The purple-robed Divine Soul trembled violently. Deep resentment condensed into dark red threads visible to the naked eye, writhing wildly around it.
The aura it unleashed at that moment sent a chill through all the Kings.
Beneath its robe, every scarlet eyeball locked onto Jiang Chen.
"Arrogant fool! Provoking a King-Level Divine Soul is courting death!"
"Even if he survives by some stroke of luck, he'll be left with an eternal curse and never know peace for the rest of his life!"
The Church's two Red Cardinals sneered.
"Jiang Chen, you..." Even the King of Equality sighed. "You were too rash."
He knew how powerful Jiang Chen was, but Divine Souls were far too unusual, full of strange and unknown qualities.
What had happened to the Church's white-robed priest was still fresh in everyone's minds. Many of the Kings could tell that the young man, whose future had once looked so bright, was probably ruined for the rest of his life by the goat's head eating away at him from his back.
"Idiot!"
Zhang Jiu, the leading disciple of this generation of the Talisman Gate-the middle-aged man who had drawn out the purple-robed Divine Soul-also turned and shot Jiang Chen a resentful look before swiftly retreating.
"Why run, Brother Zhang? It's just a surviving follower of the Abyssal Serpent God. With our strength, wouldn't killing it be easy?"
Jiang Chen hurried after him. Though he was only a Three-Step King, using just a little of Somersault Cloud's power would probably let him stick doggedly to an Eight-Step King.
"Who the fuck is your brother? Get lost!"
Zhang Jiu's expression turned cold, and he casually struck out with his palm. But the instant he looked back, his eyes went wide.
The purple-robed Divine Soul had already attacked. Those scarlet eyeballs shot