To her left stood a burly man, his iron-tower frame looming like a wall. Veins knotted across his bare arms, and a massive, broad-bladed axe rested on his shoulder, its edge gleaming coldly.
At a glance, he was clearly a power attack system Soul Master. His Martial Soul must have been related to strength-most likely the massive axe on his shoulder.
On her right stood a gaunt man of modest height, his back slightly hunched and a short dagger clutched in each hand. He resembled a leopard poised to spring, his gaze sharp and icy.
He was an agility attack system Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was the pair of short daggers in his hands.
Seven spirit rings pulsed slowly beneath each of them, in the standard configuration of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Three seven-ring Soul Sages-a force that could not be underestimated anywhere.
Ning Chen swept his gaze over the three in turn. His expression remained unchanged, though he raised an eyebrow slightly. "Three Soul Sages, waiting here just for me?
"Who might have sent you? Surely you haven't come to drink tea and reminisce."
The woman chuckled, lightly brushing her fingertips over the ghost vine on her arm. There was a lazy note in her voice. "Little brother, don't blame your big sister for being cruel.
"If you must blame someone, blame yourself for following the wrong person and choosing the wrong side."
She stepped forward, her tone abruptly turning cold. "Cao Benqi! Today is the day you die!"
"The day I die?"
Ning Chen froze briefly at those words, then instinctively laughed.
Did they really think this was the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament?
Back then, under the eyes of the crowd, Ning Chen had been forced to restrain his power, not daring