The Saint Dragon Gate, on the outskirts of Star Luo City.
At that moment, the entire sect was silent as the grave. Every Soul Master below five rings in the Saint Dragon Gate lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to rise.
The Soul Masters with six rings or more were hardly any better off. Their standing bodies trembled under an immensely powerful pressure. At the very front stood none other than Zero, the four-ring bearer of the evil dragon martial soul.
She was only a Soul Ancestor, yet she withstood pressure beyond the Soul Emperor level. Although her face had turned deathly pale, she still earned considerable admiration from the old man seated in the place of honor.
"Excellent, excellent. To think Evil Dragon's sacrifice actually succeeded. Your evil dragon martial soul is of very high quality."
"You flatter me, Senior."
Zero endured the crushing pressure and forced the words out with difficulty, but her gaze remained resolute, and she spoke neither servilely nor arrogantly.
The speaker was an old man dressed in black. A small, black, tiger-head-shaped cloud floated behind him. The pressure emanated from that cloud, enveloping the entire Saint Dragon Gate.
His skin was dark, and his distinctive eyebrows sat at different heights. A large, black character for "king" marked his forehead.
His voice was booming, quite at odds with his small, thin frame. After hearing Zero's reply, that booming voice rang out again.
"I am the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng. Evil Dragon was a junior follower of mine."
"So you're the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Senior! I heard my master mention you!"
The Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng, seemed to have no intention of withdrawing his pressure, so Zero could only continue enduring it as she answered him.
"Evil Dragon mentioned me?" Zhang Peng laughed