Su Xiao sat on the Soul Throne. At that moment, he seemed capable of accomplishing many things beyond imagination. If he had not cultivated swordsmanship, he might well have been deceived by this feeling.
Su Xiao rose from the Soul Throne and approached a giant dragon covered in black scales. He raised his right foot and planted it on the dragon's head.
With a crack, the dragon was crushed into countless bubbles. The old demon, the two-headed Giant, and the others all turned into bubbles as well.
"You are qualified."
Countless voices blended together to form those words. The sound shook the soul.
As soon as the soul-shaking voice vanished, the dragon, the old demon, the two-headed Giant, and the others all reappeared. This time, they were not prostrating themselves on the ground, but kneeling on one knee.
Su Xiao glanced at the dragon beside him. Its brownish-yellow vertical pupils were looking at him as well. The surroundings became unnaturally quiet.
Su Xiao reached for the dragon's head. Strangely, his hand passed straight through the dragon's body and seized a transparent, gelatinous substance. It was both soft and resilient.
With a tearing sound, Su Xiao ripped away a large piece of the dragon's soul.
"Roar!!"
The dragon threw back its head and let out a long howl. Just as it glared furiously at Su Xiao, the scene before it made it calm down.
Su Xiao brought the mass of soul in his hand to his mouth and took a bite. That taste was something he would never be able to forget.
Boom!
The Soul Throne shattered. Starting from it, a vortex formed and sucked everything inside—everything except Su Xiao.
Su Xiao had not chosen to become the Lord of Souls. That only looked impressive on the surface. Just now, he