Ye Tian looked at the middle-aged man, slightly frowning.
The middle-aged man's entire face had sunken in, and it was clearly impossible for him to open his mouth.
The kick just now was too forceful.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
Ye Tian squatted down, reached out a finger, and tapped it on the forehead of the middle-aged man.
He wanted to perform the Soul Searching Technique on the middle-aged man to search his memories.
But at the very moment his Divine Sense infiltrated the soul of the middle-aged man, a certain mark on the middle-aged man's soul suddenly erupted.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the middle-aged man's soul dispersed.
Indeed, every person's soul within the Holy Hall had been left with a mark.
This meant that the highest authority in the Holy Hall could control the life and death of everyone within the Holy Hall.
Whoever he wanted dead, it was simply a matter of one thought.
This also helped him control all his subordinates.
