An Chen held a pot up in one hand and carried a black, flaming heavy sword in the other.
He watched the man before him warily.
His face was somewhat pale, and he hurriedly shrank his domain from a ten-meter radius to roughly three meters.
Normally, a Soul Master's Fifth Soul Skill should not have been a domain-type skill, yet his had given him an embryonic domain. Even in its embryonic form, it consumed far more power than an ordinary soul skill.
Watching the old man before him, who seemed utterly incapable of fighting, An Chen set the iron pot beside his feet, then gripped the sword's hilt with both hands.
"Who are you, Your Excellency?"
As though he had not heard him, the old man raised the scythe mask in his hand and put it on. His eyes shone as if he were examining something extraordinary.
Seeing that the man ignored him, An Chen slowly crouched down and tucked the iron pot beneath his arm. Then he dismissed his massive sword and the surrounding domain, turned, and ran.
Both his soul power and spirituality were like lamps with their oil burned dry. Unable to use any abilities, he could only rely on his physical body.
But before An Chen had fled more than a few steps, an earthen wall rose out of thin air in front of him.
Without looking back, An Chen changed direction.
Unfortunately, yellowish-brown earthen walls began appearing everywhere else as well.
He glanced upward, only to find the sky abruptly darkening as a rock that had suddenly appeared blocked it out.
An Chen had nowhere left to run.
He turned around and found the old man nearby still wearing the mask, his posture almost exactly as it had been before.
Only one of his fingers