1972: C1972 Soul restraint

C1972 Soul restraint

The Seventh Family which was hidden in the Northern Kingdom finally couldn't sit still after being pressured by Zhang Hao to the point that they had to reveal their sinister faces. However, the white robed envoy in front of Zhang Hao was the key to unveiling the mysterious organization's veil. So how could Zhang Hao, such an important contact person, allow him to commit suicide so easily?

Above this stretch of ruins of the Xiao Family Manor, in front of Shen Junhao and the others, Zhang Hao casually struck out with his palm, directly striking the lower abdomen of the white robed envoy.

Although Zhang Hao's move seemed to be light, only the white clad envoy could feel its power.

After this palm from Zhang Hao, a painful wail immediately resounded above the entire Xiao Family Manor.

Hysterical, extremely tragic. The current Shen Junhao could only use these words to describe the howling of the white robed messenger.

"Ah, no, no …"

After all, Zhang Hao's palm strike had directly shattered his opponent's Dantian. The cultivation of over a hundred years, or even several hundred years, had been destroyed in just a single night.

For a martial artist, death wasn't anything to fear, but if their cultivation was crippled, then living in pain was the most terrifying thing to do.

Currently, the white robed envoy had encountered such an extremely difficult situation.

Gritting his teeth, the veins on the white robed messenger's forehead began to bulge. That pain made him want to make him faint a few times. Fortunately, he had trained in external martial arts since he was young, so his body forging ability was extraordinary. Otherwise, he would have been shocked by the pain long ago.

His eyes were like a tiger eating a man, fiercely staring at Zhang Hao, using his last bit of strength, he roared: "You, you dare cripple my cultivation, Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao, you will die a horrible death."

Facing the furious middle-aged man, Zhang Hao only tilted his head with a disdainful look and said: "Hehe, I don't know whether or not I'll die a horrible death, but if you still resist and remain silent, I guarantee that I will have a thousand ways to torture you to death next."

At this moment, Zhang Hao's mouth was raised, his expression was playful, and he looked like a complete devil.

Hearing Zhang Hao's threat, the white clothed middle-aged man first felt panic in his heart, but very quickly, his entire body went limp as he fell to the ground and started laughing uncontrollably. That smile was as despairing as it could be, but within this despair, there was occasionally a hint of relief.

"Torturing yourself to death, hehe, Zhang Hao brat, I'm afraid you won't have the chance. This old man started taking a master at the age of five and has been studying for 170 years. You just crippled my dantian, which is equivalent to crippling my chance of survival. Even if you didn't do anything, I wouldn't have lived in this world for too long, so what can you do about a person who is on the verge of death? "

As he said that, the white clothed middle aged man looked at Zhang Hao complacently. In his eyes, although his cultivation could not compare to Zhang Hao's, but at the moment, Zhang Hao would definitely not be able to get any useful information from his mouth.

Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, his body began to change.

Without the support of his powerful cultivation, his face slowly relaxed, then immediately became wrinkled. His body, which was around 1.8 meters in diameter, started to curl up, until it became as stiff as dead wood.

Shen Junhao and the others saw the series of changes that the white robed envoy had undergone, and that kind of shock and fear that they had never experienced before lingered in their hearts once again.

At this time, Zhang Hao was also personally witnessing everything, and seeing that the most important clue was about to be cut off, Zhang Hao suddenly grinned, and revealed a sinister expression.

"Hehe, death is indeed a good way to free oneself. It's a pity that death is the end for ordinary people, but for cultivator, it is only the beginning."

As he spoke, Zhang Hao suddenly stood up. Both of his hands continuously made strange gestures in the air, as that imposing aura caused even Shen Junhao, who was some distance away, to feel an inexplicable shiver.

"What, what does he want to do?"

Shen Junhao's face was filled with curiosity, but he did not dare to approach, and could only ask himself. As for who would be able to answer this question, even Shen Junhao himself did not know.

Everyone saw Zhang Hao mumbling to himself as he faced the white robed envoy's old body, which no longer had any signs of life, in the air. After that, a blood-red colored flame suddenly emerged from the center of Zhang Hao's palm.

"Universal magic of the heavens and the earth, limitless universe, urgent!"

"Conceal, freeze."

Gazing at the ball of demonic flame in Zhang Hao's hand, Shen Junhao subconsciously revealed a face of terror, and couldn't help but stagger back two steps.

"This, this is an arcane skill, this is an eastern skill?"

Although the six great clans of the Northern Kingdom were also known as the first-rate Feudal Lords Aristocrat Clan, and their disciples were as numerous as the clouds, they had never dabbled in the mysterious and unpredictable techniques of the East. Of course, not to mention them, even the large clans in the Golden Family didn't know a single thing about the Eastern Arts.

For many years, the Eastern Arts had always only existed in legends, and those who could learn these mysterious and unfathomable techniques that were a thousand miles away were all the descendants of Heaven Dao Hidden Sect. It was also because of this that the Heaven Dao Hidden Sect had gained its current position as the head of the righteous path in the Eastern Special Abilities world.1

Of course, their skills and abilities had already declined, and what remained were merely the skin of their skin, the so-called skills and techniques of the two buddhist sects did not even amount to a fart in Ye Qian's eyes.

As for Zhang Hao, although he was training in the Body Training s' techniques of the Ancient Witch Clan, and his Tao technique was far inferior to Liu Mingchuan's, who specialized in Tao techniques, it was not as if Zhang Hao did not know any of them. After all, he had been by Ye Qian's side for a long time, so he would definitely be able to understand some things, such as the Soul Restraining Technique.

The Soul Restraining Technique was not considered a powerful technique among the three thousand great Daos. Furthermore, it only had one use, and that was to restrain the souls of strangers.

However, just this one effect was already enough for Zhang Hao.

Just when Shen Junhao and the rest were shocked and frightened that the God Killing Blue Sword, Zhang Hao, was actually proficient in the Supreme Profound Sect's techniques, an event that made them even more terrified happened.

At the same time, everyone present clearly saw a ghost-like, empty object within the body of the white-clothed envoy be forcefully pulled out by Zhang Hao, and then, that ghost-like object landed in the center of Zhang Hao's palm just like that.

What was even more terrifying was that the owner of that voice was none other than the dead white-robed Emissary.

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