Xixi sat on the ground, staring straight at Chen Xiaojun, her eyes full of curiosity and puzzlement.
She could not help asking, "What's going on with your martial soul?"
"You saw it yourself. My third soul skill is a triple strike with both water and fire attributes. I reckon it came from the Disaster Fish's Water-Slapping Glide and those Water-Fire Twin Fish combining with my martial soul. It also has a slight defense-breaking effect."
"Good analysis, but that wasn't what I asked!" Xixi knitted her brows, looking rather displeased. "I meant your martial soul! You're clearly not a wielder of the Seven Kill Sword, so yours must be a mutation, right? But this is already your third sword!"
Chen Xiaojun caught on. He had misunderstood her question. "My martial soul is indeed a mutation. It's a sword-type set martial soul."
"A set martial soul?! Then how many swords do you actually have? Don't tell me it's nine?"
Set martial souls were exceedingly rare, as scarce throughout history as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, but Xixi knew of them and had heard them mentioned.
Seeing Xixi's serious expression, Chen Xiaojun could not help laughing. "Take a guess," he said, deliberately acting mysterious.
Xixi felt that if she spent much longer around Chen Xiaojun, he would surely infuriate her to death. After all, she held an exalted position on Sea God Island. Everyone else answered whatever she asked, unless they were deliberately trying to mess with her.
Yet this Chen Xiaojun kept making her guess. He was truly maddening.
Still, despite her displeasure, Xixi had to admit that Chen Xiaojun was very strong.
That only made her more curious about him. Just how many secrets were still waiting for her to uncover?
Suddenly, a powerful surge of killing intent swept toward Chen