"Sigh."
Hall Master Xiang gave a light sigh, the Power of Dao Rhyme in his hand dissipated. He took a step forward to support the lifeless body.
There was no longer any sign of life in Liu the Tributor, who had only a breath left.
"Black Soul Hall, one day, I will pulverize you all!"
Tears flowed freely as Chu Muyin's chest heaved intensely.
The existence of those in black robes was no longer a secret; they claimed to belong to the Black Soul Hall. However, even the various Great Immortal Countries were not clear about the location of this Black Soul Hall.
One could only roughly speculate that it might be a hidden noble clan?
At this moment, Chu Muyin couldn't afford to be sad, nor did she have time for a proper farewell to her master, as she swiftly moved to the stone pillar, allowing her Spiritual Power to surge forth.
"Buzz..."
