Of course, he reckoned these two did not hold particularly high positions in the underworld.
Black and White Impermanence were the underworld's Soul-Capturing Envoys, tasked specifically with apprehending the souls of the dead.
Put bluntly, they were merely runners, probably on roughly the same level as minor constable squad leaders at a government office.
So, after performing an "energy conversion," Tang Wen was still slightly surprised.
Although these two fellows were far weaker than he was, he estimated that they possessed the strength of Martial Artists in the "Small Space Realm."
That kind of strength was quite impressive when dealing with ordinary people in the living world, but against powerful opponents, it was hard to say.
Of course, if Heaven wanted you dead, it meant your time had come.
Consequently, every function of your body would be extremely weak, a world apart from your prime, like the heavens above and the mud below.
So, when it came to strength, that was another matter entirely.
"Ha! Brat, where did a wandering ghost like you escape from? Get over here right now!" White Impermanence shook his Mourning Staff, pulled out an iron chain, and threw it at Tang Wen.
The thing carried terrifying yin energy that chilled the heart. It might have been the legendary "Soul-Summoning Chain."
A soul-type creature would have wet itself in terror upon encountering it. However, Tang Wen was currently a human, a whole human being, not a ghost.
That was because when the iron chain shot toward Tang Wen like a snake, it could not get close at all. Tang Wen's terrifying immortal energy had already dissolved all the yin energy on the chain into nothing.
"Say, why are you waving a rusty chain around? Are you two charlatans who specialize in spirit dances?" Tang Wen asked