In the short span of time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a thousand-year-old monster who had lived two lifetimes, the Thousand Eyes True Master who had dominated two provinces, had his soul utterly scattered and destroyed. Watching the gray light dissipate in midair, the few who were preparing to give chase couldn't help but stop.
The Imperial Mausoleum, which had been boiling like a raging sea just a moment before, now fell into a deathly silence.
At the same time, everyone stared blankly at the True Master in the cyan robe who stood amidst the ruins, their eyes filled with suspicion and shock. For a moment, it all felt unreal.
WHOOSH—
Meng Qianxun was the cautious one. He flew into the air and circled several times before landing again:
"His Divine Soul has been completely extinguished. Not a single trace of a remnant soul is left. Thousand Eyes is truly dead this time."
