Pei Qiansui roared, and his hands sank into Chu Wangsun’s body. Then, he began pulling outward.0

The Soul Refining Hand refined souls to strengthen the practitioner’s hands. It also gave the hands the ability to turn intangible and sink into the victim’s headspace. That was how the martial art was able to extract one’s soul and refine it. As the victim’s soul was pinned in place, they usually could not move until they were dead.0

Pei Qiansui’s intangible hands were being melted by Chu Wangsun’s righteous qi, but he kept pulling as if he couldn’t feel the pain. Face warped into a vicious snarl, he slowly pulled out a semi-transparent silhouette from Chu Wangsun’s body.0

It was none other than his Yin God.0

“A sage treats others with leniency. You can still turn around, Pei Qiansui!” Chu Wangsun with his usual indifference. It was almost as if the Yin God being pulled out wasn’t his.1

“Hahaha! Fuck your sage nonsense! Just die!” Delight and excitement danced on Pei Qiansui’s face...0