"Hahaha!"
Wakamatsu Kazuki burst into gleeful laughter, his voice carrying far through the silent Underground Space.
Though he was in a soul state, his voice sounded just like a living person's.
"Talk about two fighting while the third profits..."
Wakamatsu Kazuki looked down at Fang Cheng and Kanzaki Rin, his chubby face beaming with unconcealed delight. "I really have to thank you two. If it weren't for you, I'd never have been able to break free of Kitaryu Shingen's control or get my hands on this divine artifact."
He stroked the Soul Stabilizer hanging around his neck, looking as if he couldn't bear to part with it.
"As a token of my gratitude, I'll let you accompany Kitaryu Shingen in your graves right here."
As he spoke, he floated toward Fang Cheng. His entire arm transformed into a blade that gleamed with cold light, and he brought it down hard toward Fang Cheng's head.
Smack!
Fang Cheng, who should have been unconscious, suddenly raised a hand and blocked the descending blade.
Wakamatsu Kazuki stared as if he'd seen a ghost. His soul flashed, and he darted far away.
"You, you!"
He pointed at Fang Cheng, speechless. How could he get back up after taking such a heavy blow to the back of the head?
"You mean this? Of course it was fake."
Fang Cheng touched the back of his head. The blood in his hand moved like a living thing, eventually forming the letters S and B.
His body was so powerful now that Wakamatsu Kazuki's simple attack had barely hurt him.
Fang Cheng had drawn blood himself and faked an injury because he wanted to see who would try to sneak up on him without making a sound.
He hadn't expected it to be a soul. No wonder he