"Lord Ye, even if you want to deceive and intimidate me, you should at least come up with a more convincing excuse, shouldn't you? A master had strengthened my soul with Soul Guard!
"Let alone you—even the Wind Divine General beside you, or an expert even stronger than Feng Shen, could never possibly control my soul!" Inside the command tent of West City Camp, the newly awakened Supervisor Ma wore a supremely confident expression.
Yet beneath that confident expression, there was an inexplicable panic in his eyes. Though he felt it was utterly impossible for Ye Zhen to control his soul—
Whenever he looked at Ye Zhen, an instinctive fear rose from the depths of his heart. Especially when Ye Zhen's gaze fell upon him, he actually felt frightened.
Even his immediate superior, Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu, had never made him feel this way.
Hearing this, Ye Zhen merely smiled. "You don't believe me? Fine, then let's try it."
As he spoke, Ye Zhen's divine sense stirred slightly. Almost at the same instant, Supervisor Ma let out an incomparably shrill scream, his eyes filling with the expression of a man who had seen a ghost.
He could clearly sense that the Soul Guard within his Spirit Palace remained intact, yet the inexplicable agony in his soul told him something.
But before he could think much further, the excruciating pain erupting from the depths of his soul robbed him of the ability to think.
That scream instantly drained all color from the faces of Commandery Commandant Tang Ao, Commander Che Ben, Zheng Dangshi, and the others inside the West City Camp command tent.
From what Ye Zhen had said earlier, they already knew that this Supervisor Ma had had his soul controlled by Lord Ye with a secret art while