"It seems you still have a bit of spine."
Feng Xiaotian looked at Li Han, who was stepping onto the stage, and smiled faintly.
That appearance made it seem as though he had already secured victory.
Li Han looked at the white-haired, masked man before him and smiled, "I should be the one saying that.
Challenging me directly, you've kicked an iron plate."
"Hmph! Don't be so arrogant! Beneath the Soul King level, no one is my match!"
"Oh? Merely rank forty-four, yet you dare to utter such wild words.
The heroes of this world are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, so what makes you think you can steadily sit in the first place?
Just on the strength of your self-created soul skill?"
"That's right! Just on the strength of my self-created soul skill!
I spent five years, starting from scratch, to create this soul skill.
It is the most perfection!
It is enough to rival a fifth soul skill!"
"If you had spent these five years cultivating properly, you could have broken through to the Soul King level long ago."
"You—"
Feng Xiaotian was momentarily at a loss for words.
That seemed to be somewhat true.
"Do you think that with a Soul Ancestor's vision, you can develop any formidable self-created soul skill?
Even if you truly succeed, once you reach the Soul Emperor or Soul Saint level, wouldn't this self-created soul skill become tasteless chicken ribs if it fails to upgrade?
How many powerhouses above the Soul Saint level have you seen rely on their first soul skill to decide the outcome when fighting opponents of the same rank?
By then, your self-created soul skill will likely become as awkward an existence as a first soul skill."
"This—"
Feng Xiaotian scratched his head, feeling that