Not a single drop of blood flowed from the Crawling Death Bear's body as it fell apart, its massive form disintegrating into a pile of ash and leaving behind a black crystalline orb that pulsed with a dark, ominous energy.
The eyes of the seven disciples flashed with greed, their gazes locked onto the orb as they instinctively took a step forward, their hands twitching with the desire to seize it.
Yet, they hesitated, their feet rooted to the ground. The memory of Xiao Ming's overwhelming power was still fresh in their minds, a stark reminder of the consequences of crossing him.
Zhou Cui, the most composed among them, could hardly believe what he had just witnessed. Soul techniques were indeed terrifying in combat, but such power was typically reserved for Yang Kings and Immortal-level experts—cultivators who had long transcended the mortal realm.
Xiao Ming, however, was only at the Mortal Soul Realm, a level far below those legendary figures.
