Do You Not Want Your Hand Anymore?

The yellow Thousand-Year Soul Ring appeared, and the air throughout the inn seemed to freeze.

Everyone stopped breathing.

Their eyes were locked onto the Soul Ring beneath Tang San's feet, their faces filled with incomprehensible shock.

"A... a Thousand-Year... First Ring?!"

Someone murmured in a dreamlike voice.

"H-How is that possible?! Am I seeing things?"

"Isn't a First Soul Ring limited to a hundred years at most?!"

The arrogance and fury on Fike's face vanished in an instant.

In their place came endless horror and... fear.

At that moment, his entire worldview was utterly overturned.

The twenty-first-level Soul Grandmaster cultivation he had been so proud of seemed laughable and insignificant before that Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

"Y-You... who are you?!"

His voice trembled faintly with fear.

Tang San did not answer.

He merely answered his question with action.

"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver: Divine Grace Parasite!"

He shouted low.

Several thick Blue Silver Grass vines covered in golden patterns burst from beneath Fike's feet like tentacles reaching up from hell!

Fike was greatly alarmed. His second Soul Ring lit up, and a thick layer of Rock Armor instantly covered his body.

"Second Soul Skill, Rock Armor!"

This was his defensive Soul Skill, enough to withstand physical attacks below the Soul Elder level!

Yet those Blue Silver Grass vines did not attack his armor at all.

Like living serpents, they rapidly climbed up his legs and, in an instant, bound his entire body into a zongzi!

"Hmph! Trifling tricks!"

Fike snorted coldly and channeled his Soul Power, trying to tear apart the Blue Silver Grass vines.

He was confident that, with the Soul Power of a Soul Grandmaster, breaking these little grass vines would be effortless.

But the next second, the confidence on his face turned to terror.

He discovered that these Blue Silver Grass vines were far tougher than he had imagined!

No matter how he channeled his Soul Power, he could not budge them in the slightest!

Even more terrifyingly, fine crimson roots sprouted from the tips of the Blue Silver Grass coiling around him!

Ignoring the Rock Armor he had been so proud of, those roots easily pierced through the gaps in the armor and burrowed deep into his flesh!

"Aaaah!!!"

Fike let out a miserable scream!

He felt the Soul Power and life force within his body being frantically drained by an irresistible force!

Gurgle! Gurgle!

The distinct sound of liquid flowing was especially piercing in the silent inn.

Before everyone's horrified eyes, Fike's strong body rapidly withered at a visible rate!

The Rock Armor covering his body also cracked apart piece by piece from the loss of Soul Power and fell to the ground.

"No! Don't! My Soul Power! My Soul Power is draining away!"

Fike screamed in terror. He wanted to beg for mercy, only to discover that his strength was being drained away bit by bit.

"Demon! You're a demon!"

The two companions behind him were so terrified that their wits fled. They had no thought of revenge left and scrambled toward the inn's exit.

"You want to leave?"

Xiao Wu gave a sharp cry. With a flicker, she appeared before the two like a ghost.

She stretched out her two slender legs and kicked them both to the ground.

"You dared bully Little San, and you still want to run? No way!"

With her hands on her hips, she looked like a proud little hen.

In just over ten seconds.

The once-overbearing Soul Grandmaster Fike had become a skin-and-bones "mummy."

He lay limp on the ground, barely alive, without even the strength to scream.

With a thought, Tang San withdrew the Blue Silver Grass.

Looking at his handiwork, he felt deeply moved.

This was the first time he had used Divine Grace Parasite on a living person.

Its effects were even more domineering and terrifying than he had imagined.

"Little San, you're amazing!"

Xiao Wu ran over, her large eyes full of worshipful little stars.

Tang San smiled and walked over to the young man whose arm he had snapped.

The young man had long since fainted from fear.

Tang San crouched down and placed his hand on the man's twisted arm.

"Divine Grace Parasite."

He activated his Soul Skill once more.

This time, he did not devour anything.

Instead, after transforming the life energy he had just absorbed from Fike, he slowly infused it into the young man's arm.

A miracle happened again.

The broken bones slowly reconnected on their own.

The twisted muscles gradually returned to normal as well.

It could not heal completely at once.

But at least, the arm had been saved.

Everyone in the inn was dumbfounded.

Their minds had completely crashed.

What kind of monster was this boy?

His Soul Skill could both devour life and heal injuries?

Was this... really a Control System Soul Skill?

This was clearly a forbidden art that united god and demon!

After finishing all this, Tang San rose and returned to the table.

He glanced at Lin Xi, who had remained seated from beginning to end without even lifting her eyelids.

"Lin Xi, it's taken care of."

"Mm."

Lin Xi responded and picked up her teacup, taking a sip of the tea that had already gone cold.

"Too slow."

She gave her assessment indifferently.

"Three seconds would have been too much for trash like this."

Tang San's face reddened slightly.

He knew Lin Xi was telling the truth.

If Lin Xi had acted, those people probably would not even have had a chance to react.

"Alright, waiter."

Lin Xi set down her teacup, her voice breaking the dead silence.

"Now there's a table."

"Can you serve the food?"

The waiter jolted and snapped out of his petrified state.

As he looked at Lin Xi, his gaze was like that of someone looking upon a living Bodhisattva.

No, a god even more powerful than a Bodhisattva!

"Yes! Yes! Right away!"

He scrambled toward the kitchen.

"Bring out all the best food and wine in our inn! Hurry!"

A little life returned to the inn.

But no one dared to speak loudly anymore.

Everyone stared at the table where the three children sat with utmost awe.

Especially that little girl with the cool, detached expression, as though nothing in the world had anything to do with her.

They knew that this little girl was the most terrifying one among the three.

Because she had not acted from beginning to end.

Yet that powerful boy obeyed her every word.

What did that mean?

It meant that her strength was far above that boy's!

Just then, the inn's door was pushed open again.

A gloomy voice came from outside.

"Who dares lay a hand on members of my Lei Family?"

A tall, sinister-looking middle-aged man entered with more than a dozen guards.

His gaze immediately locked onto the half-dead youths on the ground.

When he saw Fike's miserable state, his expression instantly turned incomparably ugly.

"Fike!"

He strode over and checked Fike's breathing.

"What audacity! You actually dared injure someone like this!"

He abruptly rose, his murderous gaze sweeping across the room.

"Who did this?! Step forward!"

Three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple—rose around him.

A genuine level-thirty-five Three-Ring Soul Elder!