On his right hand, layers of black vortices appeared, directly attacking the Chairman's Consciousness Spiritual Light, targeting its weakest spiritual roots.
The Chairman's combat instinct was frighteningly strong, resonating with ten thousand acupoints, capable of slaying a Grandmaster. However, her innate conditions were right there, and her spiritual fire was still weak, effectively targeted at this moment.
With a swish, the newly born light of consciousness was stripped from her body, like a bright flower, floating at Qin Ming's fingertips, blooming piece by piece, unable to escape those five fingers.
This wisp of spiritual flower was small, but already in a Pure Yang state, of extraordinary quality, as if it had undergone the baptism of thunder and Heavenly Fire, quite impressive.
"Disrespect my will, and I'll grant you the suffering of a body sinking into hell," Qin Ming spoke indifferently.
