Just one punch.
The old man was turned into a pool of radiating red flesh and blood in the snow by the huge momentum released by Nathan Wei's fist.
When blown by the cold wind, a hard crust like ice crystals formed instantly.
A ping-pong ball-sized, pitch-black bead with a glassy luster was lying quietly in the sticky flesh and blood.
"It's actually a soul bead!" Nathan Wei's eyes lit up. He picked up the soul bead and gently wiped off the sticky meat sauce on it with his fingers. He couldn't help but feel happy.
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