Ghost Emperor's gaze was cold and heavy. He raised a hand to suppress the churning blood and qi inside him, and the pitch-black ghost qi at his fingertips surged once more. He had lived for centuries and seen countless monstrous geniuses, but he had never seen a Soul Master this bizarre.
A chill stirred in Ha Luosa's gray pupils. The invisible Pluto King Sword condensed again in his palm, its death sword intent growing ever sharper. Both men were unwilling to accept this. As the continent's top-tier combat forces, wielders of quasi-god authority, owners of Four-Word Battle Armor and complete domains, they would never retreat or show weakness before an eighty-first-rank junior.
Even if the other party had defeated Yun Ming, they still had to test his true limits with their own hands.
If Situ Xuan could have glimpsed their thoughts, he would only have smiled calmly. Others suffered losses in battle, grew tired, and risked exhausting their Soul Power, but those shackles were all useless against the current Situ Xuan.
Five kinds of power intertwined and cycled, forming a perfect closed loop of their own, with no weakness in offense, defense, or endurance.
Exo-Energy empowered by endless battle intent meant his combat strength would only grow stronger the longer he fought. There was no such thing as decline.
His physical constitution, stacked to the extreme, came with extraordinary self-healing and stamina. Forget suffering no loss at all in the battle just now—even if he fought for three days and three nights, his overall condition would not drop in the slightest.
In a certain sense, his physique and power cycle had long since transcended the limits of ordinary Soul Master life. His lifespan was nearly endless, and his combat strength inexhaustible.
The brief deadlock vanished in an instant, and the