After Ouyang Fei finished speaking, he flickered into the midst of the fleeing members of the Ping Family, pointing the Ghost Gourd. Skulls whistled out, and wherever they passed, the Ping family cultivators screamed miserably, instantly collapsing into a heap of bones.
Fu Changsheng waved his sleeve.
He collected the storage bag from the Ping Clan Leader off the ground, then flickered, heading toward the Soul Hall first, where Autummn Cicada had already taken care of matters and was guarding the entrance.
As Fu Changsheng stepped through the main entrance.
The sounds of battle outside had already died down, with most of the Ping family's cultivators already slain.
On the altar of the Soul Hall.
A row of Life Soul Plates could be seen, their soul lanterns extinguished, except for six plates at the center, covered by the fortune of the Ninth-Grade Noble Family Jade Seal, which were still lit.
He glanced over the names on the Life Soul Plates.
