"Hm?"
The Soul Hall Master let out a startled sound.
Looking at that sword slashing toward him, he instinctively wanted to ignore it and struck out with a palm.
After all, standing before him was merely a young man who hadn't even stepped into Legend.
Let alone a mere Supreme— even an old-established Legendary Martial Artist could not withstand a single thought in his heart.
But when the sword body truly pressed down, the Soul Hall Master's expression suddenly changed.
The Soul Power in his palm was instantly cleaved apart by that sword and scattered into tatters.
If not for his quick reaction and hurried withdrawal, his palm would likely have already been pierced through.
At the same time, that sword had yet to retreat, continuing its direct assault.
That sword had no edge, no intent, no force.
Yet it directly ignored all the Soul Power protecting his body.
