The vengeful spirit let out a few eerie laughs and, with a sudden swoosh, lunged at Xue Zhaoxiang. For someone unconscious like him, extracting the soul was the easiest task. With little effort, the spirit grasped Xue Zhaoxiang's soul and pulled it out of his body.
Lady Xue saw only a fleeting glimpse of the soul being extracted, but she had previously experienced soul extraction herself and knew well how dangerous the situation was for her son. She cried out urgently, "Third Young Master, save my son!"
However, the distance was too great, and by the time Chu Huan and the two shadow guards looked over, the vengeful spirit had already opened its bloody maw and torn Xue Zhaoxiang's soul in half, devouring it piece by piece.
The spirit gulped down Xue Zhaoxiang's soul and then retched a few times, complaining, "This kid's soul is so foul and tasteless. It's utterly useless."