Fifth update)
"Young man, I have to say, you are exceptional. So exceptional that even this old man is amazed. You are the most outstanding genius I have seen in all my years."
Shi Nian stared at Yang Ming, a terrifying gleam flashing in his eyes. If he had to put it into words, it was a twisted light, as though personally slaughtering a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius could bring him some sort of pleasure. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice carrying a trace of coldness as he said:
"I wonder what kind of screams a genius like you will make when you suffer this old man's beating later? I truly cannot wait."
Shi Nian smiled. The wrinkles on his face looked deep enough to crush flies, while cold light flickered in his sinister eyes.
Shi Nian was not merely babbling. In truth, he was buying time to unleash his soul skill, while also patching up the flaws caused by Yang Ming disrupting his illusion.
It had to be said that anyone capable of becoming a Soul Saint had some real tricks up their sleeve. Their strength could not be underestimated.
Yang Ming's gaze flashed. Rings of golden ripples spread through the space behind him, and Weapon Martial Souls shot out one after another like cannonballs.
Strangely, those Weapon Martial Souls were not merely launched toward Shi Nian's figure before him. They also shot off in different directions throughout the illusion.
Bang!
Light and shadows flickered. A Weapon Martial Soul flashed and vanished, smoothly sinking into Shi Nian's chest before him. Yet it caused no injury, and not a drop of blood flowed. The Weapon Martial Soul seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing right before Yang Ming's eyes.
Yang Ming was not surprised by this.
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