A strange voice suddenly sounded behind him, giving the Seal Soul Master quite a scare.
Damn it, who the hell is that? Scared the crap out of me!
But before he could turn around and angrily berate the speaker, he heard his subordinates' trembling voices beside him. "R-Respected Soul King, how may we be of service?"
Upon hearing his subordinates' quivering voices, the Seal Soul Master's mind raced as he tried to understand what they meant. However, his body had already turned around before his brain could process it, and his eyes saw the strange freak behind him before his thoughts caught up.
He was called a freak entirely because he stood over nine feet tall, had a mess of hair, bronze skin all over, and a muscular body. Yet what drew the most attention was the single pair of black shorts he wore.
Most terrifying of all was the eye-catching, monstrous Soul Ring configuration above him despite his being dressed in nothing but shorts: "Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black." In particular, his first, second, and Third Soul Rings were all activated.
"A Soul King?" The Seal Soul Master stumbled back two steps in fright.
Someone capable of appearing soundlessly on the deck of the Fengya, with such a monstrous Soul Ring configuration, could naturally only be Zhang Yang.
He had grown utterly sick of the dry rations in his Storage Soul Tool, and he was also fed up with running around Tanggu wearing nothing but shorts. So, on the day he broke through to level 59, Zhang Yang decided to give himself a few days off and return to Vast Sea City to buy some clothes and eat dishes he actually liked.
After traveling for half a day, just as Zhang Yang was preparing to land on the sea