Inside the "Eternal Life Emporium," Parker lay on the sofa like a puddle of mud. Scott looked at him incredulously and whispered, "Mr. Richardson, who was that just now?"
Parker hadn't recovered from the shock, and he said shakily, "Don't ask!"
His right hand had been utterly destroyed. William hadn't even glanced at him, yet the psychological pressure he exerted was like that of a primordial beast.
Parker was a standout even among junior Soulmancers. A couple of thousand years ago, this might not have been impressive, but in this day and age, being a junior Soulmancer was quite remarkable.
Yet William hadn't even moved, and he had already ruined one of Parker's hands.
How terrifying was that?
Most importantly, William looked far too young.
