Heavenly Tribulation of the Old Ginseng

Ling Han sheathed his sword.

Peng!

Zhu Liyun's headless corpse collapsed to the ground in a heap. Meanwhile, her head also fell back down from the sky. However, she still wore an intoxicated expression, and it was as if she hadn't noticed the arrival of her death.

Shock spread across Xie Donglai's face. Just then, he had almost been intoxicated by the Misty Soul Capturing Flower as well. Fortunately, he had been far away enough, and he had also tempered his divine sense before. As such, his willpower was strong, and it wouldn't be that easy for him to fall victim.

However, it was a completely different story for his two elderly servants. They were still confused at this moment, and it was as if they had even forgotten their own identity.

'What a terrifying demonic flower!'

However, Faceless was completely unaffected. He was simply curious, and he asked, "Brother Ling, is this the Misty Soul Capturing Flower?"