"Emperor Soul Art's original copy was actually... actually hidden on that girl?!"
As Xiao Xuan watched the Blue-haired Girl holding the tome, his expression finally changed drastically.
As a cultivation art personally written by the Soul Emperor, the original copy of the Emperor Soul Art had always been the Soul Clan's most taboo secret treasure. Even Xiao Xuan had only heard of its name at most and had never laid eyes on the original copy.
Yet now, this supreme treasure said to retain the lingering might of a Dou Emperor had appeared in the hands of a girl not even thirty years old—and had even acknowledged her as its master. How could he not be shocked?
"That old bastard really came prepared!"
Recalling how confidently the other party had proposed that wager earlier, Xiao Xuan's face twitched. He nearly wanted to stomp his feet and curse aloud.
"Ambushing the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb was one thing, but he even tricked this remnant soul of mine. Does he have no martial virtue at all?"
Though he continued grumbling under his breath, Xiao Xuan's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Like he was staring at some peerless treasure, he fixed his gaze on the constantly struggling Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.
At this point, if he still could not see the situation for what it was, then there would be no need for him to call himself a Nine-star Dou Saint.
The Soul Clan's plan... might actually work!
"The Emperor Soul Art has arrived. Senior, please replace this beast and become the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb."
Hun Ruoruo drifted over and lightly cupped her hands toward Xiao Xuan. An invisible light screen emerged around her, completely isolating the enormous Soul Force of the giant black-cloud figure.
Hearing this, Xiao Xuan was