"Brother, you're in luck."
The Scar-Faced Man grinned, revealing a mouthful of slightly yellow teeth. "It's not safe for you to travel alone with such a beautiful woman. Why not leave her here and let us take care of her for you?"
The other Soul Kings burst into rough laughter. Some whistled, while others had already revealed their Martial Souls and begun circulating their Soul Power.
Soul Rings lit up one after another in the twilight. The yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black configuration was especially glaring in the dusk as the seven men spread out and surrounded Lan Tian and Ah Yin.
Lan Tian did not move.
He glanced down at the position where he had been surrounded, then looked up at the Scar-Faced Man. His tone was as calm as if he were casually asking a question. "How long have you been operating on this road?"
The Scar-Faced Man froze. He had likely not expected such a reaction from someone surrounded like this. Then he gave a vicious grin. "Not long, but we've killed plenty of people. One more won't make a difference. If you know what's good for you, leave the woman and get lost. If you don't..."
He flicked the hilt of the blade at his waist with his thumb, producing a crisp metallic ring.
Lan Tian nodded.
"Then that's enough."
He did not waste any more words.
He suddenly stomped on the ground, and six Soul Rings rose one after another beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.
The radiance of the six Soul Rings burst forth in the twilight. The uppermost two black Soul Rings were deep as ink, emanating suffocating pressure.
The aura of a Level Sixty-Four Soul Emperor erupted without restraint, enveloping the seven people in crushing oppression.
The Scar-Faced Man's