"How can the two demons I killed be compared to the Balrog Flame Demon?" Muria, surrounded by a hurricane, landed in front of Atrean and smiled humbly, "Both of them together are not enough for the Balrog Flame Demon to slap."
"Now you are only at Golden Rank Five, but you already can kill the Third Tier Soul-intent Demon. I am already at the Soul Intent Fourth Tier and killing a Balrog Flame Demon is only crossing one tier, can't compare to you." Atrean looked at Muria with a face full of sigh, a face full of emotion.
"Golden Rank Five?" Muria touched her nose, at her feet faintly appeared eighteen intricate and complicated Soul Intent Circles shadows, but these shadows only appeared for a moment, then disappeared, she could not maintain for a long time.
"Soul Intent Circle!" Atrean, looking at Muria's fleeting Soul-intent Circles at her feet, showed a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
