Mr. Luo—no, he should have been called Mr. Long—easily saw through what Dai Yunze was thinking. He chuckled twice and said, "Little fellow, don't be nervous. This old man has a cultivation level in the nineties, after all. You should feel honored to have me awaken your martial soul. Besides, no one under heaven has ever enjoyed such treatment before. You're the first. If I weren't curious about what your martial soul would be, you wouldn't have this opportunity."
As soon as he finished speaking, he infused soul power into the stone platform.
Immense soul power immediately surged forth. Filtered and guided by the soul guidance formation on the platform, it all poured into Dai Yunze's body.
Dai Yunze felt an ancient, enormous current flow into his body. Then, as though some shackle within him had been broken, his body became much lighter.
He involuntarily closed his eyes, becoming somewhat immersed in the sensation that he was about to take flight.
Yet the moment he closed his eyes, he keenly sensed something.
It felt as though someone had placed something on him.
Naturally, he suspected Mr. Long, who stood before him.
But there was nothing he could do. Mr. Long had said himself that his cultivation level was over ninety. In the world of Douluo, that made him a Titled Douluo, one of the continent's most powerful combatants.
If someone like that truly wanted to do something to him, he had absolutely no way to resist.
All he could do was hope that this Mr. Long genuinely meant him no harm.
And that feeling was deeply unpleasant.
Besides, right now, he still had to rely on Mr. Long to awaken his martial soul.
He just did not know what kind of martial soul he would awaken.
At that moment, he