Facing the Dragon Emperor Douluo's fathomless gaze, Chen Ping said, "This is the light of sacred law. However faint it may be, however fleeting, it is still holy divine light, capable of dispelling darkness, purifying, and cleansing souls."
Yes, that was the power of purification, the bane of all power of the soul. No matter what kind of soul it was, once it lost its original body, it would inevitably tremble and scatter before the power of purification.
Chen Ping himself did not possess the light attribute, but his spiritual power was already strong enough.
With the incantation Electrolux had taught him, temporarily wielding the power of light was naturally possible.
"Interesting. So this is an effect of that soul spirit you mentioned? It lets a soul master without the power of light unleash the power of the ultimate light attribute?"
Long Xiaoyao had clearly guessed in the wrong direction, but Chen Ping merely smiled. "Elder Long, answering that question of yours costs extra."
"Hahahaha!" At those words, Long Xiaoyao burst into laughter.
"Well, well! Costs extra, does it? Damn it, are you really Mu En's closed-door disciple?"
"That habit of reaching out for money from beneath your coffin couldn't have come from Mu En, could it? I remember that old fellow being quite generous."
Long Xiaoyao laughed for a while. Chen Ping and Yan Shaozhe were doing fine, but Qian Duoduo was already drenched in sweat.
Long Xiaoyao had a very accurate grasp of Mu En's temperament. After all, the two of them had once traveled the continent together, and he knew perfectly well that Mu En was not remotely stingy.
Moreover, Long Xiaoyao was indeed right. After Chen Ping finished competing in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, Mu En had promised to reward him with a Hundred