"Stop jumping at every little thing. Didn't I tell you? The Martial Soul Sect is our friend," Feng Ling said, forcing herself to remain calm.
Since Ye Xishui had broken through to demigodhood with Qian Ran's help, that meant the other party bore the Holy Spirit Cult no ill will. As long as they did not maliciously stir up trouble, the other party probably would not attack the Holy Spirit Cult either.
However powerful the Martial Soul Sect was now, it could not possibly be as dominant as Spirit Hall had been ten thousand years ago.
Ten thousand years ago, hardly any Evil Soul Masters could be found across the entire continent. Under Spirit Hall's relentless pursuit, Evil Soul Masters had no soil in which to survive. Spirit Hall enjoyed the admiration of Soul Masters, and exterminating Evil Soul Masters was something it ought to do.
But now, the Martial Soul Sect had no need for prestige. If she were one of the Martial Soul Sect's powerhouses, she would certainly choose to leave in place a Holy Spirit Cult that posed little threat to it.
The Holy Spirit Cult could intimidate any other faction, while the Martial Soul Sect could keep the Holy Spirit Cult in check.
"Good thing I didn't go courting death." The look Zhang Peng gave Feng Ling immediately changed, filling with gratitude. So that was what Feng Ling's earlier warning had meant. With his strength, offending a powerhouse like that would have been a road to certain death.
"With a presence like that, she should at least be a Limit Douluo, right?" Zhang Peng asked somewhat uncertainly.
"She should be. Perhaps even stronger." Feng Ling thought that since Ye Xishui could enter the realm of demigods, the other party surely could as well.
Even as a