Dai Mubai's attitude was already perfectly clear: Zhu Zhuqing, I'm giving you face. Don't go looking for trouble and throw it away.
The dagger embedded in the ground suddenly moved on its own. After trembling repeatedly, it turned into a streak of cold light and flew into Zhu Zhuqing's right hand. She had just mastered the third minor stage of spiritual power: object control.
"Zhu Zhuqing. Martial soul: Sun-Shooting Bow. Soul power: rank thirty-four. Long-range attack system Battle Soul Master!"
A small longbow shimmering with golden light appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's right hand. It rapidly grew larger, and she gave it a gentle pull with both hands.
In an instant, Zhu Zhuqing drew the bowstring fully taut, and an arrow condensed from soul power appeared on it.
Dai Mubai was instantly dumbfounded. What kind of martial soul was this???
Wasn't the Hell Spirit Cat Family's martial soul the Hell Spirit Cat? Even if it mutated, it should still be a cat, right? How could it turn into a longbow? That made no sense!
Dai Mubai looked as though he had suffered endless humiliation. In an icy voice, he demanded loudly, "Your martial soul mutated?"
Without the Nether Civet martial soul, Zhu Zhuqing would be utterly useless. Why would he, Dai Mubai, want a woman like that? He could have beautiful women to play with every day.
"Dai Mubai. Martial soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger. Soul power: rank thirty-seven. Power attack system Battle Soul Master!"
White light appeared once more as Dai Mubai activated martial soul possession again. That ugly, savage face appeared before Zhu Zhuqing and the other two once more.
Three brilliant rings rose from beneath his feet in succession. As the soul rings revolved, surging soul power formed a wave-like pressure that crashed straight toward the three of them.