"Senior Long, will you accept it if I take the remaining two moves in Elder Xuan's place?"
"My soul power is only at level forty-eight, but I am Elder Mu's closed-door disciple. Receiving your instruction would be a blessing."
The next moment, Chen Ping took a resolute step forward, putting his own body in front of Elder Xuan.
"Chen Ping, have you lost your mind?!"
Almost instantly, Elder Xuan, Qian Duoduo, and Yan Shaozhe all tried to pull Chen Ping back.
Even Elder Xuan had been left in such a sorry state by that single jab of Long Xiaoyao's finger, let alone Chen Ping, a tiny level-forty-eight Soul Ancestor who could hardly have been more insignificant!
To put it bluntly, Long Xiaoyao could have breathed in and blown over a hundred Soul Masters of Chen Ping's cultivation to death!
"Hahahahahaha! You slippery brat. Crafty! Crafty!"
At Chen Ping's words, Long Xiaoyao let out earth-shaking laughter. The terrifying sound waves in that aged laughter alone made Chen Ping feel his internal organs vibrating along with them.
Had his physical strength not already been on par with an ordinary Seven-Ring Soul Sage's, Long Xiaoyao's unrestrained laughter after his Martial Soul Possession would probably have shaken him straight to his knees.
"Hmm? A little interesting."
Only when he saw that his laughter had not knocked Chen Ping unconscious on the spot did Long Xiaoyao truly begin to give him a proper look.
"As expected of Mu En's closed-door disciple. His eye is indeed good. Even I didn't have such a monstrous physique when I was at your level."
As he spoke, Long Xiaoyao lightly rested his fully dragon-transformed right arm on Chen Ping's shoulder, squeezing his firm, full muscles again and again, his eyes filled with envy.
"Mu En has a good eye.