Peerless Taoist

He stared at Lu Yu and let out a hideous laugh. "Commander of the Left Army, don't think that just because you have eliminated the Wang Family, you will be able to stay in the Left Army Residence. Just you wait. Your retribution will come very soon!"    

This voice was incomparably hoarse, as if it was a malicious spirit that had just crawled out of hell and was issuing a curse.    

This was completely different from the aura that Wang Muzhi had emitted just now.    

"Pretending to be mysterious, I already knew that you had done something to Wang Muzhi's soul, yet you still dare to appear in front of me, you're courting death!"    

Lu Yu's eyes turned cold, and he immediately unleashed the power of his soul.    

Almost in an instant, a thick black fog emerged from Lu Yu's body. The black fog gradually rose, and eventually turned into a white arm. It stretched out its hand and grabbed Wang Muzhi's face.    

"You are only arrogant for this period of time! Very soon, you will know the outcome! Hahahaha!"    

From Wang Muzhi's soul, an ear-piercing laugh was heard.    

Immediately after, the surface of Wang Muzhi's soul began to split apart, as if it was about to be destroyed.    

"Do you really think that I can't find you?"    

Lu Yu coldly harrumphed. A few mysterious runes suddenly appeared in his palm.    

These symbols came from Gui Zang.    

After swallowing the Longevity Fruit, Lu Yu's lifespan greatly increased, and his grasp of the Destiny Laws became even clearer.    

Many cultivators could only see through the traces of fate when their cultivation broke through to a certain level.    

For Lu Yu, the same effect could be seen after his lifespan had increased.    

Lu Yu sensed a black line of fate from Wang Muzhi's soul, spreading into the distance.    

It was this person who had been secretly controlling Wang Muzhi.    

In Western Liang, no one would have thought that Wang Muzhi, who was once insufferably arrogant, was actually just a puppet controlled by someone else.    

"Imperial Decree!"    

Lu Yu's face was gradually engulfed by the black fog.    

Behind him, the image of the God of Death's face became clearer and clearer. The gigantic phantom of the God of Death revealed a ferocious smile.    

Then, the phantom of the Underworld God spat out a strange syllable and placed it into Wang Mu's soul.    

Wang Muzhi's soul shattered into pieces.    

However, Lu Yu didn't care anymore. He had already drawn out the person hiding behind Wang Muzhi.    

The reason why he didn't use the Soul Searching Technique on Wang Muzhi was because he could feel that there was a powerful restriction on Wang Muzhi's body that was locking him down.    

It was like a shackle that had locked him down.    

Once this person did something that he didn't want to do at some point in time, the person who used the shackle would break him into pieces with a thought.    

Therefore, Lu Yu did not do anything without permission.    

He took out Wang Muzhi's soul in order to lure the person who controlled Wang Muzhi to give himself away.    

At this moment.    

In a remote star in the Left Military Residence, in a desolate mountain.    

An old man suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream as he broke through his cave and fell into a pool.    

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! So hot! It's burning me to death!"    

The old man roared with a hoarse voice.    

Beside him stood a group of attendants. When they saw the situation, they looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do.    

They all knew that the old man's cultivation level was unfathomable. It was almost like he was a top expert in the entire sect.    

But now, the old man looked like he had been tricked. His body was covered in black flames, burning his body into charcoal.