At the same time, Tang San flicked the fingers of his left hand, sending an invisible burst of force shooting out like a bullet. It struck Scarface's Qihai Acupoint in his dantian with perfect precision.
"Pfft!"
As if struck by a heavy blow, Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the ground. His Soul Power instantly collapsed, his face turned paper-white, and his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.
With just one move, this Soul Elder had his cultivation crippled!
Seeing their leader instantly crippled, the remaining bandits were scared out of their wits. How could they retain even a trace of battle intent? With a shout, they threw down their weapons and scattered like stray dogs, not even bothering with their injured companions.
In the blink of an eye, the more than thirty bandits who had been so imposing moments ago were reduced to injured men wailing across the ground and a leader ashen-faced with despair.
Tang San remained where he was, without even the slightest disturbance in his aura.
He patted away dust that did not exist on his hands, as though he had merely done something insignificant.
He walked over to the crippled Scarface and looked down at him. His voice remained calm. "Why were you robbing travelers here?"
Scarface looked into those deep, icy eyes beneath the conical hat and shuddered all over. Daring not to conceal anything, he stammered, "...It... it was our Boss... Black Wind... He told us to wait here... to rob passing merchants and travelers... He... he's a Soul Ancestor..."
Tang San nodded and asked no further questions.
He turned and returned to the carriage, telling the dumbfounded coachman, "The trouble's settled. Continue on."
Only then did the old