"If I could reach the strength of a Titled Douluo, I could see everything he is experiencing through my martial soul. That would make this even more perfect." Watching Xiao Yan, whose eyes were tightly shut, Shi Nian sneered viciously. His gaze was icy, and his seventh soul ring kept flashing with dazzling black light.
In the shadows, two elderly men, one fat and one thin, were just about to intervene when they faintly sensed that something was wrong and withdrew again.
"A mere seven soul rings. Why court your own destruction?" Xiao Yan's calm voice suddenly rang through the forest without warning.
The sudden voice sent Shi Nian's expression shifting violently. He snapped his head up and discovered, with some terror, that the black-robed youth not far in front of him had actually opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
Xiao Yan's originally pitch-black eyes were now one black and one white, looking utterly eerie. At the sight, Shi Nian's gaze went blank.
"No, impossible! You're only a Soul King who has just passed level fifty. How could you break my seventh soul skill, Nightmare?" Shi Nian took a step back, his pupils contracting as he stared fixedly at Xiao Yan.
Having personally witnessed Xiao Yan take on the entire Shrek Team alone, Shi Nian was not foolish enough to consider him an ordinary Soul King when it came to combat strength.
"Heh, nothing is impossible in this world. What can a mere illusion do to me? Some people always like to put blind faith in themselves and think they're formidable. In reality, you're just like that idiot Tang San. You simply don't measure up."
Quietly watching Shi Nian ahead of him, Xiao Yan's expression gradually grew cold. He extended a finger and waved it from side to side before