Duan Fan couldn't hold back any longer.
He kicked the servant in the stomach.
He had barely used any strength, yet the servant's wiry body flew flat through the air like a sandbag, sailing the distance of two tables before slamming into the wall beside the door. He bounced once, then fell to the floor.
The little bamboo blind hanging on the wall swayed, and the wind chime rang out with a clear ding.
The shop's clamor abruptly fell silent.
The man at the neighboring table, who had been gnawing on a goose wing, stopped mid-bite, his greasy lips hanging open.
Behind the counter, the shop assistant stood frozen with a teapot in hand. Tea streamed from its spout, soaking a small patch of the counter.
The servant rolled across the floor twice, clutching his stomach as a hoarse cry of pain scraped from his throat.
He braced himself on his knees. His face flushed a liverish purple, and veins bulged one by one across his temples.
He gritted his teeth and actually managed to stand again. Spittle hung from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes blazed with vicious fury.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
A layer of pale yellow light rose from his body, and fine gray-brown fur quickly spread across the surface of his skin.
His face stretched out, his chin jutting forward. Short hair sprouted on his cheeks, his fingers curled, and his nails grew black, hard, and sharp.
Hunched over with both arms dangling, he looked just like a monkey standing upright.
Three soul rings—white, yellow, and yellow—rose from beneath his feet and slowly revolved around his slender body.
The servant was actually a three-ring Soul Elder!
A Soul Elder wasn't anything remarkable in Heaven Dou City, but in a little shop like this, he was