Wang Xing was strong, but against a powerful Soul Emperor–level Battle Soul Master who surpassed him by two whole tiers, there was still a huge gap.
And Feng Xiaotian was no ordinary Soul Emperor.
To put it simply, he could be seen as an upgraded version of Lin Meng.
Cold sweat poured down Wang Xing's entire body. Feeling that he had only one Fire Star Ray left, a helpless, bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself, Though he's still far from our team's ancestor, to me, this guy is a monster through and through.
The rest is up to you.
The fierce wind struck. Amid the chaos, Wang Xing steadied himself, pulling the distant fire star closer to his chest to resist the pressure, and also to stabilize the fire star's energy as much as possible.
Feng Xiaotian had already reached the edge of the arena. The great battle was on the verge of erupting.
Wang Xing was ready, firing his final Fire Star Ray at Feng Xiaotian.
Feng Xiaotian also sensed a faint but persistent threat constantly roaming across his body. He knew that Wang Xing had locked onto him.
This automatically triggered, intuition-like sense of danger was an ability Feng Xiaotian had honed within raging hurricanes.
However, ever since he had broken through to Soul Emperor, it had become very difficult for him to feel this kind of threat from soul masters of his own generation.
Back when he had dueled Huo Wu, this sense had also activated automatically, but Huo Wu's whip had been too fast. Even if he sensed it, his body could not react in time.
"It isn't only me who has grown over the years. Your growth is indeed astonishing as well."
"But because of the gap