"Burning another's soul?"
Qin An's sword-like brows furrowed slightly, his knuckles tapping lightly on the hilt: "That's unheard of."
The Grand Shaman was already trembling with fear, terrified of losing another arm: "Mr. Wang has mastered a secret technique that can devour others' souls and store them within himself. He can slowly refine them to enhance his cultivation or instantly burn them to increase his combat strength..."
"It's said... it's said..."
"Said what?" Qin An's gaze turned frosty.
"It's rumored that this technique comes from the ruins of the Ancient Battlefield," the Grand Shaman's Adam's apple moved: "Mr. Wang once said it was bestowed by a powerful figure..."
"A powerful figure?" A cold gleam appeared in Qin An's eyes: "This matter isn't simple."
He thought it was just about getting rid of a traitor, but now it involved the ruins of the Ancient Battlefield, and even a so-called powerful figure.
