Ye Qing's cold words echoed across the empty sky, and the Demon Soul Bone Shark King abruptly let out a soul roar carrying a powerful Spiritual Shock.
"Roaaar-"
The already terrifying dark clouds suddenly expanded countless times over, as though they would drag all of heaven and earth into a domain of darkness. Wang Xian'er was instantly driven back dozens of meters by that imposing aura.
So this is... the gap between me and a Limit Douluo... Wang Xian'er raised her head with difficulty, her expression complicated.
More importantly, the moment the Demon Soul Bone Shark King revealed its true form, she understood that the Limit Douluo before her was actually an Evil Soul Master!
That hideous skull and that cold, dark aura were unmistakably the standard hallmarks of an Evil Soul Master on the Douluo Continent in this era.
But did they dare condemn Ye Qing?
No!
Wang Xian'er, along with the seven or eight Titled Douluo behind her led by Xu Jiawei, normally stood high above the mortal world and looked down upon it. Now, however, they were as silent as cicadas in the cold.
Their earlier claim that "he might not be able to kill us all before exhausting his Soul Power" had become a complete joke. Who didn't know how bizarre an Evil Soul Master's methods were, or that they excelled at sustaining themselves through battle?
He only needed to kill one of them to replenish a vast amount of Soul Power instantly. Perhaps, after killing them all, not only would he not be depleted, but he would grow stronger with every kill.
Sworn enemies of Evil Soul Masters, unable to share the same sky?
What a joke.
That depended on what kind of Evil Soul Master they were facing.
Before Ye Qing, all they wanted