Soul technique

Meanwhile, Ling Han broke into a grin. As expected, he had killed a great many Yin souls in these few days, nourishing his soul. There was a clear improvement. Compared to a prodigy like Bai Wenxuan, who was three minor levels higher than him, he was not the slightest bit inferior.

Moreover, the high-level energy that he had used just now was only Heavenly Dao Flames.

"With such measly abilities, you're still boasting?" Ling Han shook his head, appearing extremely disappointed.

Bai Wenxuan was in a towering rage. He roared loudly, and charged towards Ling Han again. Energy of light flickered, and he was like a god of war.

Ling Han was unconcerned, and casually attacked, clashing with Bai Wenxuan.