"He was at least a Titled Douluo."
This was Yun Ming's judgment. Sensing others with Spiritual Power at will was extremely rude, so Yun Ming could only judge the woman's approximate strength from the faint Soul Power fluctuations she had just released.
With his past cultivation experience and keen perception, although that Soul Power fluctuation was weak, it contained a powerful, restrained force. It was absolutely not something an ordinary soul master could possess. At the very least, it had the qualities of Soul Power that only appeared at the Titled Douluo level.
"I'm sorry, but I already have a husband. You should go find someone else."
The gentle female voice rang out, and Yun Ming's pupils contracted. Although the thugs had blocked his view, preventing him from seeing the woman's appearance clearly, how could he possibly forget that familiar voice?
It was the voice that had accompanied him for decades, and the voice of the woman he had once loved most.
"Ya Li? Why is she here?" Yun Ming's gaze froze.
"Beauty, don't be so heartless. We really don't mean anything bad. We just want to take you out and have some fun. Besides, as long as you don't say anything, your husband won't know."
The one speaking was the youth on the far left among the five. He had a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks. Though his shirt was open at the chest, he was all skin and bones, his ribs showing, and his appearance looked both sleazy and shameless.
"That's right, beauty. Just give us some face and do us the honor."
The youth in the middle had a mohawk hairstyle and a tall, sturdy build, looking almost like a bull. The tattoos on both his arms were of ferocious evil ghosts, adding even more viciousness to