Meanwhile.
In the Evil Demon Forest south of the Sun Moon Mountains, a one-sided battle was underway.
The Evil Emperor ranked second among the ten great Ferocious Beasts. Despite his nearly eight hundred thousand years of cultivation, he was being beaten so badly he could not fight back.
"Human, what have I ever done to offend you?"
A massive tentacled Soul Beast lay at the bottom of a deep crater. Cracks covered his terrifying eye, and blood streamed from it.
This was the Evil Emperor, king of the Evil Demon Forest: the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign.
He was in terrible shape, covered in wounds, his aura sharply diminished.
Even Spacetime Light, the attack that had once grievously wounded Beast God Ditian, had failed against the young man before him.
That young man was terrifying!
And the three women beside him were no ordinary people either. Each had a stronger aura than the last, and all three stood beyond the limits of this world.
He had his suspicions, but he dared not believe them.
"You haven't offended me. Your Soul Ring simply suits me very well." Xue Nianbing's face was impassive, his voice calm.
"You..."
How could the Evil Emperor fail to see it?
Seven Soul Rings floated around Xue Nianbing. The first six were at least seven hundred thousand years old, and the last was even stronger.
More importantly, Xue Nianbing's Soul Power Level had reached eighty.
He meant to kill the Evil Emperor and use his Soul Ring to become an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
Xue Nianbing had not even reached Titled Douluo, yet he already possessed such astonishing strength.
Even Beast God Ditian might not be a match for him.
I'm afraid I won't survive this.
The Evil Emperor seethed with resentment, but an idea came to him. He