Upon the arena.
Li Xinghui was almost insane, an increasingly clear shadow began to appear behind him.
That was a White Tiger, completely white in color, but it seemed somewhat faint, definitely not a shadow made of Gang Qi because it looked much more real.
"That kid actually resorted to using his Broken Martial Soul, it seems he truly had no other choice," someone commented.
The young men from Baiyun Capital showed expressions of astonishment.
They had initially believed that Li Xinghui could defeat Ling Xiao, but in the last moments, Li Xinghui even resorted to using a ten percent complete Broken Martial Soul—White Tiger Remnant Soul.
"However, with the White Tiger Remnant Soul revealed, that fellow named Ling Xiao is truly done for."
"But haven't you noticed? Ling Xiao doesn't even show the slightest hint of fear or astonishment, could he have known from the start that Li Xinghui possessed a Broken Martial Soul?"
"How could that be possible?"
