Zhou Shengmo's face grew uglier and uglier, his eyes staring venomously at Chu Mu for a long while before he finally spoke: "No wonder you can withstand the torment of the White Nightmare Demon, you're already a Soul Warrior!"
Chu Mu's gaze was indifferent, slowly pulling out the dagger hidden in his hand and casually flicking it. The dagger turned into a cold light, accurately piercing Tang Xian's forehead and deeply embedding into his skull!
A line of fresh blood slowly flowed from Tang Xian's forehead. He had just propped himself up, but slowly fell again, his eyes completely white and staring up at the sky...
Zhou Shengmo didn't show any emotion towards Tang Xian's death, still saying, "So what, the White Nightmare Demon has completely restricted your Soul Power. Releasing one Soul Skill is already your limit, you are of no use in battle!"
