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"Wouldn't something this good be wasted in your hands?"

A voice drifted into the five men's ears.

The five landed on the ground and glared at the white-clad figure. No one would have been happy in their place. The prize had been within reach, only for someone to swoop in and snatch it.

Guo Chengming looked grim too, but he did not charge forward. The newcomer's Soul Power aura was only that of a Soul Ancestor, yet Guo did not dare act rashly.

What a joke. A Soul Ancestor had dared to barge into a battlefield of Soul Emperors and steal their prize! Who would believe there was no one backing him? If a Soul Douluo suddenly appeared—or even a Soul Saint—they were finished.

"Who are you?" the others demanded.

Yang Que blinked, looking curious. "Who am I? I'm the one who stole your prize. Do you really need to ask?"

The others fell silent.

Damn it, we know you stole our prize! We want to know who's backing you. If we weren't wary of your identity, we'd have hacked you apart already.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Que smiled and said nothing. This suited him just fine.

He had used Thunderclap Sword Shadow Steps to get here, afraid they would finish fighting and carry off the Soul Bone before he arrived. He had made it in time, but Huang Dabiao had not. Despite his higher level, Huang Dabiao could not match Yang Que's speed.

A standoff was perfect. The longer he stalled, the more time Huang Dabiao had to arrive.

Why not turn and run? Nonsense. Their eyes practically blazed with the desire to swallow him whole. He would bet that if he so much as twitched, they would stop caring who backed him and kill him on the spot.