In the city, the blue-clothed Great Power's face was extremely grim.
Previously, in his eyes, the fact that the other party dared to use Soul Power to confront him was simply a suicidal act.
But now, he found it wasn't the case.
The opponent's Soul Power was extremely formidable, reaching the Great Power level, not inferior to his at all.
This left him utterly incredulous.
If a Saint Heir, relying on various Divine Skills and the Magical Treasures in his hand, fought him to a draw,
though shocking, he could still accept it.
But the opponent was merely a Five Star King and even lagged far behind a Saint Heir.
Not to mention contending with a Great Power like him.
Yet now, the opponent had done it.
Even though he was at a disadvantage, he couldn't kill the opponent for a while.
What worried him more was the endless emergence of countless Divine Skills and Magical Treasures in the opponent's hands, and his combat power growing stronger and fiercer.
