PSST!
It was like a red-hot poker plunging into a block of ice.
A deep, pitch-black hole materialized between the brows of Qing Shan's Spirit Body.
An impossibly sharp Sword Intent flooded in, frantically Tearing at his mountain-solid Divine Soul!
"ROAR—!!!"
A shriek so shrill it seemed impossible for a living creature to produce erupted from Qing Shan's throat.
This time, it wasn't a silent Divine Soul roar, but a physical one that echoed through the heavens, filled with agony and rage.
His massive frame shuddered violently. He clutched his head with both hands, his enormous body trembling from the excruciating pain. Even the mount beneath him let out an uneasy whinny.
Black blood trickled from the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and his mouth.
His Divine Soul was grievously wounded!
This tiny insect, as he saw it, had actually managed to grievously wound his proud Ancient God Spirit Body with a Divine Soul Attack!
After the searing pain came boundless madness!
