"You wish!"
The withered soul shouted harshly, channeling Spiritual Energy into Lan Zhanhan and the Fourth Hall Master's souls, instantly restoring their clarity.
"Old bastard, you're despicable!" Jiang Meier roared in fury upon seeing this. The Holy Martial Whip lashed out with such force that it seemed to pierce through time, appearing instantly before Lan Zhanhan.
With a sharp sound, the whip, like a blade, brushed lightly against Lan Zhanhan, tearing his skin and flesh, sending blood and meat flying.
Immediately after, the Holy Martial Whip reversed its path, striking the Fourth Hall Master, causing his Spiritual Power-infused body to retreat explosively, his face full of dread.
Witnessing this, the withered soul's aged face twisted in uncontrollable rage. He roared, releasing more soul power that transformed into a giant pale hand, heavily slapping toward Jiang Meier.
This palm strike wouldn't harm the flesh but directly targeted the soul.
