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Yet Chen Xiaojun did not stop.
The dark red vortex at his fingertip condensed again. This time, he pressed it precisely against the middle soul nest in her chest.
Immediately afterward, his finger moved downward, pressing without hesitation against the lower soul nest below her navel.
Three cold, stagnant seals, like three heavy sluice gates, locked down the most crucial nodes of her power system.
Feeling the discomfort of her forcibly suppressed soul power circulation, Bi Qingxiu actually laughed softly. There was a hint of amusement in her smile. "You really are cautious, Young Master Chen. You even sealed my lower soul nest."
She deliberately emphasized "lower soul nest," clearly pointing out that, as a Beast Martial Soul master, her core of power lay in her middle soul nest. Sealing the lower one was somewhat redundant.
Chen Xiaojun nodded calmly. "Your Bi Clan is an old, established family with a long heritage, deep reserves, and countless tricks. When dealing with an honored guest, a little caution never hurts."
With that, he turned toward Qin Lüguang, who was smoking his pipe nearby. "Grandpa Lü Guang."
Qin Lüguang did not even raise his eyelids. He merely grunted an acknowledgment and casually waved the hand holding his copper pipe toward Bi Qingxiu.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four dark red threads of soul power, condensed almost to solidity and steeped in a thick, bloody baleful aura, shot out and sank precisely into the joints of Bi Qingxiu's limbs.
These did not seal her soul nests. Instead, they directly locked down the main nodes of the soul power channels in her limbs.
Bi Qingxiu felt her arms and legs suddenly grow heavy. The circulation of soul power through her limbs was completely cut off, leaving only the core