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The reality of Xue Shixiong’s demise was not a dream. The Xue Clan descended into a profound silence, from the servants to the descendants. A mirror of fear was reflected in their eyes.
If Xue Shixiong were used as a comparison, he would be the foundation of a house. The elites would be the beams and pillars, and the ordinary descendants would be the bricks and tiles.
A house would ultimately collapse after losing the foundation, no matter how luxurious the bricks and tiles were.
Thousands of spiritual liquid droplets flowed into the world in Liu Wuxie’s dantian. A bean-sized core hovered above the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. There was a figure on the core that looked precisely like Xue Shixiong; this was the latter’s remnant soul.
Though Xue Shixiong might’ve lost his physique, his soul remained. This was like the demon’s head Liu Wuxie had encountered back in the Python King Battlefield. The demon's head had managed to kill many cultivators in the Marrow Cleansing Realm, even if it was just a strand of remnant soul.
Xue Shixiong’s soul strand hovered above the cauldron, spewing all kinds of nasty words.
Demonic flame gushed and enveloped...
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