The gap between one Saint and another was unexpectedly enormous, Zhang Yuanqing marveled inwardly once again.
Back at the Public Security Bureau in Fenghua District, when Fu Qingyang had wounded Steward Pang with a single sword thrust, he had felt something similar. But everyone had held back then; it had not been a fight to the death.
He had thought that if it truly came down to a life-or-death battle, Steward Pang might be able to trade blows with Fu Qingyang. Unexpectedly, he had merely struggled a few times more.
Zhang Yuanqing walked onto the balcony, stepping onto the bloodstains. Darkness churned in his eyes as he connected with the spirit body within the remains.
At that moment, he felt someone tap his arm. Turning his head, he saw Fu Qingyang's aloof face.
"Give me the Demon Subduing Pestle."
"Ah, okay." I nearly forgot about that. Zhang Yuanqing immediately took out the Demon Subduing Pestle and handed it over. After hesitating, he added, "Can you not cuff me this time?"
Fu Qingyang nodded coolly. "It's just a slap anyway."
"..."
Can't be bothered arguing with you. Zhang Yuanqing continued communicating with the remaining spirit body. More than ten seconds later, he finally gathered the fragmented spirit and summoned it.
Steward Pang's spirit body wore a solemn expression and seemed somewhat vacant, but it was far more solid than any spirit body Zhang Yuanqing had ever seen.
I wonder how much experience a Saint-stage spirit body can give me. Zhang Yuanqing felt both delight and worry when Fu Qingyang beside him said:
"Pang Wudi was a level-four Saint. Devouring his spirit body carries the risk of mental collapse, but with this item that purifies filth, the risk will be reduced to a minimum while the benefits will not."
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