Qin Jiuxiao fell silent for a moment before voicing his thoughts.
"To be honest, this Blood Contract of yours doesn't hold much appeal for me."
At his words, the expectation on Ye Lingling's face faltered slightly.
The Blood Contract offered such generous terms that no genius would possibly refuse it. Why did Qin Jiuxiao say it was of no use to him?
Qin Jiuxiao continued, "I'm already a level-sixty-four Soul Emperor, and at my cultivation speed, it won't be long before I break through to Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, or even Titled Douluo."
"Your cultivation speed probably won't be able to keep up with mine at all. By then, this Blood Contract would instead be a benefit to you—it would be me helping you increase your strength."
Ye Lingling froze on the spot, utterly stunned.
A level-sixty-four Soul Emperor!
This boy, who was even younger than her, was already a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse.
Then what did that make geniuses like them, Soul Elders in their thirties who had been praised by others for years and came from all sorts of clans and factions?
She instinctively released her spiritual power to probe Qin Jiuxiao's aura. Yet the instant it made contact, it vanished like a lump of mud sinking into the sea, without a trace.
She could sense nothing at all, only the unfathomably deep fluctuations of Soul Power within him.
Ning Rongrong added from the side, "And Brother Jiuxiao can already fight a Titled Douluo head-on."
"On top of that, a Titled Douluo powerhouse like Sister Bi Ji is protecting him. Unless those reclusive old monsters—or even gods themselves—personally intervene, who among his peers could withstand even one exchange with Brother Jiuxiao?"
Xiao Wu nodded along. "Exactly, exactly! Brother Jiuxiao is amazing!"
Ye Lingling was completely dumbfounded.
She had originally