"Hey, stop looking. I'm behind you."
The two black-robed Evil Soul Masters jolted and hurriedly turned around. Murong Huai had dispelled his concealment and now stood before them, watching with a sinister grin.
"W-who are you?" one of them asked in terror.
"Me?" Murong Huai pointed at himself, then fixed them both with a murderous glare.
"I'm the one who's going to take your lives!"
As he spoke, a powerful surge of energy erupted from Murong Huai, forcing the two men back several steps. They put some distance between themselves and him, then activated their Martial Souls. One wielded a scythe, the other a chain. A white, a yellow, three purple, and two black Spirit Rings appeared around each of them. They were both Soul Saints, each around level seventy-two.
At the sight of them, Murong Huai activated his own Martial Soul. Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword appeared in his hand, accompanied by one yellow, one purple, and four black Spirit Rings. His level-sixty-seven Soul Power surged outward.
After two years of cultivation, Murong Huai had gained five levels of Soul Power. For someone at the Soul Emperor level who possessed a Martial Soul with an Ultimate Attribute, that was already a tremendous improvement.
Seeing that Murong Huai was only a Soul Emperor, the two Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level sneered.
"Heh. Kid, a mere Soul Emperor dares come here to die?"
"Getting tired of living, are you? Hahaha..."
At their laughter, Murong Huai's lips curled slightly. He drew his sword and swept it out, unleashing a domineering blast of sword energy that sent the scythe-wielding Evil Soul Master flying. He slammed heavily into the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The other man's eyes widened. He hurriedly urged his Martial Soul. "Fifth Soul Skill,