Yan Hongchen merely nodded, his calm gaze settling on the bound Water Evil Tyrant. His tone was unhurried, as though he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
"Grandfather, Uncle Yue, please help me keep it under control. I want to test the results of my spiritual power training. If necessary, just help me block part of its spiritual attacks."
Jing Hongchen frowned slightly, seeming about to say something. But when he looked into Yan Hongchen's eyes, he found no rashness or blind confidence there—only certainty born of careful consideration. He swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and simply nodded.
Yue Hongchen stood nearby with his arms folded, his gaze shifting between Yan Hongchen and the Evil Eye Tyrant. "Little Yan, you've got some nerve."
Yan Hongchen replied, "Would I dare try if you weren't here?" He stepped forward until only three meters separated him from the Water Evil Tyrant.
The Water Evil Tyrant's enormous pupil stared fixedly at him, silver-white light surging in its depths.
Yan Hongchen did not retreat. He had trained his spiritual power for so long that he considered his defense more than sufficient, though his offense was lacking. After sharpening this blade for so long, it was time to draw it and test its edge.
No matter the outcome, this would be valuable real combat experience in spiritual power. At worst, he could divert the opponent's attack into his second Sea of Spirit, where Electrolux stood guard. To him, this creature was nothing more than nourishment.
Had he not received Electrolux's protection, he would never have been so overconfident. He would have proceeded steadily and only returned once he was fully prepared. But now that someone had his back, he no longer needed to be so timid.
Yan Hongchen activated his martial soul. His