Zhe Wushuang coughed up a mouthful of blood. His physical body was destroyed, and he died a wretched death right then and there!
An ethereal soul struggled free from the corpse. As an expert of the Sword Venerable Realm, his cultivation had been immensely powerful, and now his resentment blazed to the heavens. The soul was so substantial it was nearly corporeal, and the gaze it fixed on Ling Xiao was full of venomous hatred.
Ling Xiao scoffed coldly. A Transparent Crystal Stone suddenly appeared in his hand—something he had stumbled upon during his cultivation travels these past few years. This Transparent Crystal Stone had only one purpose: to seal souls!
Ling Xiao cast the Transparent Crystal Stone toward Zhe Wushuang's soul.
