777 The Formula For Eighteen-Colored Flame!

"You!!" Zhao Xionglin was both taken aback and infuriated. However, the Grand Heavenmaster was still present, so he didn't dare to lose his temper. He could only stand there panting, face twisted with rage, cursing inwardly at this blatantly open attack.

"Damn this Bai Hao!" he thought. "He gave me a Foundation Establishment-level soul and is going to demand that I give him a deva soul in return!!" Zhao Xionglin was overwhelmed with anger, grief, and pain. To him, a deva soul was the type of treasure that could be encountered by chance, but never searched for and found.

After all, deva souls were very useful for anyone attempting to become a deva, and could increase the chances of success significantly. Therefore, what Bai Xiaochun had just done was like adding injury to insult.

Zhao Xionglin stood there trembling at how horrible things had just become....