The silver-robed elder from the Duanmu family roared, his voice shaking the entire White Tiger Hall.
Everyone who heard that was shocked beyond words. Their eyes widened as they stared at the giant Silver Wolf above Lu Ming's head.
Heavens, this was actually the soul of a Demon King?
Everyone gasped in shock.
A Demon King! What kind of existence was that? If he was still alive, he would be able to destroy a sect like the mystical sword sect.
It was extremely powerful. With a wave of its hand, it could cut off a Great River, split a mountain, and had the power to destroy the world.
How did Lu Ming obtain the soul of such an existence?
"Lu Ming, do you want to merge the Demon King's soul? You're crazy, you're courting death. How can you fuse with the soul of the monster King?"
The silver-robed elder roared.
"Melt!"
However, Lu Ming's gaze was extremely firm as he softly spat out one word.
OWW!
