"On Sea God Island, there is no one among the younger generation who can fight you."
The Grand Priest of Sea God Island had already begun considering whether he could persuade En Zuo to settle down on Sea God Island, but En Zuo's teacher, a peerless Douluo, made him abandon that thought.
Sea God Island was too small. It simply could not withstand such turmoil.
How could En Zuo give up so easily? He immediately put on an arrogant expression. "No matter. I can lower the standard for you. Pick anyone below seven rings."
With his battle armor, En Zuo was not afraid of Soul Sages, but Martial Soul Avatar was still a soul skill that granted soul masters tremendous enhancement. It was better to be cautious.
This time, his priority was stability.
Besides, having a Soul Ancestor fight a Soul Emperor was already more than enough respect for the vanity of old-era soul masters.
In this era, the gap between soul masters was often reflected in their ranks. A difference of one ring was enough to crush someone.
Not to mention that En Zuo was nearly two rings behind.
En Zuo swore solemnly, "If I lose, I will willingly join Sea God Island, take part in the divine trials, and swear never to take a single step off Sea God Island. My teacher will never come here looking for me."
The Grand Priest merely took those words as youthful impulsiveness. Keeping En Zuo here was impossible, but doing him this small favor would not hurt.
Still, there was one thing he could not understand, so he asked En Zuo, "What exactly does Sea God Island have that is worth gambling your freedom on for the sake of a battle?"
En Zuo gave a half-true, half-false answer:
"I dreamed of