Su Jie immediately put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and the thousand-hand centipede carried him and Han Ruyan away from the place at high speed.
Minutes later, as everything calmed down, Zhao Junde was half-kneeling on the ground, his appearance utterly disheveled, his hair wild, blood streaming from all seven orifices, his Primordial Spirit covered in cracks as if it were a piece of porcelain about to shatter.
Had it not been for the Evil Suppression Gold Seal above his head, his state would have been far more miserable.
This was the peril of a soul attack; even Zhao Junde, who was a whole major cultivation realm higher than Su Jie, had suffered severe damage to his Primordial Spirit and had been out of commission for several minutes after Su Jie fiercely struck him with his Dharma Form.
When Zhao Junde had recovered and wanted to search for Su Jie's figure, there was no trace of him to be found.
"Su Jie—I swear I won't rest until I have avenged this, "
