Early the next morning, in the Soul Beast Forest.
Dressed in white, Ye Xingchen flew slowly through the air like an immortal.
Looking at the wisps of cooking smoke rising nearby, the corners of his mouth could not help lifting slightly.
With a casual wave of his hand, the formidable power of the Dao Palace Eighth Heaven immediately increased his speed a little further.
"Look, isn't that Brother Ye? He's back! My heavens, I feel like his power has grown so much stronger!"
"What kind of skill is that? He can fly on nothing but a sword, and so fast, too! My heavens!"
Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, who were guarding the camp, could not help exclaiming when they saw Ye Xingchen flying through the sky.
Hearing the commotion, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and the others gathered around as well.
High in the sky, Ye Xingchen stood atop a White Great Sword, swiftly approaching them like an immortal.
"It looks like this little fellow successfully absorbed his Soul Ring. That White Great Sword must be his newest Soul Skill, too. I wonder how powerful it is!"
Flender came out to look when he heard the commotion, and the corners of his mouth could not help lifting slightly.
He turned back and patted Liu Erlong on the shoulder, speaking with a chuckle.
"A Level 49 Soul Ancestor. His strength has advanced another step. I really don't know what this fellow grew up eating. Leveling up is as simple as drinking water for him!"
Hearing Liu Erlong say this, Zhao Wuji, who stood nearby, nearly laughed aloud.
He sighed and folded his arms as he said:
"You don't know the half of it. When I first met him, this fellow defeated me with only the strength of a Soul