The moment Qingyi's fist crushed Xuanyu's skull, a silver flash burst forth from the headless body.
Everyone watched as that flash shot toward the heavens like inverted lightning, rising in a straight line until it plunged into the black clouds and vanished into their heart.
The clouds closed in at once, like a hungry mouth swallowing Xuanyu's soul in a single gulp.
Qingyi could have easily intercepted that fleeing soul, but he kept his hand down.
It wasn't time yet to truly kill Xuanyu.
He raised his still blood-soaked palm, and a spear of crimson flame materialized between his calloused fingers, crackling with a dry, hissing sound like hungry embers.
It was a technique he had learned in the Mortal Heaven, one he had hardly used in quite some time.
Still, with the proper refinement behind it, it was more than capable of unleashing plenty of power even here in the Celestial Heaven.
