One could only say that these were the extraordinary senses unique to Evil Soul Masters.
When he noticed the smell of blood in the Water Prison from Wang Dong and Wu Feng killing those Evil Soul Masters, Nether Thunder Douluo truly grew a little wary.
Seeing only three Evil Soul Masters scattering Soul-Extinguishing Powder, Nether Thunder Douluo instinctively barked a question.
"What are you yelling about?" Chen Ping twisted his head to a decidedly uncanny angle, turning his entire face upside down as he stared at Nether Thunder Douluo, showing not the slightest respect for a Titled Douluo.
"Did you think I didn't hear what you were saying about me this morning?"
At Chen Ping's words, Nether Thunder Douluo, who had gossiped about Wu Yun that morning, immediately changed expression, but his suspicions of Chen Ping actually diminished.
In his memory, Wu Yun really was this abnormal.
"I'm asking where the rest of those Evil Soul Masters went."
Nether Thunder Douluo did not answer Chen Ping's question directly, instead steering the conversation back to his original question.
"They're on leave. With so few people here, do we need that many guards?"
"As for what's-his-name, he was cozying up to you behind my back, so I gave him a beating. He went back to recover. Anything else?"
Chen Ping now seemed to have completely lost any desire to continue talking to the Third Elder. Tilting his head, he simply closed his eyes.
Nether Thunder Douluo snorted coldly. Unwilling to quibble with a brainless Evil Soul Master like Wu Yun who only cared about pleasure, he took a long stride over Chen Ping, walked to Wang Dong's side, and dipped a finger into the Soul-Extinguishing Powder.
Only after confirming that the Soul-Extinguishing Powder all three were scattering inside was genuine did Nether