A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5504

David ignored the panicked monks, his right hand already removing the half-human-height soul urn from its recess.

A wisp of black and white flame flickered from his fingertips, and he gently tapped the soul urn. The

flame, seemingly feeble, held immense power.

The soul patterns on the soul urn’s surface instantly cracked, and several pale blue soul threads drifted out. As soon as they hit the air, they flew off into the distance like frightened birds.

They were the remnants of the monks’ spirits, long since torn apart. Without their hosts, they could only wander aimlessly.

They drifted through the air, as if searching for their final destination.

“Those are… soul threads!” a white-haired old man trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He finally understood that everything David had said before was true. They hadn’t achieved a breakthrough; they had clearly lost their very souls!

He was filled with regret and self-blame, hating himself for having so easily believed the golden-robed monk’s words.

Please

overcome with emotion and tears fell to his knees,

ground with a thud,

“We know we were wrong! Please, fellow Daoist, have mercy and return

voices were filled with despair and pleading, hoping to redeem

kneeling and begging, his face devoid of

flared from his fingertips again, this time directly enveloping

threads belonging to the monks of the Soul Gathering Altar within the soul urn were gradually drawn out, transforming into streams of pure soul energy that flowed

so these souls could

people were ungrateful

need

the black and white flames

flames resembled burning stars,

our souls!” A cultivator’s eyes instantly turned red upon seeing this. He struggled to leap forward, but was pinned down by David’s overwhelming

thrashed, unable to break free

this! We know we’re wrong!” another cultivator cried, his voice

in his eyes