The corridor outside the room roared without pause. The deafening noise poured into the four-walled room, as if someone were trapped beneath a bronze bell while people outside slammed into it with all their might.
If an ordinary person were in here, they would probably be shaken to death in seconds, bleeding from every orifice.
Xu Lanqing's expression remained unchanged; he was completely unaffected. He merely twitched his mouth as he looked at the girl six or seven meters away. Her eyes were deep red, almost black, and devoid of life.
A Six-Ring Soul Emperor—she was, what, sixteen or seventeen at most?
The Holy Spirit Cult must have spared no expense to raise her.
"Ma Xiaotao?" Xu Lanqing asked tentatively.
His Soul Rings flashed. He had already activated two support-type Soul Skills: Golden Dragon Bloodlust and Golden Dragon Destruction Domain.
He had already guessed who she was, but there were still plenty of questions he needed answered.
A flicker of surprise crossed Ma Xiaotao's eyes, but she didn't ask how he knew. Wrapped in pitch-black flames, she raised her right hand, and her black Soul Ring flashed.
A straight line of flame erupted, surging forward at incredible speed like water from a high-pressure hose. But it carried more than force—it was scorching hot, melting everything in its path to ash. The air wavered and blurred from the heat.
It seemed he was right. She really was Ma Xiaotao. But why was she here? Why was the Holy Spirit Cult raising her? What had happened to Shrek?...
There were so many questions.
There was no doubt that many things had changed without his knowledge.
But none of that mattered now. Once he captured her, he would find out.
A wave of heat surged toward him, fluttering Xu Lanqing's short sleeves and