In that brief moment of hesitation, Chu Feng's Nine Yang Strange Fire mercilessly surged forward. It instantly enveloped the strand of Demon Soul of the Ancient Horn Sore Demon.
"Human boy, if you dare to harm this residual soul of mine, one day I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!" the Ancient Horn Sore Demon screeched, threatening Chu Feng.
"Is that so? I'm waiting!" Chu Feng used his Nine Yang Strange Fire to refine the Demon Soul.
It continually emitted screams of agony.
"Chu Feng... without the Demon Slaying Saber, you're not even worth as much as a worm in my eyes. At that time, I will surely lead thousands of Demon Clan experts to invade the Divine Martial Continent..."
Before the Demon Soul could finish its harsh words, Chu Feng's Nine Yang Strange Fire had already directly refined it.
Ultimately, only the residual memory fragments within the Demon Soul remained.
They were fragmented, transforming into countless stars.
