"What? Your Soul Power is also at level eighteen?"
Hearing Yao Xuan's words, Xie Xie's eyes revealed a hint of surprise before he asked in return.
"Yeah. What, just because you're level eighteen means I can't be level eighteen too?"
Yao Xuan stood with his hands at his sides and calmly returned the question.
"Hmph, level eighteen it is! Yao Xuan, let me tell you, people are different. Don't think that just because your Soul Power Level is the same as mine, you can beat me! Hey, are you ready?"
By then, Xie Xie had retreated to the other side of the Combat Room. Hearing Yao Xuan's words, he snorted coldly before speaking confidently.
"What a coincidence, Xie Xie. That's exactly what I wanted to say! I'm ready. Let's begin!"
Yao Xuan's gaze grew several degrees more focused as he looked at Xie Xie from afar and spoke.
"Good! I'll show you what a real gap looks like! Take this!"
The moment his words fell, Xie Xie pushed off with his right foot and suddenly accelerated. His body shot from its original position like an arrow, racing toward Yao Xuan.
As he charged, a faint yellow glow flashed across Xie Xie's body. Immediately afterward, his right hand twisted sharply.
With Xie Xie's movement, a roughly forty-centimeter-long yellow dagger flickering with cold light suddenly appeared. At the same time, it released a faint Dragon's Roar that echoed through the Combat Room.
"Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul, possess!"
Seeing Xie Xie rush toward him, Yao Xuan stepped forward and silently activated his Soul Power. Strands of Nine-Colored Radiance gathered around him, condensing into the form of the Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul.
The next moment, at Yao Xuan's command, the Ancestral Dragon gave a soft roar and soared into the sky.
After reaching its