Chapter 2228 - 1197: Blood Clothes 2

"I’ll start with you." Yang Xiao sneered, reaching his Black Hand towards the man.

At this moment, the man seemed to sense something, and moaned endlessly through his gagged mouth, his body struggling backward, as if this could escape Yang Xiao’s grasp.

As the Black Hand touched the man, he instantly slumped, and Yang Xiao noticed that the man’s previously tumultuous spiritual power had come to a halt.

Yang Xiao was puzzled, and when he removed the Black Hand, the man soon seemed to have a burst of energy, gradually regaining his spirit.

But the man’s gaze towards Yang Xiao became extremely frightened, as if Yang Xiao had done something terrible to him.

As Yang Xiao again covered the man’s body with his Black Hand, the man’s spiritual power flow ceased once more, the scene was strangely eerie.

"Just as I expected!" Sheng Yanlin’s eyes lit up.

Seeing Yang Xiao turn his head towards him, Sheng Yanlin explained excitedly, "Young man, you’ve really found a treasure. This thing not only isolates spiritual power but suppresses the opponent’s spiritual power. In battle, as long as you grab the opponent with this hand, they’re immediately done for."

Going back and forth, Yang Xiao figured out that this Black Hand can suppress opponents, not like a Sealing Magical Artifact, but directly attacks the root, disrupting the spiritual power flow of the Angel Envoy.

Without spiritual power support, even the best Magic Artifact can’t be used. Even the Netherworld Envoy could only resign to fate without any help from heaven or earth.

Looking at Sheng Yanlin before him, Yang Xiao squinted his eyes and suddenly had a daring idea.

Understanding Yang Xiao very well, Sheng Yanlin immediately recognized the mischief in Yang Xiao’s eyes and couldn’t help but laugh, "So, you want to spar with this old man, do you?"

"Elder Sheng, sorry!" Yang Xiao clawed his hand towards Sheng Yanlin.

With lightning speed, Yang Xiao grabbed Sheng Yanlin’s wrist. As the Black Hand’s suppressive power was unleashed, Sheng Yanlin’s face changed drastically, his body trembled, the Wisdom Stick in his hand nearly fell, and his formidable spiritual power rapidly declined, almost to zero in the blink of an eye.

"It worked!" Yang Xiao hadn’t anticipated this treasure would be so powerful, even able to suppress a Mid-stage Nether Realm expert like Elder Sheng.

At this moment, an even bolder thought swept through Yang Xiao’s mind; he wanted to suppress his sister, seize control, and ensure that the days he had to endure servitude to others were gone forever!

But before Yang Xiao could revel for three seconds, suddenly his head was struck twice with a stick.

The next moment, his eyes widened, seeing the supposedly suppressed Sheng Yanlin laughing out loud, tears almost coming out, as he continued to tap Yang Xiao’s head with the Wisdom Stick.

Realizing he had been tricked, Yang Xiao, feeling humiliated and furious, was about to express his displeasure when Sheng Yanlin reverted to his role as Dean Sheng, cleared his throat, and explained earnestly:

"Little Yang, I know you’re eager, but don’t rush. Your item indeed suppresses opponents, but it has limitations, only effective on those not too far above your level. You think too much wanting to suppress me."

"Then what level can I suppress at most?" Yang Xiao asked impatiently.

Remembering the feeling when Yang Xiao tried to suppress him, Sheng Yanlin judged, "Your compatibility with this item is excellent. I think there’s no problem below the Half-step Nether Realm."

"But below Half-step Nether Realm, I have no need to suppress them; I’m invincible," Yang Xiao felt dejected.

Having gotten a great Magic Artifact, only to find it practically useless, the sense of disappointment left Yang Xiao frustrated.

"Well, in that case, you need to look at yourself. Generally speaking, an Upper Ghost Level Angel Envoy wouldn’t boast like that. If you encounter an Angel Envoy approaching Half-step Nether Realm, you’d burn incense for luck if you escaped. You’re an exception." Sheng Yanlin said seriously.

"Alright." Yang Xiao didn’t linger on this. His main interest was the Black Hand’s ability to absorb the opponent’s flesh to strengthen himself.

He continued experimenting with the man, but things didn’t go as planned. The ability activated smoothly, but only the man’s head was sucked dry, leaving the body unchanged. In the end, the man’s shriveled eyeballs fell out like dried grapes.

The effect wasn’t bad, though; Yang Xiao felt invigorated, with previous internal injuries from his clash with Mahasha mostly healed.

Despite his efforts, he could only heal around 70% of the injuries, which was the limit.

"Why only 70%?" Yang Xiao complained, reaching his Black Hand towards another person beside the man.

However, just as he prepared to absorb, he realized this guy had already died of fright.

"Little Yang, don’t rush this. Practice slowly over time. With the item in your possession, there’s no need to worry about losing it," Sheng Yanlin advised against impatience.

Hearing this, Yang Xiao stopped attempting and, in general, was quite satisfied with the Resentful Eye.

The scene he once saw in the Martyr’s Illusion Realm likely depicted the moment he fully mastered the Resentful Eye.

Next, Yang Xiao directed his attention to the chest. Upon opening it, he found the radio inside.