Chen Zhan Came Calling, with an Air Almost Like Sword Douluo's

Su Yuntao stepped out of the competitors' passage and looked up at the sky. The last glow of sunset was fading into a pale gray-blue horizon. Night was nearly upon him, and he had no intention of lingering. He turned and headed briskly toward the inn.

"Wait."

A somewhat familiar voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.

Su Yuntao turned. To his surprise, the speaker was the middle-aged man who had helped him register.

"You?"

Su Yuntao was baffled. He had made it perfectly clear last time that he would not join the army. Why had the man come looking for him again?

The scarlet gleam in the man's eyes had not faded. If anything, it had deepened, carrying a viciousness that set Su Yuntao on edge.

"You're Lone Wolf, right? I want you as my disciple."

The offer came out of nowhere. Meeting those scarlet eyes, Su Yuntao grew wary. Could this man be a Fallen Soul Master?

"Why should I take you as my master? What could you teach me? I'm a Soul Master under the First Prince. Don't try anything."

Even as he warned the man, Su Yuntao quietly gathered his Soul Power, ready to unleash it and get away. He was no fool. The man was a Soul Master from the Great Soul Arena himself. After watching so many of Su Yuntao's Soul Fighting matches, he still dared to approach him. He must have been confident of winning. Su Yuntao's best bet was to retreat.

"What can I teach you? Good question. Watch."

A cruel smile crossed the middle-aged man's face. A fearsome long blade appeared in his hand, and he slashed through the air. In an instant, Su Yuntao's surroundings changed. Before him lay a battlefield piled with corpses and drenched in blood. The