163: Yiyu, you said you would help me, right?

Qian Mo ran away?

Bro, didn't we agree to stick together?

It took Whisper a full five seconds to accept this fact.

Whisper was a bit panicked now. With Qian Mo having fled, their chances of winning against Zhou Ping and the Spirit Medium Squad were greatly reduced.

The sea breeze ruffled Zhou Ping's dark hair as he calmly said, "Bu Li, you go after Qian Mo! I'll handle things here."

Bu Li was not one to dither. Since Senior Sword Saint had spoken, it meant he was absolutely confident in defeating these two.

He glanced at Zhou Ping and said, "Senior, take care!"

With that, Bu Li led the Spirit Medium Squad in pursuit of Qian Mo.

Zhou Ping quietly watched Whisper and Song Zhong, his face devoid of any expression.

Whisper was inwardly cursing his luck. He hadn't wanted to face Zhou Ping in the first place, which was why he had intended to deal with the Spirit Medium Squad himself.

But fate had other plans; Zhou Ping had directly ordered the Spirit Medium Squad to chase Qian Mo, leaving Whisper no choice but to confront the terrifying Sword Saint.

Whisper's eyes darted around, and a plan immediately came to mind.

Why not use Song Zhong?

If he could get Song Zhong to tie down Zhou Ping, he could then slip away, achieving his goal, couldn't he?

Just as Whisper was contemplating his scheme, Song Zhong's voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Heh heh! Whisper, what are you thinking about?"

Whisper was startled by the sudden question. He had just been thinking of setting a trap for Song Zhong, and now the other party was talking to him.

"Nothing much, Song Zhong. Later, we'll work together to take down Zhou Ping. For you, this would be a monumental achievement.", Whisper said with a forced smile.

"Heh heh!" Song Zhong shook his head, "It seems you intend to help me deal with Zhou Ping?"

Whisper was stunned for a moment. He looked at Song Zhong's sinister face and suddenly wondered if there was something wrong with this guy's brain.

That was Zhou Ping, the Sword Saint of Great Xia. Could it be that you actually think you can take him on alone?

"Song Zhong, you're not actually thinking of fighting him alone, are you?"

Although he didn't believe it for a second, Whisper couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, but it would be even better if you could help me.", Song Zhong said.

"Haha! Brother Song Zhong, look at you, we're family, how could I not help you?"

Whisper was overjoyed now. He hadn't expected this simpleton to actually want to face Zhou Ping alone.

He had originally been wondering how to trick him into going first, but the other side had just given him a pleasant surprise.

"Heh heh, so you've agreed to help me?" Song Zhong confirmed again.

"Of course, Brother Song Zhong, don't worry. As long as I can help, just say the word.", Whisper said, looking at Song Zhong with a beaming smile. He now found this guy somewhat endearing.

"Don't worry, you won't have to do much, heh heh."

Song Zhong's lips curved into an arc, and then he raised his left hand, plunging it into Whisper's heart with lightning speed.

"Song Zhong... you..."

Whisper looked at Song Zhong in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Song Zhong's movement, but the moment Whisper reacted, he found his own movements incredibly sluggish.

Whisper could feel his muscles growing weak, like an old man lying in a hospital bed.

"What... did... you... do... to me?" Whisper's voice grew hoarse, like a patient with throat cancer.

"You promised to help me, didn't you? Heh heh!" Song Zhong's face, in Whisper's eyes, looked like a devil.

"If you wanted my help, why kill me?" Whisper's voice immediately returned to normal, and his body also returned to its original state.

However, since his heart had already been crushed by Song Zhong, he could only sustain his life with Mental Energy now.

"Because I need your Soul!" Song Zhong's eyes had turned completely black.

Whisper trembled all over. He felt a chill from his Soul.

The word 'terrifying' alone could no longer describe what he felt.

What did Song Zhong want his Soul for?

"Song Zhong, can you let me go?" Whisper pleaded.

"Let you go? Weren't you trying to use the Night Watcher's power to kill me?" Song Zhong said indifferently, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Whisper's pupils instantly dilated, "You, you actually knew!"

By this point, how could Whisper not know that his scheme had been exposed?

So this guy had known all along. Whisper's eyes were immediately replaced by despair.

"So that's how it is. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Unfortunately, I thought you were the cicada, but I didn't expect you to be the oriole."

Whisper's face revealed a helpless smile, "So Shen Qingzhu has already been bought by you? But how did he break free from the Soul contract?"

Now Whisper knew he was doomed, but before he died, he wanted to understand.

"Soul contract? Heh heh, there was no such thing from the beginning, but none of that matters anymore."

"Is that so?" Whisper's life was rapidly fading, "No wonder that brat Shen Qingzhu didn't mention Zhou Ping was coming when he sent me the intelligence. He was afraid I'd run away!"

One by one, bizarre runes emerged from Song Zhong's dark eyes, moving down his arm and into Whisper's shattered heart.

The moment the runes touched his heart, Whisper instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

A coldness from his Soul made his body involuntarily begin to tremble.

He could feel his Soul being torn and devoured by these runes.

"Ah... Wuwu!"

Whisper couldn't help but cry out, but Song Zhong covered his mouth with his other hand.

"Heh heh, don't scream, don't worry, it'll be quick, just bear with it and it'll be over!"

Whisper couldn't believe his ears. Was that even human speech?

Do you know how painful it is to have your Soul torn apart?

What he didn't know was that Song Zhong had indeed experienced that feeling.

Soon, in agony, Whisper completely lost the breath of life.

In the last moments of his life, Whisper somewhat regretted it. How wonderful it would have been if he had never met Song Zhong.

His Soul had been completely devoured by those strange runes.

The runes seemed not yet full, reluctantly returning to Song Zhong's dark eyes.

Song Zhong closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had returned to normal.

This was not a sacrifice, but the third ability Song Zhong had acquired from Shen Tu, [Soul Devour].

[Soul Devour]: Devours the opponent's Soul, allowing one to gain half of their Mental Energy.

The description of this ability was simple. Song Zhong's evaluation of it was that, apart from being somewhat inefficient, it was a useful ability.

Because Whisper only had emotions of fear before his death and not much resentment, his body could not be refined into a zombie.

Song Zhong casually threw Whisper's corpse into the sea.

At this moment, the guards of the Zhaijie Institute who had been rescued by Lin Qi Ye and the other two looked at everything before them in astonishment, their brains almost ceasing to function.

Only one thought remained in their minds: When did such a demonic being appear in the Ancient God Church?