The newly arrived Er Ming was slightly stunned when he saw the Silver Dragon King, then grinned and thumped his chest.
"Ning Bei, is this woman our enemy this time? Leave her to me."
Ning Bei helplessly rubbed his forehead, at a loss for what to say about this blockhead.
Compared with Er Ming, Da Ming appeared much steadier. After staring at the Silver Dragon King, who revealed not the slightest trace of aura, for a moment, he reached out to stop Er Ming as the latter stepped forward. Although the woman had not revealed her aura, Da Ming felt that merely standing there quietly, she brought him immense pressure. That pressure came from deep within his bloodline.
"What is it, Da Ming?"
"Don't act rashly. She isn't simple."
"Hm? A human this skinny? One punch from me and I can make her crawl."
"Bang."
The moment Er Ming's confident declaration left his mouth, a terrifying pressure swept over them. The floor instantly caved in, and at the center of the pit lay Er Ming, unable to move.
"Wh-what happened?"
Seeing Er Ming suffer a setback, the other soul beast companions warily assumed battle stances. The woman before them was powerful—the aura she had just released told them that much.
Compared with the way the other beasts faced a formidable enemy, Da Ming looked far more pathetic. His entire body was trembling. One had to know that after breaking through to three hundred thousand years of cultivation, even Di Tian could not give him this feeling. This was trembling that came from the depths of his soul.
"Wh-who exactly are you?"
The Silver Dragon King ignored Da Ming and swept her gaze across all the Beasts. Their cultivation levels were revealed without exception beneath those deep purple eyes.
"Not bad.