Miles froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "A brat who hasn't even grown all his hair yet dares act arrogant in front of this bishop? Who the hell do you think you are!"
As he spoke, he abruptly summoned his Martial Soul.
A dark green Corrosive Bone Venom Snake emerged behind him, its body as thick as a large bowl, its scales covered in a layer of disgusting slime.
Six Soul Rings lit up beneath his feet—two yellow, three purple, and one black. He was actually a six-ringed Soul Emperor.
Si Long's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward as well.
With a low shout, a chisel condensed in his palm, while seven Soul Rings rose beneath his feet—one white, three yellow, two purple, and one black.
He stood in front of Wu Changkong and said gravely, "Bishop Miles, I'll sell you the Platinum Source Ore you want. Why make things difficult for a few children?"
Wu Changkong did not understand. Si Long was clearly a seven-ringed Soul Saint, yet he did not seem to have the slightest temper toward a six-ringed Soul Emperor like Miles.
As for Miles, not only was there no fear on his face, but he even swept his gaze over the seven Soul Rings behind Si Long with a half-smile, as though he were looking at something beneath contempt.
Wu Changkong knew that expression all too well.
He had seen people bully others by throwing their weight around, but he had never seen a Soul Emperor act so tyrannically before a Soul Saint.
"What? Is our Young Vice President Si Long planning to trade a few moves with me?"
"I... I think that, as a member of Spirit Hall, Bishop Miles should be reasonable."
Seeing Si Long back down, Miles laughed even more