Chapter Eleven: Soul Seizure and Spirit Theft—Shattering Illusion and Reality in a Single Thought

Seeing Yi Beidou’s demeanor, the people from the Xu family in the conference room slightly parted their lips in disbelief.

Negotiate? How could there be any negotiation now?

With such a killing god present, who would dare utter a single refusal?

Meanwhile, in the front hall, the crowd was still buzzing about the recent events when suddenly a commotion arose from the backyard, drawing everyone's attention.

One by one, men dressed in suits and looking like security personnel staggered out from the backyard, their faces bruised and battered; some carried unconscious comrades on their backs. Leading them was an extraordinary young man clutching his chest, coughing up blood continuously, looking utterly disheveled.

Among them, two men carried something wrapped in curtains, vaguely human-shaped within the bundle.

Could that be...?

A chill ran down everyone's spine. They exchanged anxious glances, unable to imagine what had transpired in the backyard meeting room or what was happening now. None dared to approach or inquire.

“Should we call the police?” someone tentatively suggested, watching the black-clad group exit the hall.

Outside the main building, Ruan Guangqin collapsed into a car, breathing heavily, his face pale as paper, looking terribly unwell.

“Mr. Ruan, how are you feeling?” a subordinate sitting beside him asked with deep concern.

With a sudden tear, Ruan Guangqin ripped open his clothing, revealing his chest.

There, where Yi Beidou had struck, a dark purple bruise spread across his chest, with a dense web of black-purple veins radiating outward like a spider’s web—an ominous sight.

The subordinate clearly saw that the network of veins was slowly expanding.

No one knew what would happen if this spread unchecked.

“Mr. Ruan! We must rush you to the hospital immediately!” the subordinate exclaimed, his face turning pale.

“Don’t waste time. This is a soul-seizing technique. No hospital here can treat it. Take me back to Nanyang to see the master!” Ruan gasped, struggling to speak.

When a martial artist cultivates to a certain level, their internal energy circulates and integrates, their qi and blood grow robust, and their spirit becomes as vast as the sea. They can then grasp the power to manipulate souls and spirits.

This realm divides into two stages:

First, soul capturing, and second, soul seizing.

The first, soul capturing, is the technique Ba Xiong used—a pressure of aura and fist intent that breaks the opponent’s soul, subduing them utterly.

The second, soul seizing, targets the body itself—an art of wounding through fist intent.

Sharp spikes form behind the body; though unseen by the eye, the body instinctively senses the threat, even causing a prickling sensation on the skin.

This is the feeling commonly described as “a thorn in the back.”

If this sensation intensifies ten or a hundredfold beyond the body’s capacity, the prickling transforms into real physical injury.

Scientifically speaking, it is an acute mental stimulus causing dysfunction in bodily systems.

This is the essence of soul seizing.

In medicine, the hardest illnesses to cure are those involving bodily dysfunction and chaos.

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