However, the next moment, he was stunned.
He saw Xu Xing, seated on the main dais, make no move to dodge. First, a pure white protective shield rose before him, blocking the Golden Soul Falling Spirit Ring. Then, with a purple glint in his eyes, he spat out several clusters of chilling black flames that burned onto the surface of the golden ring. After a few mournful wails, the Golden Soul Saint within the golden ring was incinerated, dying on the spot.
With the saint's demise, the Taoist Treasure's spirituality was greatly diminished. The golden ring let out a cry of lament and fell beneath the hall's steps, becoming almost a mundane item.
"These black flames? Is it Yin Fire?"
