Inside the headquarters of the evil soul masters, the man shook out his hand, his face full of satisfaction.
"To be honest, I never expected two mere Soul Sages like you to last this long. The other three weren't bad either. It seems the cultivation methods of this plane have changed quite a bit!"
Faced with the man's taunting words, even Qian Renxue had no way to refute him—or rather, she simply had no strength left to do so.
This mysterious man's strength and methods had far exceeded everyone's expectations. Even in a one-against-five fight, with the man holding back somewhat, he had still dealt with them effortlessly.
In Qian Renxue's eyes, the other party's physical qualities should have belonged to a divine body attainable only after becoming a god, so it was hardly strange that he had not revealed anything like soul rings when attacking.
Yet what she could not understand was that she could not sense even the slightest trace of divine power from the strength he wielded.
Even now, Qian Renxue could still sense the tiny remnant of the Rakshasa God's divine power lingering on Bibi Dong. If this mysterious man was a god, she did not believe she would be unable to sense a single trace of divine power from him.
Seeing the experts of Spirit Hall and Grace Hall defeated by the man he had summoned, Demon Douluo, whose cultivation was now only at the Soul Sage level, finally relaxed completely. He respectfully walked over from the side, bowed to the man, and said:
"Greetings, my Lord!"
The man cast Demon Douluo a sidelong glance.
"Oh? So you were the one who prepared this body for me?"
"Indeed! To prepare a body for my Lord's descent into this realm is this lowly one's supreme honor!"