Just then, Snake Soul rushed out of the ruins, covered in dust, with a footprint and two punch marks on his face, and a damp patch below that had soaked the dirt, looking as miserable as could be.
But his face was twisted with rage beyond recognition.
As a Soul Master of dignity, to suffer such humiliation was infuriating, and his anger had peaked. He thought, having broken through to become a Demon Master, Wang Yan should have been the one beaten, yet it turned out to be himself.
Now, Snake Soul wanted no more games with Wang Yan; he just wanted to kill him quickly to quench his anger.
Snake Soul roared furiously, unleashing an astonishing aura. Simultaneously, above Snake Soul's head appeared the shadow of a huge coiled serpent, and around this phantom, a phantom star rotated slowly with a Demon Pattern.
Once the Demon Pattern was unleashed, Snake Soul felt his anger dissipate somewhat. He stepped out of the ruins one step at a time and stood before Wang Yan.
