Half-Saint Cheng Caizhi's pupils suddenly dilated.
The remnant soul of his grandson flew towards his location, leaving only a few feet between him and Cheng Xie.
A step away, life and death in sight.
"Soul severing."
With a flicker of faint light from Bazhun'an's fingertips, it pierced through the air before Cheng Caizhi could act, breeching Cheng Xie's remnant soul's head.
Thud!
At that moment, the heart-stopping feeling gripped not only Half-Saint Cheng Caizhi but also the spectators around.
Everyone watched as Cheng Caizhi hurriedly reached forward, but all his hands could gather was the disintegrated fragments of his grandson Cheng Xie's remnant soul.
Crystalline like flowing sand, fragmenting piece by piece.
Through the elbows and wrist, through the fingers, turning into nothingness.
In front of his grandfather, completely killing his grandson...
"How dare you, brat?!"
