C1865 Soul Dao Promotion
Swoosh!
Another swing of the sword shattered the altar, leaving a broken soul orb suspended in mid-air, wrapped in an aura of malevolence. The voice emanated from this very spot.
"You can't kill me. I am the leader of the Holy Light Cult."
"Is the leader of the Holy Light Cult supposed to be impressive?" Hua Hsing asked, staring at the soul orb.
"Of course
