"Old Song, I'm afraid your Jin Nian is about to have a really rough time!"
Watching her daughter use her Fourth Soul Skill, Han Nuan immediately began worrying about Song Jin Nian, who only had the strength of Three Rings.
"Sister-in-law, what makes you say that?"
Song Yang was somewhat puzzled.
Song Jin Nian was the son of him and Weng Yunling, and had inherited the quality of both their Martial Souls. Although he had not inherited Song Yang's Howling Sea Emperor Crocodile Martial Soul, he possessed the top-tier dark water-attribute Magic Profound Emperor Crocodile Martial Soul.
Though the little brat only had the strength of Three Rings, logically speaking, he should not have been at too much of a disadvantage against a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.
"Heh, don't forget that Qingyu inherited Old Ye's Darkness Fire, as well as Sister-in-law's top-tier Phoenix Martial Soul. When those two come together, the result is more than one plus one. With your brat's Magic Profound Emperor Crocodile Martial Soul, he'd be lucky to gain even a thirty percent advantage."
"Besides, your brat is level 38, while Qingyu is Level 45. That's a full seven-level gap! Is a seven-level difference in Soul Power really so easy to overcome?"
"What? You haven't been on the battlefield these past few years, so has your brain deteriorated?"
Jing Hang said boisterously. Beside him stood a somewhat frail-looking little girl.
The girl was also ten years old, but she was introverted and extremely shy around strangers. Although Jing Hang had told her early on that everyone sitting here was her uncle or aunt, the little girl still hid behind him and did not dare show herself.
"Dad, am I going to have to face that fierce big sister later too?"
Jing Yao glanced at the number in her