He was seventh on the Holy Stele, for crying out loud. To think he would lose to a Martial Artist with a lower cultivation level than his own.
Mei Shengjie was overcome by a sense of utter despair.
Suddenly, all the sounds around him faded away. He looked around and seemed to see the mocking faces of everyone in the crowd.
"No, I will not be defeated!" Shaking his head, Mei Shengjie muttered to himself.
Then, his voice erupted, booming like a thunderclap over the Saint Institute's battlefield.
Everyone stared at the battlefield, their faces filled with horror.
A powerful, deathly aura of annihilation burst forth from Mei Shengjie. They all felt the threat of death.
"Mei Shengjie is burning his bloodline and using his Divine Soul!" someone cried out in alarm.
When a Martial Artist at the Fifth Layer of Soul Gathering Realm burned their bloodline while activating their Divine Soul, they could unleash power one or even several times greater than normal.
