Gathering His People Bathed in the torrential rain and feeling the hair-raising Thunder Element permeating the air, the four Maids stood far away, watching Dai Yao's strike, yet they still could not help feeling shaken to their core.
"Master finally completed it!"
Egret said excitedly.
The four of them had witnessed Dai Yao practicing this move day after day, injuring himself all over every single day. Every night, when they helped apply medicine to him, they saw it with their own eyes and felt the pain in their hearts.
Now Dai Yao had finally completed this move, and he no longer had to suffer those injuries.
Hearing this, Partridge and Cuckoo both nodded, while Peacock looked at Dai Yao with admiration on her face and said doubtfully, "The power of this move surpasses many Soul Douluo Eighth Soul Skills. Could it have reached the level of a Titled Douluo?"
Peacock was a Spirit Emperor-level expert, and she had some understanding of the attacks of Spirit Sages and Soul Douluo, but Dai Yao's move had clearly broken through the limits of a Soul Douluo.
Thinking of this, her expression abruptly turned horrified, her face filled with disbelief!
The current Dai Yao was only a Soul King! Yet he could already use a soul skill comparable to a Titled Douluo's. What kind of world-shaking, era-defying talent was this?! "We really are fortunate to have a master like Dai Yao."
Cuckoo said with eyes full of admiration.
Her words instantly resonated with the other three women. Indeed, with Dai Yao's talent, barring any accidents, his future achievements would absolutely exceed everyone's expectations.
As Dai Yao's Maids, their status and position would also rise with the tide. By then, who knew how many people would envy, or even be jealous of, their identities as