"Haha, with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast as my main soul, my strength has soared this time."
Within East Sun City, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo waved the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand. "Thousands upon thousands of sea soul beasts, plus this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. I can already fight a Super Douluo."
Abomination: "Haha, aren't you going to treat me to a good meal?"
When Evil Soul Masters spoke of having a good meal, they did not mean dining at a restaurant. They meant consuming large quantities of corpses and flesh.
Some Evil Soul Masters would not even spare souls.
This was the only way they could grow stronger quickly.
The two of them feasted heartily on vast amounts of "food," raising their strength.
"Fifth Elder, Sixth Elder. The Cult Master has ordered the two of you to take several of our Holy Spirit Cult's prodigies to seek out blood food and increase their strength, preparing for the upcoming Soul Fighting Tournament."
The Evil Soul Master kneeling before them relayed Zhongli Wu's order. Ten Thousand Soul and Abomination both laughed upon hearing it.
The Holy Spirit Cult? Evil Soul Masters participating in the Soul Fighting Tournament? It was simply the greatest joke in the world.
They were a sect, a cult—anything but an academy.
"Participate in the Soul Fighting Tournament? The Cult Master really comes up with whatever he pleases. Even if the tournament allows sects to participate, would any nation dare let us join?"
The kneeling Evil Soul Master said, "Elders, the next Soul Fighting Tournament will be hosted by the Sun Moon Empire."
The moment he said that, Ten Thousand Soul and Abomination understood. "Haha, that Sun Moon Emperor truly has some nerve, letting us participate in the Soul Fighting Tournament. Even with our cooperation, I never thought