As Michelle observed grace licking her lips, she turned her attention towards the fighting stage, shaking her head in disbelief. asking grace , "What do you think of this fight?"
"He will win," she replied confidently.
"Are you certain? The other boy is employing some exceptionally dangerous techniques."
"Yes, can't you see? His soul power is astonishingly potent. It surprises me that he is so focused on cultivating his soul, especially considering how challenging it is to enhance one's soul strength. Yet, he has managed to develop it to this remarkable level. He is undeniably talented and poses a significant threat."
It seems is to your kind and heavens.
She remained unresponsive to her comments, contemplating the implications of his abilities and the potential consequences for her kind and the heavens above.
After several intense minutes of clashing swords, Drake paused to look at Hector, a confident smile spreading across his face.
"You should be proud of yourself, brat," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "But this is where your journey ends."
He turned to the crowd, their voices rising in a chorus of adulation, chanting his name in fervent praise. "Should I judge him for his sins?" he pondered aloud, and the crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Returning his gaze to Hector, he continued, "The crowd demands that I deliver judgment upon your wretched soul."
With a swift motion, he commanded,
brat wither away.
Instantly, dark lightning surged from his fingertips, racing toward Hector. As the crackling energy entered Hector's body, it seemed poised to consume him entirely. Yet, to Drake's astonishment, nothing happened. He stood there, bewildered.
"Are you astonished, Drake?" laughter escape from his lips.
Drake realizing the gravity of the situation. He understood that he could not wield that particular power again; to do so would mean the destruction of both his soul and body. In a moment of desperation, he unleashed all his spiritual energy toward Hector, determined to finish the fight with his bare hands. He charged forward, but was abruptly halted mid-stride by a bolt of blue lightning that struck at his very soul core. As the electric force coursed through him,
Drake screamed in agony, writhing on the floor in pain unlike anything he had ever experienced the pain was exercess .
The crowd was astonished; low-level cultivators were confused, asking what had happened.
Powerful figures around were equally shocked, wondering how Hector had used his soul power to inflict such a severe wound on someone of a higher realm above him such intense soul wound .
This was a feat typically seen only among elite cultivators in the central zone. Soul attack techniques are rare, held closely by only few powerful figures , so how could a mere body-strength cultivator possess such powerful technique? Many began to eye Hector with predatory interest, eager to uncover what other secrets he might be hiding.
As he approached Drake, he placed his hand firmly on his forehead, and in an instant, Drake's cultivation began to wane dramatically.
The sight of this unfolding before him left Drake's eyes wide with disbelief.
"What have you done to me, you insolent brat?"
he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of anger and fear.
"You still have the audacity to speak? Don't worry; by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to end your suffering."
As he removed his hand from Drake's forehead, the young man's complexion turned pale , a clear indication of the toll it had taken on him.
Just then, four senior figures rushed to Hector's side, their presence imposing as they unleashed their energy in a powerful wave.
The force of it sent Hector crashing to the ground, blood trickling from his nose, ears, and mouth, a stark reminder of the consequences of Hector in abulity to recognize that the main trait lie on this individuals .