Xu Qingjia held out his right hand. As soul power surged, the skin took on a jade-like texture. He flicked it with his left hand, and his right palm gave a crisp, metallic ring, as though it were indestructible.
With a gentle sweep of his right hand, five ink-black blades of light shot out, sweeping across hundreds of meters like a whirlwind. They sliced through iron as easily as mud, destroying every obstacle before the condensed energy gradually dispersed.
"A special version of Dark Gold Dreadclaw."
No dark-gold claws appeared outside his body. Instead, they had merged completely into his palm.
Death was like the wind.
Xu Qingjia walked forward to examine what he had just destroyed.
Wherever that strike had reached, the vitality of the flowers, grass, and trees was draining away at a speed visible to the naked eye, carrying them toward death.
Another ability aimed at the elderly.
But that was only natural. Yama governed life and death and commanded reincarnation.
Once his divine body reached perfection, whether people, objects, or even laws, their life and death would rest in his palm, decided with a single thought.
Immortal gods? So long as the concept of "being alive" ever applied to you, you'll obediently find your way into my Book of Life and Death.
With a new ability in hand, he naturally needed to practice.
Although he had already landed a "jackpot" on this run, he was here anyway. Having heard that today was also the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform's riot period, Xu Qingjia headed toward the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform's area.
An hour later, Xu Qingjia extracted with his pockets bulging.
This run had earned him a soul bone and three thousand years' worth of spiritual energy.
His luck was good today. He had encountered several thousand-year