"What is this Battle Soul?"
The middle-aged woman looked up at the golden beastial silhouette, a hint of doubt in her eyes. But shock was her overwhelming emotion! That golden beast exuded a powerfully oppressive aura!
She glanced down at the Wolf King and asked, "Have you cultivated any battle arts?"
The Wolf King was about to say no, but the woman interjected, "Speak the truth, or I won't know how to make arrangements for you."
After pondering, the Wolf King honestly responded, "I have cultivated a top-tier slaughter-type battle art."
The woman nodded. "I see. Next."
"Master Fatty first," Fatty declared, stepping forward with a grin. "Boss, haven't you always wanted to see Master Fatty's Battle Soul?"
HUM!
Before he could finish, his entire body erupted with black brilliance. Accompanied by a resounding dragon roar, a colossal figure emerged.
