Wang Yu held the remnants of the demon's soul in his hand.
Strands of soul essence poured into his brow, integrating into his consciousness.
"Secret—Technique—of—Soul—Devouring!" The remnants of the soul spelled out word-by-word.
"Correct! Master, you didn't expect this, did you?! I will use the Soul Devouring secret technique from the Unorthodox True Demon Art to devour your soul!"
Wang Yu clutched the remnants of the demon's soul, his disheveled black hair dancing wildly in the wind.
He couldn't help but burst into roaring laughter.
"Once I devour your remnants, your understanding and inheritance will all be mine! Thus, won't I have perfectly inherited your mantle, Master?"
"Master, what do you say about this?"
Wang Yu said with a self-satisfied tone.
