"Heh heh heh, the taste of a Soul Grandmaster's blood is simply better than those ordinary people's."
"It really is sweet and fragrant. Take advantage of this chance to find a way to drink a bit more, or you won't be able to drink any later."
In the scorching battlefield, the two Soul Grandmasters of the bandit side licked their palms, where Yu Qingfeng's blood lingered. After tasting the flavor of the blood, these two Soul Grandmasters uninhibitedly discussed the taste of his blood right in front of Yu Qingfeng.
They dared to be so uninhibited because they did not plan to let anyone present leave here alive. No one leaving meant news could not possibly leak out.
Therefore, being a little bold and arrogant did not matter either.
"The taste of blood—sweet and fragrant. Are you two the rumored Evil Soul Masters?"
Hearing these two discussing the taste of fresh blood, Yu Qingfeng, who had traveled far and wide and seen a great deal, suddenly thought of Evil Soul Masters.
Evil Soul Masters were something he had accidentally heard about when listening to others tell stories in a tavern. He wanted to know if the two people in front of him were Evil Soul Masters.
Even if he died today, he would die a knowing ghost.
"That's right, we are Evil Soul Masters."
The thin, one-eyed bandit licked all the blood clean from his hands, then acknowledged his identity as an Evil Soul Master without the slightest taboo.
"What Evil Soul Masters? Our cultivation method is just a bit different, that's all. I refuse to admit I'm an Evil Soul Master. I—"
The other, one-armed bandit did not feel he was an Evil Soul Master. He gave a lengthy defense for himself, saying his mutated martial soul's cultivation merely