692 Slaying a Soul Conduit Realm Cultivator! (2/2)

\”Yes!\” She took the bottles and drank them in a single gulp. Then, she nodded fiercely and swept her gaze sideways. In the next moment, she was on her way to one of the trapped Soul Conduit realm cultivators. She immediately started attacking as the souls continued to trap the Soul Conduit realm cultivator within their midst.

Alarm flashed across the Soul Conduit realm cultivator's face when he saw Feng Qiuran unleashing her attack. They immediately engaged in fierce battle. Incredible waves of spirit energy surged from their clashes.

There were three other Soul Conduit realm cultivators left. Wang Baole's eyes flickered as they swept past the three trapped cultivators, finally pausing on Chi Lin.

\”We have to make this quick…\” Wang Baole muttered to himself. He turned towards Chi Lin with a single step. With the fall of his foot, red meridians emerged from his body and wove themselves around him, materializing into the Thearch Armor!

His form might have slimmed down, which meant that the armor no longer looked as enormous as it had before, but the violent aura that it exuded didn't lessen. The black eye behind Wang Baole added to the armor's fearsome appearance. He had transformed into a demonic god. He took a second step and appeared next to Chi Lin, raising his left hand and punching!

Behind the punch was the power of the Supernova, the Thearch Armor, his Stellar Nascent Soul, and the Demonic Eye Art!

The accumulated power momentarily surpassed the limits of what an ordinary Nascent Soul realm cultivator should possess. In fact, it wasn't power that a Nascent Soul realm cultivator could contain. However, Wang Baole had an incredibly resilient physical body and his Thearch Armor serving as a vessel for his power. That allowed him to unleash power that was beyond what a Nascent Soul realm cultivator was allowed to possess!

It was a punch that could rival one unleashed by a Soul Conduit realm cultivator, one that not only matched a punch by a Soul Conduit realm cultivator at the early-stage but surpassed it entirely. It was like receiving a punch given by a true mid-stage Soul Conduit realm cultivator!

Alarm colored Chi Lin's face. He howled, raised both arms, and with a sudden wave, summoned the gray Daoist robe that had been hovering above his head before him. The gray Daoist robe flew down and stood before him, prepared to stop Wang Baole's attack.

He prepared to make a hasty retreat as well, smacking his forehead with a force that exposed his intention to tear his host body apart and reveal his true Never-Ending Clan form.

It was the right move. He acted swiftly, but it was still too late!

Just as the gray Daoist robe flew ahead of Chi Lin and the latter threw himself back, a white light flickered in Wang Baole's eyes. The demonic eye behind him, which had been shut all along, suddenly… blinked open!

The cosmos shuddered. Silence descended. Space and time and all living things came to a standstill!

Chi Lin was one of them. He froze, as if the thread connecting his body and spirit had just been snipped, and as if all thoughts had suddenly fled his mind. He stood immobile as Wang Baole stepped around the gray Daoist robe and passed Chi Lin in a single swift moment. The right arm of the Thearch Armor flared with the light of the Divine Armament.

It was too late to retaliate or dodge the attack, too late for his Never-Ending Clan form to escape from his host body. The Divine Armament arm slashed forward in a sweep, ending the battle… Blood splattered as Chi Lin's head flew into the air. As his head parted from his body, the latter instantly shriveled up, its blood and flesh drained immediately by the Thearch Armor. Chi Lin's soul was devoured by the black eye in the same instant. Behind Wang Baole, next to the first black eye, appeared another… a second shut eye the size of a fist!

So, it's that simple, killing a Soul Conduit realm cultivator. Wang Baole shut his eyes. He could sense another separate cultivation inside his body. His Demonic Eye Art was growing more powerful, inching slowly and steadily towards the fourth level of the cultivation technique.

The expression on his face was calm. There was no joy nor sorrow. This was the price one paid for practicing the Demonic Eye Art. He no longer felt anything when killing others. In fact, a faint and indescribable hunger began to unfurl inside him. It was urging him to continue killing.

Interesting. Does the Demonic Eye Art possess its own will? Is it trying to control me… Wang Baole assessed the waves of hunger inside him, then turned towards the second Soul Conduit realm cultivator who was currently trapped. An icy glint flashed across his eyes as he made his way towards the Soul Conduit realm cultivator!