Fifth Soul Ring

Rather than let them leave and bring back more people, it was better to deal with them now, while there were only two of them.

It had hidden here for a hundred years. Though the power it had accumulated was not as ferocious as that of its kin who fought and killed outside, it was still far beyond what an ordinary Soul Emperor could handle.

Besides, it was gambling that these two humans would not be too strong.

Judging from their auras, one was level fifty and the other level fifty-nine. Neither posed any real threat.

The advantage was mine.

The Rhino lowered its head, its horn aimed directly at Zhou Qiubai, and let out a low roar.

That growl made even the scattered stones on the ground tremble.

Zhou Qiubai raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"Oh? This thing actually dares to provoke me?"

Then, it charged.

It still dared to charge?

Its horn sliced through the air, leaving behind a visible white trail—the shockwave created by compressed air.

The distance of ten zhang took it only three or five strides. In the blink of an eye, its horn was already closing in on Zhou Qiubai.

Zhou Qiubai shifted slightly to the side.

He did not retreat. Retreating would mean handing his back to a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast Rhino.

He stepped diagonally forward to the left, his toes drawing an arc across the grass as he lightly slid past the Rhino's flank.

The Rhino's horn nearly grazed the hem of his clothes as it stabbed past, and the powerful wind pressure pressed his white robes tightly against his body.

At the same time, Yang Guyun moved as well.

He did not dodge. Instead, he met it head-on.

He planted the Returnless Spear against the ground and used the force