With a thought, Gu Mingyuan withdrew the Soul Rope and dispelled the Blood Curse attached to Wang Yanfeng's wrist.
Wang Yanfeng lowered his head to look at the wound, which had finally stopped bleeding. After holding his tongue for a moment, he looked up at Gu Mingyuan.
"Are you an Evil Soul Master?"
"Then you should take that up with the evil Soul Beast that provided this Soul Ring."
Wang Yanfeng also realized he had been overly nervous-or rather, that he had wanted an excuse for losing.
"You won't get another chance next time."
Gu Mingyuan turned toward the edge of the arena. "That'll have to wait until next time."
Wang Yanfeng left the arena clutching his wrist. All around him, the elders leading the various sects began reassessing Wan Zhanghan, who stood on the platform.
Two Soul Rings.
That black scythe, the gloves, and the Dark Purple Short Boots on his feet-everything about their origins seemed strange, leaving everyone unable to fathom his true capabilities.
In the Body Sect's seating area, Yu Tao asked in his rough voice,
"Are all those pieces on him Soul Tools?"
Lang Ya shook his head. "They don't look like lifeless metal objects. They appeared together with his Soul Rings just now."
Both men turned toward Du Busi, seated between them. Du Busi's gaze lingered on Gu Mingyuan's right hand. Rather than rushing to a conclusion, he merely said,
"Keep watching."
The second Body Sect member to leap into the arena was Chen Lü, a Five-Ring Soul King.
Having watched the previous match from below, Chen Lü already had a plan.
His Martial Soul resided in his calves, and he excelled at darting around and unleashing explosive attacks. As long as he used his overwhelming speed to keep his distance and avoid those