Soul Fire

"soul heart fire?"

Su Lang's expression shifted. "Wait a moment, let me send a message and ask."

This was truly the first time he had ever heard of soul heart fire.

Therefore, to prevent Huangfu Qin from pulling any tricks, he decided to ask Yan Hengxing first.

Using the communication jade token, Su Lang contacted Yan Hengxing.

"Lord Yan Hengxing, what is soul heart fire?"

"Su Lang! How are things on your end? soul heart fire is the Soul core that only powerhouses at the Divine Rank and above can condense. Once the soul heart fire is controlled by someone else, one's life and death…"

"So it's something only Divine Rank powerhouses can condense. No wonder I've never heard of it."

"Su Lang! Why are you asking about this!?"

"It's like this: Huangfu Qin has surrendered. He said he would hand over his soul heart fire to me. Lord Yan Hengxing, what does soul heart fire look like? And what is the process of handing it over like…"

"What!! Huangfu Qin actually surrendered!? My God! Is it true? This is simply too incredible! I completely can't believe it! Haha, the dawn of our Human Race has finally arrived! Whoo-hoo!!"

"Right, soul heart fire is a golden speck of light forced out from between the eyebrows. The process is…"

"Oh, I understand…"

Just by looking at the text messages Yan Hengxing replied with, Su Lang could imagine how excited and joyful he was!

Of course, Su Lang himself was also incredibly excited!

"Alright, I'm done asking!"

Su Lang gave Huangfu Qin a smirk. "Hand over your soul heart fire to me. Don't you dare try any tricks."

"What tricks could I possibly pull…"

Huangfu Qin sighed, then closed his eyes as a glow gradually rose from between his eyebrows.

This glow appeared in sheets, as if shining out from some invisible crack.

Following that, amidst Huangfu Qin's pained expression, a golden speck of light was forced out from between his eyebrows and slowly flew toward Su Lang.

Su Lang was on high alert, checking that golden speck of light over and over again. Only after confirming it completely matched what Yan Hengxing had described did he draw it into his hand.

Immediately after, Su Lang placed the golden speck of light against his own brow, wrapped it with Mental Energy, and pulled it into his Sea of Consciousness.

The golden speck of light entered Su Lang's Sea of Consciousness very easily. Then, it shifted and transformed, forming a phantom that closely resembled Huangfu Qin, which sat silently beneath the white halo.

Su Lang could clearly feel faint emotions emanating from this phantom.

If Huangfu Qin ever had any treacherous intentions, he would know immediately!

If he were to kill this phantom, Huangfu Qin would die instantly!

"Mhm! No problems at all. You're quite sensible."

After checking many times, Su Lang finally revealed a satisfied smile. "From now on, you shall call me Master."

"Yes, Master!"

A Quasi-Saint of his generation, Huangfu Qin bowed and scraped, respectfully performing a salute to Su Lang.

With this, the war between the Human Race and the Wind Spirit Clan came to an end!

"Alright, hurry up and issue the ceasefire order."

"If we're even a second too slow, we'll lose a large number of Martial Artists."

Su Lang smiled faintly. While speaking, he also sent a message to Yan Hengxing, telling him to cease hostilities with the Wind Spirit Clan.

After receiving the command, Huangfu Qin also issued a ceasefire order.

On Blue Star.

The main battlefield beneath the Space-Time Fissure was covered in ruins and corpses!

Countless Martial Artists and Vicious Beasts were locked in a chaotic melee, fighting like madmen, causing blood to spray everywhere in a life-and-death struggle!

Because the Human Race had the help of Yan Hengxing, a powerful Martial God, the Wind Spirit Clan's Martial Artists and Vicious Beasts suffered massive casualties almost every second.

The Martial Artists of the Wind Spirit Clan were constantly forced back, nearing total despair.

But at that moment, Yan Hengxing used his Martial God power to roar out an order:

"The Wind Spirit Clan's Quasi-Saint has surrendered to our race's Martial God Su Lang! The Wind Spirit Clan has submitted! Everyone, hear my command: Cease fire! Withdraw!"

"What!?"

"The Wind Spirit Clan's Quasi-Saint surrendered to our race's Martial God Su Lang!?"

"Holy crap, am I dreaming? That's a Quasi-Saint! To think they actually surrendered!"

"Martial God Su Lang is too strong, having killed five great Martial Gods in a row. So what if it's a Quasi-Saint? They're still at the Martial God Level, so surrendering is only natural!"

"Hahahaha! Our Human Race won! It's been two thousand years! Not only was our Human Race not destroyed, but we even defeated the powerful Wind Spirit Clan!"

"…"

After their initial disbelief, the Human Race's Martial Artists began to shout with wild joy, then disengaged and withdrew.

Meanwhile, the Martial Artists of the Wind Spirit Clan were left completely stunned on the spot!