"Hmph!"
Mu Jinyu stood with hands behind his back, watching as the Third Elder rushed over to attack. His eyes flashed coldly, and with a snort, the Third Elder's body trembled, instantly collapsing into a pile of rotten flesh.
"Ah!"
The flesh fell towards the ground, and at that moment, a transparent phantom shot up, attempting to flee into the air.
It was precisely the Soul of the Third Elder.
Mu Jinyu wouldn't let him escape. He reached out and grabbed him with a slow motion, but instantly brought him back.
The crowd saw Mu Jinyu's hand clutching a transparent tiny figure, its body held in his grip, with its head exposed outside his tiger mouth, struggling desperately, its eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"Hmph!"
Mu Jinyu snorted again, then threw the Soul of the Third Elder into the Dragon Spear.
