The three Divine Monarch level alchemists joined forces, merging three soul powers, yet they still couldn't match Feng Wuchen.
Seeing the three of Situ Hao spitting blood, everyone in the hall broke out in a cold sweat.
How tyrannical must that soul power be?
"Young Master's soul power is terrifying! Even with the three of Situ Hao joining forces, they couldn't harm Young Master in the slightest," Gao Moyang was so frightened that his soul nearly flew away, his old face pallid with extreme fear, almost forgetting alchemy.
"I can't believe this brat's soul power is so formidable! Incomparably domineering," Duanmu Zhuiming's heart was also filled with dread.
"So powerful, no wonder he can refine such potent elixirs," Duanmu Xuan thought to himself, looking at Feng Wuchen in shock.
"Soul power is draining! My soul power is draining!" a Divine Monarch level alchemist cried out in terror.
