Before he had time to cry out or resist, a point of ghostly light had already reflected in his pupils and, in an instant, pierced into his Sea of Consciousness!
Soul-Breaking Needle!
"Ugh...."
The young man's eyes instantly lost all luster, and his body went limp as he collapsed to the ground.
A blurry Nascent Soul had just begun to flee when a ghost claw condensed from pure Soul Power thrust out of the void, grabbed it in one swipe, and stuffed it into a Ten Thousand Souls Banner that quietly unfurled.
The entire process was as fast as lightning, silent and traceless.
The two Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators hidden outside the palace had not even noticed the slightest anomaly.
The shadows retracted, and Xu Ping's figure emerged.
He cast an indifferent glance at the lifeless youth's corpse on the ground, then casually flicked out a wisp of True Flame, turning it to ash and erasing all traces.
"Star Palace's rules?"
