Two Great Beasts

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

They had not even forced their opponent to use any of his more advanced Spirit Skills.

From the very beginning, this battle had been one-sided mockery.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly landed.

The Lightning Armor and golden Light Flame around him 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 for slaughter.

After this battle, he felt excellent.

It could even be said that he had never felt so at ease before.

This was the meaning of power.

If he had not been strong enough, if he were still that ordinary Soul Master struggling on the brink of life and death.

Then, for the Eighth Soul Ring before him, he would have had no choice but to kill Da Ming and Er Ming by any means necessary.

Especially Da Ming, the Sky Azure Bull Python. It controlled both lightning and water elements, and its attributes were highly compatible with his Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon.

If it had been in the past, he would have killed it without hesitation and taken its Spirit Ring and Spirit Bone.

Even if they were Rou'er's family, even if they had some small bond of goodwill with him.

On the path to becoming stronger, reason would make him cold-blooded. He would strike without hesitation.

But now...

He was already powerful enough.

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

In his eyes, these two ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were no longer worth his attention.

Because he was powerful, he could be magnanimous.

Because he was powerful, he could retain his moral bottom line and did not need to become a beast who