Elsewhere.
With a flash of bloody light, a figure appeared beside Yu Xiaogang without warning.
"You must be the Yu Xiaogang the Worshipper mentioned?"
The Demon Blood Soul Master's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"A mere Soul Emperor, yet that last strike was rather interesting."
Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted slightly, and a ring of air instantly exploded beneath his feet!
"Shave!"
As he darted aside, he spun sharply and swept out a whipping kick!
"Storm Leg!"
A razor-sharp, crescent-shaped slash tore through the air, instantly cleaving a boulder ahead in two!
Yet the blood-colored figure had already disappeared.
"Not bad at all."
The voice came from overhead.
The Demon Blood Soul Master hovered in midair, looking down at Yu Xiaogang with some surprise in his eyes.
"With those reactions and that strength of Soul Power... even an ordinary Soul Douluo probably wouldn't be your match, would they?"
"No wonder the Worshipper specifically instructed us to bring this man back alive. There really are some things worth studying."
"But this is as far as you go!"
He slowly raised his hand. Dark red beads of blood hovered above his palm, and the bloody stench around him immediately thickened.
"Unfortunately, those little tricks won't bridge the gap between you and me."
Yu Xiaogang looked up at him, but his expression gradually calmed.
"Is that so?"
"I don't think so!"
As his words fell, brilliant golden light suddenly erupted around him!
The light held an exceptionally pure, sacred aura, instantly dispersing the blood mist lingering around them!
"Ah!"
The Demon Blood Soul Master's expression changed abruptly. The blood beads in his palm evaporated one after another, and even his body began giving off wisps of black smoke as the golden light scorched him!
He jerked backward, staring at the center of the