88 Chapter 88 Refining of the Soul (1/2)

While everyone was startled and rooted, Zong Shou's sword didn't show any sign of stopping.

Heaven Energy Swallowing Conversion Technique, when that green sword swept through the old man's neck, it had already taken with it a few threads of this Xiantian Master's essence energy.

Even a tenth of it was terrifyingly overbearing. The remaining consciousness of the old man was stronger than the two Mythic Masters from before by tenfold!

Zong Shou scoffed coldly, forcefully wiping out all the distractions in his mind. The sword shadow rose into the sky once more, after making a turning motion, it swept down into the distance once more.

Gao Yi's face was totally white as he tried to use his swords to swing behind him, ordering the Windrider Foal to gallop away like it meant its life.

Zong Shou didn't mind, all the essence energy that he absorbed suddenly exploded out. It directly manifested into a strong aura, stabbing down sword by sword rapidly, turning into a thousand swords, like a waterfall raining down from the sky, charging down.

When the ding ding dang dang of the sword rain landed, blood and flesh flew out in every direction. One sword directly cut the Windrider Foal in half, then the following sword flashed once more and cut off Gao Yi's four limbs, leaving him to fall right onto the ground.

The sword turned back once more and leapt up into the air, travelling like lightning as it covered a hundred thousand feet in a breath. One flash, and it cut an armored warrior who was preparing to escape into two. The sword shadow flickered successively and a few more streaming lights flashed across. A thousand feet out another Mythic Master was beheaded, totally silent and without signs as he fell right to the ground.

The remaining two people who were currently still fighting with the Dark Chill Tiger. In their panic, their moves were really uncoordinated and were unable to break free quickly.

Zong Shou felt a piercing pain within his soul, the nearby purple lightning was already dim to the and about to dissipate. Knowing that he was already at his limit, even if he was able to swallow the energy it was difficult for him to continue. He didn't bother anymore and directly moved in the direction of his body.

A light smoke entered through the acupoint between his eyebrows. After his soul returned, regaining control of his body, Zong Shou immediately felt dizzy.

Shaking and on the verge of falling, not only was he mentally weak, his body felt like it was being stabbed with a thousand needles. All the energy within his body was used up.

Within his soul ocean, there were many impurities mixed in, and at this moment it was really corrupted.

Zong Shou knew that this was the secondary price of using the Heaven Energy Swallowing Conversion Technique to kill the Xiantian Master.

Clearing his soul and purifying it again would at least take two months of hard work. For those two months not only would he be unable to let his soul leave the body, his soul power cultivation would fall back instead of improving.

Not only his soul, successively pulling open the strongbow twenty times left his arm still trembling now. Some of his tendons and muscles had torn. For the next half a month it would be difficult for him to use any strength.

He didn't bother much about it, instead he felt really comfortable and carefree, all the violence and brutality in his heart had been vented out.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chuxue lowering her head and looking at him like a stunned piece of wood.

Gong Xinran was the same, her eyes dumbfounded as she struggled to find words to say.

It seemed like a dream when he killed those Mythic Masters. Now, before her eyes, that Xiantian master who was an unstoppable wall was also killed with a sword.

He actually did what he said he would, promising that he would let Gao Yi die in front of her. He really stopped at nothing, risking it all to fight with that Xiantian master so as to be able to kill Gao Yi.

Not only did he use special technique after special technique, the way he acted was also really sharp and decisive, sending fear down one's spine.

She remembered that this Junior Brother who was deemed as trash by people at the college was only thirteen years old.

She was filled with great emotions. That boy who was humiliated, who could cry silently to himself, was actually so strong now.