Temperament

A fierce bolt of lightning struck. Xie Yue swung the Moon Blade in his hand as his soul rings flashed, taking a defensive stance and blocking all of Bing Yun's attacks.

Bing Yun's Thunder Dragon Martial Soul was no inferior in quality to those of Xie Yue and Yan. The resources and guidance he had received were no worse either. Both were Soul Saint-level powerhouses, and after their first clash, each had formed a different impression of the other.

"Xie Yue, I'll help you," Yan said, immediately moving in to support him when he saw Xie Yue under attack.

"No need. I'll handle him myself."

Xie Yue had his own pride. Facing a genius Soul Master around his own age, their auras collided, stirring something within both of them. Each wanted to defeat the other.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black soul rings emerged beneath the two of them. Reaching the Soul Saint realm at their age meant their talent was unquestionably exceptional.

Yan stopped, but he did not move far away. He watched from a distance without joining the battle, yet his presence still put psychological pressure on Bing Yun. What had originally been an evenly matched situation might give Xie Yue the advantage.

"Hmph, is this all you can do—resort to such petty tricks?"

A sudden, heavy voice exploded beside Yan's ear as a mountain-like figure charged at him.

A trace of disdain showed in those bell-sized eyes.

Beast Yin was one of the successors nurtured by Beast Mountain. His talent was equally outstanding, and he was not much older than Bing Yun. His Soul Power Level had reached seventy-three.

The people of Beast Mountain Peak were all straightforward by nature and despised underhanded methods most of all.

With the same optimal configuration of two yellow, two