The black figure slowly turned around. A chilling aura erupted from beneath the cloak, and the sharp, mournful cries of vengeful spirits seemed to ring through the air. The already quiet alley grew even more eerie and terrifying.
Beibei stared at the figure, its entire body shrouded in a black robe. Even its face was hidden in the shadow of its hood, as though a faint black mist swirled around it. He couldn't make out anything beneath the cloak.
Could it not stand the sunlight?
That aura... an Evil Soul Master?
He could tell at a glance that it was an Evil Soul Master because, before Progenitor Xuan died, he had stabilized the mutated bloodline of Beibei's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, allowing it to evolve into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
An Evil Soul Master's natural enemy, he had an extraordinary sensitivity to all evil auras. That was how he could tell at a glance whether someone was an Evil Soul Master.
Ever since the disaster in Shrek City six years ago, old and new grievances had piled up. His parents had also died at the hands of Evil Soul Masters, and his hatred for them had reached an unprecedented level.
If he saw one, he'd kill one!
Unfortunately, he probably couldn't kill the one before him. He'd be lucky if he wasn't killed instead.
"Tsk."
Beibei bit his lip, every muscle in his body taut as he summoned his Soul Power. He was ready to unleash it at any moment, his body set in a defensive stance.
To be honest, he'd regretted shouting "Stop!" the instant the words left his mouth.
The pressure coming from the other side was simply terrifying. He'd only ever felt anything like it from Zhang Lexuan.
His expression grew even graver. That meant his