"Hmph!"
Wang Qiang gave a low snort. "I'm different from my third brother. He only just became a Soul Elder, and his Soul Power is only level 31. But I'm level 39, just one step away from becoming a Soul Ancestor."
"So you should just admit defeat!"
After saying that, he even put on an expression that said he was doing this for her own good.
Wang Dong'er looked utterly disdainful. "I really don't know where you get your confidence from!"
At the same time, her hand sped up even more. In the blink of an eye, her palm was already before Wang Qiang's eyes.
When Wang Qiang heard that, his face immediately darkened, and he growled, "You really don't know what's good for you... Today, I'll beat you until you submit. After you marry me, you won't be like this anymore."
As he spoke, a staff appeared in Wang Qiang's hand.
His martial soul was not the family's Explosive Bear martial soul, but the Coiling Dragon Staff!
At the same time, three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose around him. The second one instantly lit up!
"Second Soul Ring Skill, Strength!"
The muscles in Wang Qiang's arms instantly swelled several sizes, and the Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul in his hand also expanded wildly. It had originally been only two meters long and as thick as an egg, but in the blink of an eye, it became like a palace pillar.
Wang Qiang smiled smugly. "Dong'er, it's still not too late to admit defeat!"
Wang Dong'er sneered. "All flash and no substance! And is Dong'er something you're allowed to call me?"
By the end, Wang Dong'er was practically roaring, making it clear just how intense the fury in her heart was.
At the same time, her delicate jade hand