Zhao Hai looked at Liu Yang's expression and suddenly laughed,"It seems that it's good to talk some nonsense. What you left with the devil race is not a soul plate. If I'm not wrong, they must have put something on you. If I kill you, that thing will disappear and the devil race will know that you're dead, right?"
Liu Yang's face turned extremely pale. He looked at Zhao Hai in horror, not knowing how Zhao Hai knew about this. After all, it was common practice in the cultivation world to let outsiders leave their soul plates in their sects, except for the extraterritorial race. No one knew about this, so how did Zhao Hai know?
