Qi Ji stood on the turbulent sea as though he could not feel the slightest rocking beneath him.
His feet rested on the crests of the waves, and the water beneath them stilled the instant he stepped down, as if even the sea dared not churn in his presence.
It was a suppression born of his very level of existence. Even the unconscious seawater instinctively yielded.
As for Chen Xinjie, whose martial soul was the Vast Sea, he had calmed the water around him even further, leaving not a single ripple in that stretch of sea.
Two powerhouses at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World stood facing each other. One was old but remained as unfathomable as the ocean; the other was young, yet already showed the might to swallow the heavens.
The sea breeze passed between them, whipping up fine sprays that scattered into golden flecks of light beneath the sun.
"I hear you're the strongest Temple Master in the War God Temple's history, Temple Master Chen?" Qi Ji asked, a hint of casual probing in his voice.
His voice was not loud, yet it cut clearly through the howling sea wind and reached Chen Xinjie's ears.
That was actually perfectly normal. It was not just the War God Temple; the leaders of almost every organization were the strongest their organizations had ever seen.
The fundamental reason for that was the emergence of Divine Craftsmen and four-word Battle Armor.
Each generation of Temple Masters advanced further on the foundations laid by their predecessors. Divine Craftsmen's skills accumulated over generations, and Battle Armor craftsmanship improved by the day. Naturally, each generation grew stronger than the last.
Of course... those who had truly become gods were another matter. Beings who had transcended mortality did not belong in that comparison.
Existences