Ye Yulin landed on the Competition Platform, looking at Chen Ping before him with a complicated gaze.
He suddenly felt an urge to control the Sun Moon Divine Needle hovering high in the heavens and destroy this fellow before he could fully mature.
A genius Soul Engineer and a genius Evil Soul Master-his future would be limitless.
The Holy Spirit Cult had indeed lost seven geniuses, but how could any of them compare to the person before him?
If this person represented the Holy Spirit Cult in the Soul Master Tournament, even that Chen Ping from Shrek probably would not be able to slay him, would he?
The Giant Rotten Flesh Slime he had summoned was not much smaller than the Light Dragon that Chen Ping had summoned!
But no matter how badly he wanted to eliminate Chen Ping once and for all, he ultimately did not dare do it.
With five Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Masters below watching like tigers eyeing their prey, there was far too little he could do. Since he could not even protect Ye Guyi, who had the potential to threaten the entire Holy Spirit Cult in the future, he naturally did not dare attack Chen Ping either.
"Cai Xukun of the Xishui Alliance wins." Ye Yulin's complicated gaze finally returned to normal as he announced the final result with some difficulty.
When this result was announced, however, the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and the Ordinary Alliance, who should have been thoroughly displeased, were as silent as cicadas in winter. Not a single person stepped forward to offer even a slight objection.
How could the abilities Chen Ping had displayed not terrify them?
What terrified them was not Chen Ping on the platform, but the five great Evil Soul Masters standing ominously below, no longer