"Friend, are you saying you want to use the rules of the Soul Master World to decide who gets this snake?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, and his tone turned completely cold.
What were the rules of the Soul Master World?
Simple: fight. Whoever won got the prize. How straightforward and brutal.
Just as the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, another group of uninvited guests barged in!
A hoarse shout suddenly rang out. "Stop!"
Immediately afterward, two figures darted swiftly out of the bushes and appeared before everyone.
The two were one old and one young, both female. The elder looked to be around sixty or seventy. She held a three-meter-long snake-headed cane in her right hand, while six Soul Rings rose and fell around her body. Her body had not changed, but the Soul Rings showed that she had already summoned her Martial Soul. There was no need to ask—the cane in her hand had to be her Martial Soul.
Beside the old woman stood a pretty young girl with short hair cut to her ears. She looked sixteen or seventeen and wore a neat, fitted outfit that tightly outlined her already well-developed figure. Her large dark-brown eyes were fixed firmly on the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent lying on the ground. She also held a snake-headed cane, though hers was shorter than the old woman's, only two meters long. She had merely two century-old Soul Rings.
The old woman and young girl's appearance startled everyone except Ye Cheng. But when they saw the six Soul Rings on the old woman, they relaxed. Thankfully, she was only a Soul Emperor and should not have the strength to compete for this snake's Soul Ring.
Yet after rushing out and seeing the situation clearly, the old woman's expression changed somewhat.