"Let me see your Fourth Soul Skill." A detached voice drifted over.
Geng Hao's face flushed red with anger.
What did that mean? Was he looking down on him?
I'm a Soul Ancestor! What gave a mere Soul Elder the right?
He rose from the ground, fury surging within him.
Fourth Soul Skill, Rage Blood Frenzy!
The next second, Geng Hao's entire body was suffused with a dense blood-red glow, and a thick stench of blood spread through the Great Soul Arena.
For once, surprise appeared on Luo Ling's face.
He could clearly sense that Geng Hao's physical strength had increased enormously—and was still rising.
The Soul Domain silently unfolded. The red representing Geng Hao's Spiritual Nature grew ever more intense.
Geng Hao's aura also continued to climb along with that surging red glow.
It was actually a Soul Skill that strengthened the user through rage.
"That's rather interesting." Luo Ling chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes.
At once, the surging red was suppressed. The red of Spiritual Nature slowly faded, eventually turning into a tranquil green.
Geng Hao stood frozen in place. The anger in his heart vanished for no apparent reason, and the strength he had gained was also receding.
"It's over," he heard a soft murmur.
Not far away, the Raven Shadow Puppet brandished its pitch-black scythe and arrived before him in the blink of an eye.
The scythe descended without mercy, carrying a rhythm of darkness. Geng Hao only had time to raise his arm to block it.
But an unimaginable force blasted him away, sending him crashing heavily beneath the arena.
After being strengthened by an Immortal Herb, the Raven Shadow Puppet's attributes far surpassed Soul Masters of the same rank. It was no weaker than an ordinary Soul King.
A Soul Ancestor simply could not