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