Was he threatening me?
After hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Yu Luomian froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Zhao Wuji, you're right. A Soul Douluo is human too. He can feel pain and get hurt, but..."
He paused, his smile abruptly vanishing as his gaze turned cold and fierce. "But those aren't things a Soul Saint can inflict."
He made no attempt to hide his disdain for Zhao Wuji and Flender.
It was as though he were saying, You think the likes of you are worthy of hurting me?
"A Soul Saint?"
Zhao Wuji smiled at Yu Luomian's words. "Heh, who isn't a Soul Douluo these days?"
Flender grew anxious and spoke from behind Zhao Wuji. "Old Zhao, what nonsense are you spouting? Did a fever fry your brain?"
"Hahaha!"
Yu Luomian, on the other hand, couldn't help roaring with laughter. "Zhao Wuji, how much counterfeit liquor did you drink? Are you hallucinating? Even Flender hasn't become a Soul Douluo, and you think you have?"
Was it really that funny? Zhao Wuji shook his head slightly and said nothing more.
Any words would have been hollow now. Strength alone was the best proof.
With a thought, powerful soul power surged out of his body, whipping his clothes like gust after gust of fierce wind.
Thud, thud, thud.
The powerful fluctuations of soul power forced Flender back several steps.
Yet he seemed not to notice. His eyes remained fixed on Zhao Wuji, his face filled with shock. "Such powerful soul power fluctuations... Old Zhao, he... he really became a Soul Douluo?"
"How could he have become a Soul Douluo?"
Even his voice trembled.
This wasn't jealousy, but bewilderment.
He knew Zhao Wuji's strength better than anyone. He had been a rank seventy-six Soul Saint, with a chance of reaching