Li Hao narrowed his eyes. As a high-level Soul Master, he had an innate keen intuition for the strong.
The young man before him was no simple opponent. At the very least, he was a Soul Master of the same rank as himself.
But Li Hao was not afraid. The Human Refining Pills he had made through such heinous means naturally gave him formidable combat power.
Forget Soul Masters of the same rank—even stronger Soul Saints did not frighten him!
"Brother Yu."
Chu Long opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Yu Tianjun to come back.
But Yu Tianjun waved his hand and strode forward, shielding everyone behind him.
"If you leave now, I can spare your life."
Li Hao said coldly.
Such a young Soul Emperor had to have a terrifying background.
It would be safer to send him away for now, then find Yue Feng, the lord of Kamp City, and kill him together later.
In any case, the matter of the Human Refining Pills absolutely could not get out.
Killing intent abruptly rose in Li Hao's heart, but Yu Tianjun clearly had no intention of leaving.
"After doing so many disgusting things, letting you die so easily would be too merciful."
Yu Tianjun muttered softly as he slowly walked toward Li Hao.
Li Hao flew into a rage.
"You brat, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Li Hao summoned his Martial Soul, the Blood Cauldron. Six Soul Rings in the optimal configuration emerged as he struck first.
Blood Refining Strike!
Li Hao's ten-thousand-year fifth Soul Ring flashed fiercely, and a bloody streak surged forward.
Yu Tianjun neither dodged nor moved, as though he had been frightened senseless.
"Brother Yu, dodge!"
Chu Long and the others cried out anxiously.
But it was already too late. The