บท 597: Qing Shuang

The short old man's body trembled, but his eyes were still bulged as he said, "I'm a celestial! You still dare to disrespect me…"

Not waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Wang Lin frowned and coldly looked at him. He slowly raised his right hand and a ghostly light appeared in his grasp. He no longer bothered with the old man's nonsense. With the soul search spell in hand, he pressed it against the old man's head.

The old man let out a scream, but he was helpless, and because his body was tied up by the Celestial Capture Net, he simply couldn't dodge. His eyes were filled with fear as he quickly shouted, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Wang Lin didn't stop, and just as he was about to press down with his right hand, his expression changed slightly and he stopped his hand. Outside the tower, a passage was suddenly sliced open within the black cloud above the Soul Refining Tribe, and the sound of a blade hymn pierced through the sky.