Chapter 5505
He glanced at the trembling monks and said calmly: “Considering that you were just deceived, I will spare your lives today. But the loss of your souls was your own choice, so you can’t blame others.”
Although his voice was flat, it revealed an irresistible majesty.
Everyone looked at Kai, some were angry, some were ashamed, and some were at a loss.
But they all knew that they had chosen this path on their own. Kai’s previous persuasion was regarded by them as deliberate obstruction, and they attacked in groups.
Kai ignored the monks, but glanced at the golden-robed monk. He pressed his palm lightly, and a breath of air instantly pinned the golden-robed monk to the ground, unable to move.
“What are you going to do? I am from the Sixth Palace of the Temple. If you dare to kill me, the Sixth Palace Master will not let you go.”
The golden-robed monk said with horror on his face.
Kai sneered, “The Sixth Palace Master is nothing. Even if he wants to let me go, I won’t. I’ve come to the Seventh Heaven to kill him.”
The golden-robed monk’s face paled at Kai’s words. He hadn’t expected Kai to be so unafraid of the Temple’s threats.
“Master Hu, let’s go,”
Kai said to Hu Mazi!
“What about this guy?” Hu Mazi pointed at the golden-robed monk and asked.
“Don’t worry about him. Someone will take action after we leave.”
Kai said, turning and leaving.
He knew that the monks whose souls had been extracted would never let this guy go.
Hu Mazi understood Kai’s meaning and nodded. Then he looked at the monks who looked like dogs that had lost their homes and followed him out of the Soul Gathering Altar.
The monks were left sitting or lying there, their faces filled with despair and regret.
They had ruined their own paths of cultivation for the illusory “breakthrough,” and they had no one else to blame for it.
Seeing Kai and Hu Mazi leave, the monks cast their furious glares upon the golden-robed monk.
“Ah…”
Soon, the golden-robed monk’s screams reached Kai and Hu Mazi’s ears.
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A mountain peak in the Seventh Heaven, like a giant beast’s lair hidden in darkness, permeated with a mysterious and dangerous aura.
The meeting hall of the Sixth Hall of the Temple, like the heart of a giant beast, now beat with a rhythm of tension and anger.
The Sixth Hall Master sat at the head of the table, his towering figure emanating an aura of authority without even anger.
His fingertips gently toyed with a brilliant white jade talisman, which shimmered with a soft yet mysterious light in the candlelight.
The candlelight within the hall flickered uncontrollably, like a group of restless spirits, casting shadows on the walls and highlighting the sinister look on the Sixth Hall Master’s face.
He had just received a message from the golden-robed monk.
The message, tinged with excitement and pride, informed him that progress at the Soul Gathering Altar was proceeding smoothly, and that the Soul Urn had already collected the soul threads of nearly a thousand cultivators.
According to the plan, in a few days, this Soul Urn, carrying the soul power of countless cultivators, would be handed over to the Evil Path Hall, completing a secret and dangerous transaction.
The Sixth Palace Master, as if foreseeing the lucrative rewards of a successful transaction and the further rise in his status within the temple, unconsciously raised his lips.
Currently, a large amount of immortal stones was piled in a warehouse within the Sixth Palace. If the Sixth Palace Master could deliver these immortal stones to the Third Palace Master, his future would be bright.
However, fate always seemed to like to strike a fatal blow at the moment of greatest success.
Just then, a shattered communication talisman suddenly flew in from outside the hall like a runaway meteor.
The talisman paper instantly exploded in the air, shattering into countless tiny fragments, leaving only intermittent sounds of fear and despair echoing in the air.