The person standing opposite him was Ye Xishui.
She wore a red dress, and her alluring face looked unusually composed in the dim light.
Her crimson lips parted slightly.
"Ah. Since you've come all this way to find me, it's true."
Yan Shaozhe's legs buckled. His knees struck the stone floor, and he collapsed into a kneel, his forehead nearly touching the ground.
His voice shook uncontrollably. "Impossible! Impossible! How could I be descended from Evil Soul Masters?"
Ye Xishui did not rush to contradict him.
She raised her right hand, palm up. Soft golden flames slowly rose from beneath her skin and gathered above her palm into the phantom of a Radiant Phoenix spreading its wings.
Warm golden light flowed across the phoenix, carrying an aura of purity and holiness.
She silently let that pressure spread, enveloping Yan Shaozhe in a familiar Soul Power fluctuation.
Yan Shaozhe looked up at the golden phoenix beating its wings above Ye Xishui's palm. It was as if lightning had struck him.
He knew that Soul Power fluctuation too well. It was almost identical to his own Radiant Phoenix Martial Soul, only purer and more profound.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Ye Xishui looked at him calmly. "Now you understand. Get up."
Yan Shaozhe: "..."
Ye Xishui suddenly laughed. The sound echoed through the empty stone chamber, full of the release of someone finally able to laugh freely after two hundred years of restraint.
She raised both arms, and gentle flames rose and swirled around her.
"Look! This is my greatest trump card. Who would imagine that an Evil Soul Master with the terrifying Blood Soul Demon Puppet Martial Soul, an Ultimate Douluo, would also possess a Second Martial Soul?
"Even Old Ghost Zhongli doesn't know about this Martial