Two Emperors and Four Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult

Chen An had clearly just gone through a major battle, so his condition was definitely not as terrifying as it appeared. Ha Luosa still had a good chance.

"Chen An, that kid without a shred of Soul Power should have died long ago. Yet I never expected your circumstances to be somewhat similar to mine—you were able to come back from the dead and become stronger than before as well. In that sense, we're the same kind of people. Interested in being friends?" Ha Luosa asked with a smile, seeming quite friendly.

Ghost Emperor glanced at Ha Luosa. Knowing him well, he could more or less guess what he was planning. He merely wanted to confuse his opponent. This man was determined to kill Chen An and would not change his mind easily.

"I'm surprised you can even say something like becoming friends. But I'm obviously not interested. Compared to being friends with you, I'd much rather kill you. As for the reason, I believe you can guess it too," Chen An said.

"What happened back then wasn't my fault either. I was going to take your sister as my disciple. Her Martial Soul was the Netherking Sword, and so was mine. If she became my disciple, I surely could have nurtured her into a super powerhouse. I just didn't expect Yun Ming, Cang Xin, and the others to ruin it. Your sister also fell victim to them. They were the ones who killed your sister; it had nothing to do with me," Ha Luosa explained.

Naturally, he could not tell Chen An that he had intended to nurture his sister before devouring and absorbing her Martial Soul Source in pursuit of a breakthrough to a higher realm.

"Whether you truly intended to take my sister as your disciple or