On a high tower.
Two figures stood leaning against the railing, gazing at the enormous carcass of the Green Eagle paraded through the city streets, each with an unpleasant expression.
These were precisely Jin Ling and Shenhuo.
Suddenly, Jin Ling slammed the railing fiercely.
"Previously, I only thought his qi power was extraordinary and his foundation deep. Now it seems, I still underestimated him. Such methods to suppress and kill beings of the same order are by no means ordinary!"
He considered himself one of the outstanding among Nascent Soul True Masters, yet found it hard to defeat a peer in a short time.
Not to mention causing the opponent's divine soul destruction, with not even the nascent soul escaping.
Taking a deep breath, Jin Ling said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Shenhuo, did you manage to discern the method he used?"
"It should be that bizarre flame, instantaneously refining Old Ghost Mo Tian's artifact on the battle platform,"
