Hundred Sects Tournament · Golden Core Finals (5)

Ling Anxin aimed her left hand at the Soul General bound tightly by the Lightning Restraint Chain a short distance away, brought her fingers together, and gently curled them around empty air.

Crackle!

Lightning blazed along the rope dart, and an even more violent current surged into the Soul General! His spectral form wailed on the verge of collapse, his soul flickering violently as though it would dissipate completely at any moment.

The soul was linked to its host's mind, their very lives intertwined. When the general's soul was injured, Su Zhaoyang suffered as though he had taken a heavy blow. All color drained from his face, leaving it white as paper. Blood rose in his throat, and a thin trickle escaped the corner of his mouth. His previously solid aura rapidly weakened as well.

"Your ability would have been somewhat useful in the melee to come." Ling Anxin looked at his face, twisted by pain and weakness, and spoke matter-of-factly, her tone betraying neither regret nor mockery. "But judging by your current condition..."

Her gaze swept over the Soul General, who was continually dissolving in the lightning and had already lost his shape, before returning to Su Zhaoyang's dull eyes.

"...you probably can't use it anymore. I don't like bullying people who can't fight back. Surrender on your own. Otherwise—"

She did not finish, but her meaning was unmistakable, accompanied by the Soul General's increasingly faint cries, the icy sensation at her fingertips, and the faint burning of the totem on her collarbone.

He could stubbornly refuse to surrender and try to find an opportunity to turn things around that might not even exist. But she could not guarantee that her next "necessary measures" would not inflict devastating damage to the very foundation of Su Zhaoyang's Soul General.

That