You're Courting Death!

She had left the Anti-Spirit Bomb that her father had given her as her true last resort. Deafening thunder boomed in the air as the Anti-Spirit Bomb exploded. The Nascent Soul realm elder retreated frantically, throwing spells and artifacts in the air as defense. But he had stood too close to Zhao Yameng.

No matter how quickly he reacted, even if he were to teleport himself away, he would still have been a moment too late. The Anti-Spirit Bomb was the most powerful weapon the Federation had invented. The black hole that had been created from the explosion and the sealing properties it had towards one's cultivation drew a furious cry from the elder as his body was torn apart right before Zhao Yameng's eyes.

Bones protruded from his chest. A powerful force swept across his face, mashing his features into a bloody pulp, which pulled apart rapidly to expose bones that were then smashed to bits!