An incredibly solemn Divine Soul Aura suddenly soared from Huaa Wushuang, and then disappeared.
"Ye Zhen, do you really think that with your Divine Soul Cultivation, you can hurt me? Or perhaps, you think I, Huaa Wushuang, would stumble over the same stone twice?"
Perfectly intercepting Ye Zhen's Soul Thorn, Huaa Wushuang casually faced Ye Zhen's Wind Cloud Sword Technique, with a slight taunt curling at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Zhen smiled disconcertedly, a mysterious gleam flashing in his eyes. His Wind Cloud Sword Technique, brought nearly to perfection through cultivation, was driven to its extreme by Ye Zhen.
Ye Zhen was not foolish. He was acutely aware of how terrifying Caiyi's Divine Soul Power was. That Huaa Wushuang could withstand a Divine Soul Attack from Caiyi and not die definitely meant one thing—Huaa Wushuang's Divine Soul Cultivation was not much weaker.
