The Evil Soul Master with the bat martial soul watched the people flying overhead with a hostile expression. He did not take Jiang Yue and his companions seriously at all.
Jiang Yue and the others looked no older than Tang Ya beside him, yet their soul power levels were far from low.
Aside from the white-haired girl, who gave off no Soul Power Fluctuation and looked like an ordinary person, everyone else unmistakably radiated Soul King-level Soul Power Fluctuation.
Tang Ya was only fifteen or sixteen this year. She had only become a Soul King at such an age through the secret methods unique to Evil Soul Masters, combined with her own devouring talent.
Yet these people clearly were not Evil Soul Masters. They were all geniuses of the sort seen only once in a century. After all, anyone who became a Soul King at fifteen or sixteen was practically nailed down to become a Soul Emperor before twenty, and becoming a Titled Douluo in the future would be as natural as water flowing into a channel.
A Titled Douluo stood at the pinnacle of the continent. With even one Titled Douluo holding the fort, an organization could essentially count as a powerful second-tier faction.
Now he had encountered several promising future Titled Douluo all at once. How could he not be excited? Nothing delighted him more than snuffing out peerless geniuses like these.
At that thought, a sinister smile curled the Evil Soul Master's lips. He could hardly wait to taste these Soul Masters' blood.
Ye Guyi shielded Meng Hongchen, who had little fighting strength at the moment, behind her, then descended to check on Ning Tian and Wu Feng, who still lay limp on the ground.
"Xiao, remember to leave someone alive on your side. Let Ye Guyi