"Given your strength, this isn't a wise choice."
The Nether Grand Duke stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji and said gravely, "Try it, and you might really die."
There was no attempt to disguise the threat in his voice.
Clearly, he thought nothing of Zhao Wuji.
"Everyone dies someday, and I, Zhao Wuji, am no exception. But I'm certain it won't be today."
Zhao Wuji met the Nether Grand Duke's gaze without the slightest fear. "I think you should worry about yourself, Duke."
"Are you threatening me?" The Nether Grand Duke burst out laughing. "Hahaha! You think you can?"
"That's right. I can!"
As Zhao Wuji's words fell, a powerful wave of soul power pressure erupted from him.
At the same time, his body swelled two sizes before stopping.
He became a towering, imposing figure.
By comparison, the Nether Grand Duke's thin frame looked tiny before Zhao Wuji.
But none of that mattered. What truly shocked the Nether Grand Duke were the soul rings around Zhao Wuji.
"Eight soul rings! A Soul Douluo!"
"To think your cultivation has actually reached the Soul Douluo realm, Zhao Wuji!"
Undisguised shock appeared on his face.
According to his intelligence, even if Zhao Wuji could become a Soul Douluo, it should have taken several more years...
"Well, Duke? Is Old Zhao's strength worthy of your notice now?"
Zhao Wuji asked calmly.
"Hmph! So what if you've become a Soul Douluo? My cultivation didn't blow in on the wind, either."
Detecting the mockery hidden in Zhao Wuji's voice, the Nether Grand Duke snorted and activated his Hell Spirit Cat martial soul. Eight soul rings appeared beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
With that done, he cupped his fists toward Zhao Wuji and said gravely, "Level eighty-five Agility Attack System Soul Douluo.