The man in black glared, a flash of cold light gleaming. Bulin was not so difficult to handle; the two could only suppress Lin Zida's arrogance at the border's late stage, unable to confront it. It seemed they intended to use certain methods.
A black, small bell appeared in his hand. The soul of extraordinary caliber, the "Autonomous Soul," would use its voice to overlay the world. The piercing sound trembled, deafening. The power of the soul could obliterate the forest's dust in an instant.
When Lin Zida heard the bell, his body swayed like a drunken drunkard, the stance he maintained unnoticeable. Another man in black's eyes brightened; he wielded a water sword against Lin Zida's household. Lin Zida gritted his teeth, his opponent wielding a huge, wave-like surge covering him. Lin Zida staggered back several steps, spewing a blood arrow.
Using the soul as a weapon was a rare feat among cultivators, capable of attacking the cultivator's soul.
