The Damned Holy Spirit Cult, I'll Blow Your Headquarters to the Sky!

As soon as he finished speaking, Dai Luoli began attacking Old Liu.

Even though he had become a Soul King, facing a Titled Douluo meant that even if he went all out, he could not harm his opponent. Therefore, he naturally had no reservations when attacking.

As for Old Liu, he was not one of those people who enjoyed testing juniors by tormenting them half to death.

He only defended without attacking, carefully observing the differences between Dai Luoli's current fighting style and before.

After some time, the exhausted Dai Luoli panted heavily and stared at Old Liu. "Old Liu, how does my Blood Tiger Martial Soul compare to before?"

"Setting aside the enhancement brought by your Soul Power Level, Duke, your Blood Tiger Martial Soul is indeed much stronger than the Mutated White Tiger Martial Soul you had before. Every attack even carries a spiritual attack. In my lifetime, I should be able to see the day you become a Titled Douluo," Old Liu praised.

"It is normal for it to carry spiritual attacks. My senior said that because of its mutation, my Martial Soul inherently possessed a spiritual attribute, but it had always been hidden and could not be mobilized. Now that my Martial Soul has undergone its Second Awakening, this spiritual attribute has also been stimulated," Dai Luoli explained.

Sun Moon Empire, outskirts of Mingdu.

Fiend Forest.

On the branch of a great tree sat a scruffy-looking man. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, leaving mottled patches of light and shadow across his body.

The man guzzled fine wine while gnawing on a chicken leg, his face wearing an expression of sheer delight.

This man was none other than Xuan Zi.

These past few days, he had been evading the pursuit of the Sun Moon