"Cough, cough, cough—GURK—"
The emaciated neck was like a wooden twig; Jiang Qiu could snap it with just a little force. The Supreme Elder's mask flexed and warped, a symbol of his soul trembling on the brink of death.
Faced with the young man's brute force, he was powerless to use any of his skills. Even when he activated a Secret Technique of the Hundred Ghosts Dao, it was useless. His opponent's Soul Strength was terrifyingly powerful!
Peeking into his soul was like meeting the gaze of a True Dragon. A True Dragon, a True Dragon, a True Dragon...
"Still not coming out?"
After muttering to himself, Jiang Qiu snapped the Supreme Elder's neck. Instantly, the man's consciousness shattered like a splintering bamboo stalk.
SPLAT.
