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Chapter 465 - 282: Demon Peeping into the Soul, Snatching the Underlying Foundation
Chapter 465 - 282: Demon Peeping into the Soul, Snatching the Underlying Foundation
Chapter 465: Chapter 282: Demon Peeping into the Soul, Snatching the Underlying Foundation
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It sounded as if a piece of fabric was being torn, but in fact, it was the sound of flesh and skin ripping apart. A creature with the head of a wolf and the body of a human, a seemingly divine demon incarnate, held a tangible thunder spear and skewered a demon that only had half of its body left in mid-air.
“Is this it?”
Even on the furred wolf head, a profoundly human sense of disappointment manifested. He glanced at the demon’s lower body, which was completely hollow, unable to regenerate, then his barebones shoulder and the single remaining wing. He couldn’t help but sigh,
“It’s a bit asymmetrical.”
Speaking, Feng Qing’an tore off the single remaining wing forcefully, along with a large portion of the demon’s back flesh. Despite the severe injury, only a few streaks of dark red liquid seeped out of the wound, with no gushing blood, as the demon’s blood was nearly drained.
“This looks much better.”
Gazing at the feeble demon, all that was left being a head and most of a torso, barely hanging on to life, Feng Qing’an finally nodded in satisfaction.
He had fulfilled his promise, with his own fists he had blown up the creature who coveted Nan Song’s property. It was only fair that it should meet such an outcome. A swift end by his sword would have been too easy.
“This, no…”
Boom—
Without letting it finish, the thunder spear pierced through the demon’s chest and abruptly exploded, splintering the barely surviving demon into pieces, turning it into a charred shell.
But this was not the end. To mortals, the destruction of the body signifies the end of life, but for cultivators, this is only the beginning of another journey, or perhaps, the start of a descent into purgatory, just like at this very moment.
Feng Qing’an extended his palm, reaching out to grasp, and pulled out a human-shaped soul similar to the Deputy Sect Master of the Human Race.
However, this soul had many more parts that did not belong to the Human Race. Horns, bat wings, and a scorpion tail, it had the appearance of a half-human, half-demon. The essence of its soul had changed, which was why it was deemed as not belonging to the Human Race.
“This is not fair!”
The soul stripped by Feng Qing’an was the Deputy Sect Master of Ghost Soul Sect. His eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. Despite his extreme regret, he stared fiercely at Feng Qing’an, whose Dragon Scale robe was gradually disappearing, to be replaced by a white robe again.
Had it been a fair hand-to-hand combat and he was bested by a stronger divine power, he would have admitted defeat without any complaints. However, after the real combat, he couldn’t even touch the opponent’s body.
That damned white robe would turn into armor at the critical moment, keeping his claws at bay. Even if he tried his best, up to the point of breaking his claws, he was still unable to pierce through that thin layer of dragon scales.
That was precisely why, what appeared to be a fair fight was actually a one-sided beating, or even worse, an utter humiliation. It was truly an unjust battle.
Even if his soul was extracted, he still had to yell loudly to vent his dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
“What’s not fair? I could have finished you with one stroke of my sword, but instead, I allowed you to enjoy the process of being blown up by me.”
Feng Qing’an looked at the soul in his hand that was still wailing unjustly. Cerulean soul fire trickled down his palm, burning the resentful soul, making it sizzle.
The deputy sect master’s soul instantly began screeching in agony, and his soul body started distorting, unable to bear the pain of the soul being scorched, and began to scream for mercy.
“I pose no further threat to you, let my soul go.”
“If I can be reincarnated, I swear to be your dog.”
At this moment, the Deputy Sect Master was truly scared. For those on the road of cultivation, the end of a life does not signify complete demise. As long as the True Spirit still exists, they have a chance at reincarnation.
Although there were many debates within the cultivation world, even though the True Spirit is unique, can a spirit re-born, devoid of all past memories, truly be considered the original existence?
Regardless of what other cultivators might think, the Deputy Sect Master believed that the True Spirit was unique. As long as it didn’t vanish into oblivion, he still had a chance at reincarnation, even if he had to start from scratch.
Reincarnated, his future realms of cultivation could reach the apex, regain all of his past memories, he had a chance to resurrect in a dissimilar form.
But once the soul disperses and the True Spirit is destroyed, then he would lose even this slim sliver of hope. Even if this last hope was minuscule, almost non-existent, it was still a shred of hope nonetheless.
“I don’t need a dog like you.”
Hearing the man begging for mercy in the face of extreme despair, abandoning all dignity and consideration, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but laugh. The young deputy sect master, full of resentment, looked lethargic and relaxed,
“Come, look into my eyes.”
Although he knew something bad was about to happen, which even made his soul tremble, the Deputy Sect Master, whose body was blown apart, had no power to resist, leaving him no choice but to look into Feng Qing’an’s eyes which had silently turned pitch black.
His deep eyes were like an endless darkness, like a bottomless abyss. Merely one glance would engulf the soul, leaving it unable to escape.
Indeed, at this moment, the soul of the Junior Sect Master of Ghost Soul Sect had become lifeless and expressionless, devoid of desires or regrets. After all, even the most basic emotional responses such as joy and anger had been erased, leaving no reaction.