Dai Yueheng and the others wore strange expressions.
But they had to admit it.
Calling it poisoning, as Huo Yuhao had, was damn accurate.
Wasn't that exactly what had happened?
But still.
How could they call it poisoning when it came from someone so powerful?
A blessing!
That sounded right!
What they couldn't understand was how Xuan Zi, a Level 98 Titled Douluo, could have fallen victim to it too.
In truth, Xuanzi had done more than fall victim to it. He had taken seventy or eighty percent of the effect himself.
Dai Yueheng said quietly, "Xuan Zi, do you want to give it a try?"
"You're a Level 98 Titled Douluo. That Soul Skill that turns people into Healing Soul Masters shouldn't work on you, right?"
Xuanzi's face darkened. "N-no need. The woman who intervened just now is named Ye Lingling."
"She's the Level 96 Titled Douluo on Spirit Hall Team 1—the terrifying woman with nine Fierce Beast Soul Rings, each over eight hundred thousand years old."
At Xuanzi's words, everyone's expressions became a sight to behold.
Here was a joke for you.
They had entered the Soul Master Competition, and a member of another competing team had turned their supervising teacher—a Level 98 Titled Douluo—into a Healing Soul Master.
Who would believe that if they told them?
Dai Yueheng looked troubled as he asked worriedly:
"Xuan Zi, how much of your strength can you still use like this? Will we be in danger from here on?"
Xuanzi remained perfectly calm.
"It's fine."
"Even a Level 98 Titled Douluo of the healing type isn't someone an ordinary Soul Master can provoke."
"You saw what happened a few days ago. The people Lord Su Yan led wiped out the Holy Spirit Cult in Xingluo City. Safety won't be a problem."