"Whew—"
Zhou Tong's eyes flew open. He gasped for breath, cold sweat pouring down his body.
"I finally made it through."
"This Dual God Position Assessment was really difficult."
"But I gained a lot from it too. My Soul Power jumped straight to level 59."
"I'm probably not far from becoming a Soul King."
"I need to focus on training during this time and advance as soon as possible. Then, if I can get one or two more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, the Elite Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition will be in the bag."
Heaven Dou City.
Zhou Tong was out completing his usual Soul Fighting training with Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling, the three beauties.
After leaving the Soul Fighting Arena, the four of them headed to the city's night market and began to browse.
Suddenly.
A loud crash and an angry curse rang out from the distance.
A figure flew out of a brightly lit hotel like a broken sack, landing heavily on the street not far away and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The man struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His Martial Soul Possession had not yet fully faded, and a Lone Wolf could just barely be made out.
"You dare cause trouble in the imperial city? Just you wait!"
His face was covered in blood as he shouted threats of revenge.
A few young men wearing luxurious school uniforms hurried over and helped the Soul King to his feet. Then the group slunk away.
From their clothes, it was clear they were students at some aristocratic school, and they held no low standing in the city.
"Those who don't dare cause trouble are good-for-nothings!"
"We're never afraid of causing trouble."
A cold laugh