"Four of you, if you want to register, reveal your Martial Souls." Seeing that Han Yu and the others did not look like locals, the examiner in charge of registration immediately lost his earlier enthusiasm.
Han Yu and the others did not bother arguing with him.
Zhu Dazhi stepped forward and announced loudly, "Martial Soul: Bloodthirsty Porcupine. Rank 51 defense-type Battle Soul King!"
Han Yu glanced at Zhu Zhuqing. Seeing that she had no intention of joining in, he did not force her.
"Martial Soul: Gale Twin-Headed Wolf. Rank 63 agility-type Battle Soul Emperor!"
The moment the two revealed their Martial Souls, they drew countless gazes.
There were quite a few Soul Emperors and Soul Kings among the mercenaries present. But such young Soul Kings and Soul Emperors were a first for them.
Warmth returned to the examiner's face as he said somewhat fawningly, "I am Zhang Guilin. The two of you have passed the mercenary assessment."
As he spoke, he familiarly draped an arm over Feng Xiaotian's shoulder and said meaningfully, "After becoming mercenaries, you can also participate in the matches here. The final prize is a Soul Bone, and you may even win the patriarch's favor. You must seize this opportunity."
Feng Xiaotian frowned. "In that case, give us our mercenary certificates."
"Hehe, a little brat still wet behind the ears. So what if you're a Soul Emperor? I'm a Soul Emperor too. Let me see whether you, pretty boy, are stronger, or whether I'm the better man."
As he spoke, he looked provocatively at Zhu Zhuqing beside him. "Pretty boy, if you lose, this beauty belongs to me."
Feng Xiaotian frowned. Zhu Zhuqing was indeed his junior sister, but provoking her like this in front of Han Yu—wasn't that courting death?
Zhang Guilin hurriedly tried to smooth