Slaying a Soul Emperor

Xie’s Father's words had been final, but Li Qingyue paid them no mind.

He had saved Xie’s Mother only because of Xie Xie. He had never expected anything in return from the Xie Family.

After all, it would have been stranger for someone from a family like that to show loyalty or gratitude.

Most of them would turn their backs on you the moment it suited them.

Li Qingyue had met plenty of people like that, so he felt little about it.

That was why he had never placed his hopes in the Xie Family.

Either Leng Yaozhu or Mu Chen could have helped him solve the problem.

But he had not troubled either of those seniors.

As for Guangbiao, that so-called Six-Ring Soul Emperor—frankly, he was at the very bottom of his rank.

If Wu Changkong stood at the peak of Six-Ring Soul Emperors, Guangbiao was among the worst.

Wu Changkong's Martial Soul was immensely powerful. He also possessed Two-Word Battle Armor and the support of several Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Guangbiao, despite reaching the Soul Emperor level, had only one black Soul Ring.

His equipment was as poor as it got. People talked about defeating opponents above their level because of people like him.

Leng Xiaoyue, Leng Yaozhu's personal attendant, was only a Soul King, but her own setup was far from weak.

She did not have the Fire Sparrow, the Leng Family's inherited Soul Spirit.

But every Soul Spirit she had was top-tier.

Her Soul Rings generally started at a thousand years old.

Naturally, Leng Xiaoyue had no reason to fear Guangbiao.

A Six-Ring Soul Emperor like Wu Changkong would have been another matter. Against him, Leng Xiaoyue could not be confident.

If she fought Wu Changkong to the death, she might have to die a