"Cult Master, there is one more matter." Zhang Peng suddenly spoke, his rough voice carrying a trace of hesitation.
"Speak."
What did a Million-Year Soul Ring represent?
It was something even Limit Douluo dreamed of obtaining.
If the Holy Spirit Cult could acquire a Million-Year Soul Ring, if he could possess a Million-Year Soul Ring...
"What is that Huo Yuhao's cultivation level?" Zhongli Wu asked.
"One ring, not yet Level 20."
"One ring?" Zhongli Wu smiled, his smile cold and cruel. "A one-ring Soul Master, a mere child, is nothing to worry about.
But his master and martial uncle... they will not be easy to deal with."
"Cult Master, you mean..."
"Leave it alone for now." Zhongli Wu waved his hand. "Do not touch that Huo Yuhao yet.
He is still too young. Even if we capture him, he will be of no use.
Wait until he grows older, until he has more Soul Rings, until he comes to us himself."
Feng Ling frowned. "Cult Master, Huo Yuhao's master is Shen Zhou, and Shen Zhou's brother is Qian Daoliu.
Touching Huo Yuhao means touching the Martial Soul Academy.
We still do not know the Martial Soul Academy's true strength. Acting rashly would be unwise."
"I know." Zhongli Wu nodded. "That is why I said to leave it alone for now.
But whether we leave it alone or not is not for me to decide. It is for timing to decide.
When the time is right, when we uncover the Martial Soul Academy's true strength, when we are completely certain..."
He rose to his feet and walked before the Death God Statue deep within the main hall, his back facing the others.
"My Holy Spirit Cult has lain dormant for ten thousand years, waiting for this very opportunity.
Spirit Hall has