The soul of the Six-Path Masters shivered.
He let out an extremely terrified scream: "You... You... You're a Nascent Soul level spirit?"
"How is that possible?"
"How could this be?"
This realization was like discovering the ant you were about to crush had suddenly turned into a fierce dragon.
Too absurd, too unbelievable, too hard to accept.
Jiang Fan chuckled: "Otherwise, why do you think I'm a Soul Master?"
He squatted down and extended a finger.
The finger was even larger than the remnant soul of the Six-Path Masters.
With a light press, he pinned the remnant soul to the ground, struggling in pain.
"Jiang Fan! Is this your ultimate secret?"
The Six-Path Masters was filled with self-mockery.
He had been secretly observing Jiang Fan, thinking he had grasped all his secrets.
He even prepared for a soul attack.
Yet, in the end, he had no idea how terrifyingly powerful Jiang Fan's spirit was.
Though it wasn't completely at the Nascent Soul level, it wasn't far off.
