Si Qianjun's expression had already said it all.
He hurriedly grabbed Lin Shuguang's wrist and sent a strand of force probing into him. The instant it entered his body, it was shredded by the strange iron chains emanating a dark, sinister aura.
"The [Soul Devouring Lock]!"
Si Qianjun released his hand and stared at Lin Shuguang, his expression shifting.
"Rumor has it that the [Soul Devouring Lock] is a long-lost evil Soul Weapon. It can bind souls, destroy souls, and devour souls, causing tremendous damage to the soul, and even to the Destined Soul... But much of the information about the [Soul Devouring Lock] has long since become vague and incomplete... That [Divine Temple]!"
Beyond his shock, he was also quite furious that a Divine Envoy of the [Divine Temple] had attacked Lin Shuguang.
"Mine is only an imitation," Lin Shuguang said softly to reassure him.
Si Qianjun shook his head without speaking. After a moment of silence, he looked over. "How do you feel now? Can you still circulate your techniques?"
Lin Shuguang paused to circulate his technique. "There is some resistance when I circulate my technique, but it doesn't affect me much. It's just my Destined Soul..."
As he spoke, he tried to summon the Slaughter Blade.
The space before him trembled, and a burst of dim light erupted. The blade slowly emerged, bound in black iron chains.
The Slaughter Blade failed to fully materialize. The [Soul Devouring Lock] forcibly dragged it back.
Si Qianjun's gaze darkened slightly. "It seems this imitation really has restricted your strength considerably."
Just then, the directors of the other divisions arrived at the hospital room. Seeing Lin Shuguang fail to summon his Destined Soul, they all stopped and exchanged glances. They set down the fruit baskets they were carrying, greeted Si Qianjun,