"Human, were you waiting for me?"
Alba fell silent for a moment before asking in a low voice.
He felt unable to see through the human youth before him.
Yet if he called him strong, he lacked the imposing presence of that blond man in Spirit City who could summon a Six-Winged Angel and wield divine power. But if he called him weak, he still sensed an inexplicable danger from him.
Qin Xiao curled his lip. "Isn't that obvious? I've been waiting here for ages. I was almost asleep before you finally showed up."
"Hahaha, does everyone think they can toy with me now?"
Alba suddenly laughed. "Your soul still smells fresh, without any trace of contamination. You must be very young, right?"
Qin Xiao nodded. "Twenty, at most."
"Twenty?" Alba froze for a moment. "What can a twenty-year-old human do? You're only a little stronger than a three-headed hellhound. Aren't you courting death?"
He had been using his powerful mental power to monitor Qin Xiao's condition, and it was easy to tell that his soul had not fluctuated in the slightest when he spoke.
In other words, it was all true.
But that only astonished him further. Was something wrong with this human's head?
"Enough. Stop wasting words. I have one question for you. Answer it, and I'll give you a quick death."
Qin Xiao had no patience left for this. With a thought, nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
"Wait, you're actually a Titled Douluo?"
Alba's pupils suddenly contracted.
After devouring the souls of several relatively powerful humans, he had learned quite a bit about the Soul Master ranks on the Douluo Continent.
Nine rings marked the pinnacle of Soul Masters.
According to the memories he had acquired, humans needed at least thirty to fifty years