"You! This tofu can restore Soul Power!"
Yu Yuanzhen could no longer maintain the composure of the leader of the Upper Three Clans. Even a mutual defeat had been beyond his expectations, yet who could have imagined that this brat still had a trump card capable of restoring Soul Power? It did not matter where this thing had come from. What mattered was that Su Sanjia now had the strength to fight again!
"Sorry, but I've always had this inexplicable anxiety. If I don't keep a few trump cards in reserve, I never feel at ease! But it seems my preparations were meaningful after all!"
Oscar's first soul skill had suited Su Sanjia's tastes to begin with. On top of that, the two of them were close enough to practically wear the same pair of pants, so Oscar prepared some for Su Sanjia every day.
"Then, leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Level 95 Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, are you prepared to pay for your actions with your life?"
Golden light flickered. His reserve of domineering aura had run dry, but Su Sanjia still had his own martial soul! Six soul rings flashed in succession, especially the hundred-thousand-year red soul ring, which radiated an eerie glow!
Yu Yuanzhen swallowed. He had finally realized the severity of the situation. His condition could not have been worse; less than twenty percent of his Soul Power remained, and he had to dedicate part of it to suppressing the deadly poison within him. Granted, even a Title Douluo in such a state could still kill an ordinary Soul Emperor. But the problem was, Su Sanjia before him was no ordinary Soul Emperor at all!
Seeing the mockery and killing intent in Su Sanjia's eyes, Yu Yuanzhen drew a deep breath. His scant