En Zuo held the Crystal Staff and hovered dozens of meters in the air, looking down upon the entire spirit fighting arena. His battle armor manifested, and the Nightmare Power bursting from his body flaunted itself wildly around him, making him appear incomparably sinister.
In this era, there was no such thing as an evil soul master. Whether power was righteous or evil depended solely on whether its wielder was good or wicked.
The pitch-black first soul skill on his body flickered. En Zuo raised a fingertip, his eyes half-lidded, too lazy even to call out the name of his soul skill.
Weak.
Far too weak.
Could it be that Sea God Island's High Priest arrogantly believed an ordinary Soul King could withstand a soul skill enhanced by battle armor?
He was looking down on him far too much.
The gale howled, and a fearsome storm was brewing. En Zuo gave the spectators, the contestants, and even Sea God Island's High Priest ample time to react.
This strike could originally have been cast instantly.
"High Priest."
En Zuo's voice was not loud, yet it sounded exceptionally piercing on this not-so-large fighting platform. "If you don't want him to be killed by your own judgment, then you'd better help him withstand this attack."
"I don't want to arrive on Sea God Island and immediately have blood on my hands in public. That would leave neither of us feeling very good."
The atmosphere froze strangely.
The audience did not even dare boo. The raging wind lashed their faces until they stung, leaving a faint flush on their rough skin. Most raised their arms beside their faces to shield themselves from the wind.
The High Priest also realized he had miscalculated, but he simply could not understand it. This level of soul skill