An exceptionally ugly smile spread across the King's face, its creased, withered skin looking utterly disgusting. A deep voice emanated from his throat, "Ye Chenfeng, you guessed correctly—my soul also does not belong to this era. To be frank, you have shocked me greatly once before. Although the strength of your soul force is weaker than Shadow's, you were able to dispose of Shadow without lifting a finger. This has piqued my curiosity indeed."
After his initial shock, Ye Chenfeng quickly composed himself. After all, his soul had also traversed from a world five hundred years in the future to this era. It was conceivable that there could be other soul transmigrants just like him in this world. However, he was very curious about what levels lay beyond the Tenth Level of soul force.
