Summoning the Ninedawns armors, using the antemage to suppress the enemy, activating Fishing the Moon in the Well, implementing the Seven Lamps Underworld Fire Curse, and calling on three types of godly authority. All of this takes a while to spell out, but in reality, it occurred in the time it takes a spark to fly off a piece of flint.33

In the blink of an eye, Sir Firedark, with his terrifying fleshly body, ended up locked in place in body, mind, and soul. His incomplete nature was relative, not absolute. But as far as Xu Qing was concerned, it was still a deadly weakness.0

What was more, Xu Qing had no interest in sparing an opponent with the intention of using them as a replacement in death later down the line. It was a much better choice to just kill them up front.1

Therefore, he didn’t hold back at all in his attack. He went all out. He extended his right hand, which created the projection of a huge palm that reached toward Sir Firedark. It seemed illusory, but not, real, but not, as if it was formed from pure fate. And it contained an indescribably mysterious will that became the sky over the watery surface, and made more ripples flow out over it. There was no sound as the water splashed, and the soul in the reflection of Sir Firedark was fished out by the massive hand.1

The moment it happened, Sir Firedark’s fleshly body lost its vibrant sheen of life. He became like the walking dead. In Xu Qing’s hand, his soul was glittering and multicolored, but at the same time, listless.2

Xu Qing’s eyes glittered as he flexed his fingers in preparation to crush it.0

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