Seeing the awful looks on Nangong Wan's and the others' faces, Shen Lang said, feeling a headache coming on, "I already told you, that wasn't the Abyss Lord, just a wisp of his Soul Thought. Is this reaction really necessary?"
THUD! THUD!
The four of them, who had just managed to get back on their feet, collapsed again.
"You... you destroyed a wisp of the Abyss Lord's Soul Thought. Doesn't that mean he has his eyes on you now?" Nangong Wan was on the verge of tears.
'This is even worse than killing the Abyss Lord himself!'
If they had actually managed to kill the Abyss Lord, that would have been the end of it.
But since it was only a Soul Thought, how could the Abyss Lord possibly let Shen Lang off the hook?
Out in the world, the cultivation of a King Martial Realm expert was enough to establish a sect, become a patriarch, or even found a small nation.
