Su Mo hoped Ji Hailan could survive.
Yet he lacked the power to save the other; if she wanted to stay alive, she had to rely entirely on her own strength.
"Despicable slave, your victories end here!"
Upon the array map, Ke Han stood tall, his gaze brimming with matchless and peerless confidence.
Ke Han's bearing was exceptionally striking, with white robes fluttering and long black hair flying.
His skin resembled white jade, crystalline, translucent, and flawless, capable of making countless women pale in comparison.
It seemed as though Ke Han's body was not forged from soul power, but rather condensed from nectar and jade dew.
At this moment, Ji Hailan's expression also turned solemn, for no matter how one looked at it, Ke Han was no ordinary soul clan member.
Merely standing there, he exuded an invisible sense of oppression, letting Ji Hailan know that this battle marked the true genius of the soul clan making his move.
At this instant, even Pavilion Master Wuyu's face turned slightly serious; Ke Han was one of the three great Heavenly Soul Pavilion Disciples under his command, a carefully handpicked, one-in-ten-thousand super genius.
Should Ke Han suffer defeat, he would likewise lose face.
With Pavilion Master Wuyu's discernment, even he could not accurately judge whose strength was superior or inferior, feeling that the two were evenly matched.
Thus, victory or defeat hung entirely in a fifty-fifty balance.
Amidst the gaze of all, upon the array map, milky-white power condensed within Ke Han's palm, instantly forming a terrifying saber forty zhang in length.
"Everyone, why is this soul power of Ke Han's so extraordinary?"
Gazing at Ke Han, Su Mo asked Ying Rong and the other pavilion disciples who were buttering him up, sensing that Ke Han's soul power far surpassed that of