What the Blood Immortal Ancestor didn't expect was that even after his death, Wang Xiaoqiang still had one more trick up his sleeve.
Before the Blood Immortal Ancestor's corpse hit the ground, Wang Xiaoqiang reached out and grabbed his head, causing it to explode with a bang like a cracked watermelon, red and white mess everywhere, releasing ten wisps of gray smoke.
These ten wisps of smoke seemed to have a mind of their own, scattering in all directions. But before they could escape, Wang Xiaoqiang reached out, making a snake devouring gesture, and immediately drew them into his palm—these were the Blood Immortal Ancestor's Three Souls and Seven Spirits.
"You brat, you killed me, and now you won't even spare my soul?" The soul of a Heavenly Immortal-level cultivator could speak. Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang wasn't going to spare his soul after killing him, the Blood Immortal Ancestor shouted with resentment.
