It was only then that Tang Yuan, who had been hiding in a corner in his Spiritualization form, finally caught on. The pale-faced young man tremblingly raised his hands, one clutching his heart and the other pointing in the Peacock's direction. "It's dead!"
—'Isn't that obvious? I just crushed its head twenty seconds ago and even collected the Evil Soul. Brother Tang, your reaction time is way too slow.'
