"You..."
Feng Ling stared fixedly at Xia Ming, her voice carrying gravity for the first time.
This young man not only possessed three ultimate attributes and a Self-Created Soul Skill that specifically countered Evil Soul Masters.
He also possessed such terrifying strength and combat instincts.
A Soul King?
How could this possibly be the strength of a Soul King?!
Xia Ming hovered in midair, the radiance of three ultimate attributes flowing around him.
He looked at the injured Feng Ling, the fighting spirit in his eyes growing even fiercer.
"This is only the beginning."
"Deputy Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, don't disappoint me."
"Seeking death—!"
Feng Ling flew into a rage.
As the deputy leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, a rank ninety-eight Super Douluo, and the owner of the Evil Phoenix Martial Soul, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Being injured by a junior at the Soul King level was already an unbearable disgrace.
And now, this ignorant brat actually dared to provoke her further!
"You think you can defeat me just because you restrain my flames?" Purple light surged in Feng Ling's eyes as evil aura churned around her.
"Do you have any idea what a Title Douluo is capable of?"
Before her words had faded, she clasped her hands in the air, attempting to gather Evil Phoenix flames again.
The dark-purple flames had barely risen in her palms before they began trembling violently.
Suppressed by the two ultimate attributes, the Evil Phoenix flame lasted less than three seconds before completely collapsing into specks of purple light, all of which Xia Ming absorbed.
Feng Ling's face turned livid.
At last, she recognized a cruel fact: in terms of attributes, she was completely crushed by him.
No matter how powerful Evil Phoenix fire was, it was ultimately