"Xiaotao!" Jiang Hai called in a low voice after killing the Soul Emperor leading the group.
Ma Xiaotao nodded. The phoenix divine fire on Jiang Hai returned to her, and even more dazzling divine fire erupted from her body. Seven soul rings-two yellow, two purple, and three black-flew out in succession as she soared into the sky, streaking like a fiery meteor toward the Flying-Type Soul King who had fled in panic the instant his leader died.
"A Seven-Ring Soul Sage! How is that possible?" The Flying-Type Soul King glanced back in panic, only to see a sight that plunged him into despair. The stunning woman who had stood there watching the battle all along was actually a seven-ring Soul Saint. They had never had any hope from the very beginning. A trace of despair appeared in his eyes before he was reduced to ash in the Phoenix Flame.
Meanwhile, Jiang Hai had already collected all the bodies. His martial soul and soul rings disappeared, and the seven flying swords returned to the Bronze Coffin. One Soul Emperor's corpse and four Soul Kings' corpses-regardless of their actual strength, they were an enormous haul for him.
Watching the Flying-Type Soul King crumble to ash in the flames, a flicker of regret crossed Jiang Hai's eyes.
"Xiaotao, what happened?" Elder Lin came speeding over, just in time to see the Flying-Type Soul King turn to ash in the flames. He landed beside Ma Xiaotao, glanced at the scorched ground, and asked.
"Nothing much," Ma Xiaotao said. "We just ran into a few Soul Masters trying to ambush and kill us. I took care of them while I was at it."
"Ambush you?" After glancing at Ma Xiaotao's seven soul rings and scorching flames, Elder Lin turned his gaze to Jiang Hai. Clearly,