The corners of Zhuge Junxiong's mouth, constantly bleeding, fixed his gaze on Wang Ruoxie.
He knew, today he had really fallen. Although this brat only had a Sixth Layer Pocket World Realm cultivation, his true power was stronger than Zhuge, who was a half-step Celestial Monarch.
However, he was not without a chance to win; he still had trump cards he hadn't used.
"Boy, even if I have to risk my life today, I absolutely won't let you live."
Zhuge Junxiong roared fiercely, without the slightest hesitation, released his Blood Soul.
Instantly, a several times stronger aura burst forth from him.
Zhuge Junxiong's Blood Soul was actually a massive black hammer, surrounded by three silver rings.
"A Saint Tier Third Grade Blood Soul."
The crowd's eyes narrowed slightly. The power of a Saint Tier Blood Soul was far beyond anything below Saint Tier.
