Two Fierce Beasts

Two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts lay on the ground, their eyes filled with utter terror.

They had not even managed to force out any of their opponent's higher-tier soul skills.

This battle had been a one-sided mockery from the very beginning.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly descended.

The Lightning Armor and golden light flames on his body quietly faded away.

He looked at Da Ming and Er Ming lying on the ground, his expression calm, with no intention of continuing the attack.

He had not come today to kill.

After finishing this match, he was in a very good mood.

It could even be said to be unprecedentedly pleasant.

This was the meaning of becoming strong.

If he were not strong enough, if he were still that ordinary soul master struggling on the edge of life and death,

in order to obtain the eighth soul ring before him, standing here today, he would have had to use any means necessary to kill Da Ming and Er Ming.

Especially the Sky Azure Bull Python Da Ming, who controlled both lightning and water elements; its attributes had an extremely high compatibility with his Purple-Gold Ultimate Dragon.

If it had been in the past, he definitely would have hunted it down without hesitation, seizing its soul ring and soul bone.

Even though they were Rou'er's family, even though they shared a slight bond of good karma with him.

On the path of growing stronger, reason would have made him cold-blooded, and he would have dealt fatal blows without hesitation.

But now.

He was already strong enough.

He possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring and even higher-tier power.

In his eyes, the two ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts before him were no longer worth looking at.

Because he was strong, he could afford to be magnanimous.

Because