"Yes, yes, just rest and recuperate for a while. You'll be fine."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and chimed in.
"Your Soul Power hasn't regressed, and your martial soul hasn't deteriorated. You're already quite fortunate."
Oscar followed up, his gaze carrying a hint of sympathy.
Yet those words of comfort only made Dai Mubai's expression grow uglier.
He knew this was not the harshest punishment, but the resentment in his heart surged like a tide.
If he had analyzed Qian Cheng's way of doing things more carefully back then, perhaps he could have obtained the Rakshasa God's inheritance instead of ending up like this!
Prince Xue Xing's Roulette came to a stop immediately afterward!
[Five years shaved off your lifespan!]
Those four simple, easy-to-understand words struck Prince Xue Xing's mind like a bolt of thunder.
"Five years? How many five years do I even have left?!"
"Can I draw again? I'd rather lose an arm! I'd rather have my Soul Power crippled! Heavenly Screen! Please, give me one chance!"
Prince Xue Xing trembled all over, his face filled with desperate terror.
Naturally, the Heavenly Screen paid no heed to his howls.
Scarlet light instantly enveloped Prince Xue Xing. He did not feel any obvious excruciating pain, yet he suddenly felt the vitality in his entire body rapidly decline.
His once fairly robust body instantly became more hunched. His hair turned gray and dry at a visible rate.
The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes suddenly deepened and piled up. It was as though he had aged several decades overnight, and even his breathing became rushed.
Prince Xue Xing could clearly feel the source of his life rapidly draining away.
It was an irreversible loss, as if an invisible hand had forcibly stripped five years of his lifespan