Seizing Martial Souls

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(Fourth update)

The sword qi Yang Ming unleashed in anger was anything but ordinary. Even when shot from his fingertips, its power was astonishing, its sharp aura rushing straight at Bule's face.

Bule's expression changed drastically. He had never expected this young-looking boy to possess such strength. Caught off guard, he relied on his years of experience roaming the world and hastily pulled his hand back.

But Yang Ming's sword qi was incomparably sharp. Even a light sweep across his middle finger was enough. Mere flesh and blood, and Bule was not even a Spirit Master skilled in defense—his middle finger was severed on the spot!

Smack!

The severed finger landed on the table. The smooth cut made it clear that Yang Ming's sword qi had done so effortlessly.

"Ah!"

The scream drew the attention of the tea house's patrons.

Seeing a conflict break out between two Spirit Masters, the other customers' expressions shifted. They hurriedly settled their bills and fled this troublesome place.

The pain of a severed middle finger came crashing over him in endless waves.

Bule's face turned livid. He clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw muscles bulged, yet he truly was an experienced Spirit Master. He retreated again and again, widening the distance between himself and Yang Ming. At the same time, he tore a strip of cloth from his clothes with his teeth and hastily wrapped the wound around his finger.

"You little brat, you've really pissed me off!"

Bule glared at Yang Ming with a grim expression. He had never been a good person. In the original story, he had even wanted to force Xiao Wu into doing something unspeakable.

Now that he was enraged, level forty-six Soul Power surged across his body, and two yellow and two purple Soul Rings