Outside the Heavenly Ladder, the Four Heavenly Kings' expressions abruptly changed. They could sense ten surges of Earth Tier soul pressure gathering at the summit, all targeting Jun Wangchen.
"Have these ten bastards no shame?" The Cold Heavenly King's eyes turned icy with anger.
Soul pressure was terrifying, especially to those weaker than the person wielding it. It was nothing short of a nightmare. If its target could not withstand it, their soul could shatter, killing them on the spot. And at the summit, there were ten Earth Tier martial artists unleashing their soul pressure at once.
At that thought, the Cold Heavenly King prepared to teleport over and put a stop to it.
But what happened next left him dumbfounded.
Jun Wangchen, whose soul they had expected to be shattered by the soul pressure of ten Earth Tier martial artists, looked completely unaffected.
The ten Earth Tier martial artists, on the other hand, had sweat covering their foreheads and pale faces, as though they had seen a ghost.
What... was going on?
Applied to someone with a weak soul, soul pressure could instantly shatter their soul and kill them outright.
Even those with somewhat stronger souls would be injured by the clash between souls, turning pale and breaking out in sweat.
A one-on-one clash of souls could already cause such devastation, let alone ten against one. And this was the soul pressure of ten Earth Tier martial artists against a single Peak Black Tier martial artist.
Yet even under such terrifying soul pressure, Jun Wangchen showed no signs of injury whatsoever. He remained relaxed and utterly at ease. He was an absolute monster!
While the Cold Heavenly King and the others stared in astonishment, the ten Earth Tier martial artists at the summit were suffering in silence. For some