Jin Zhentu wasn't bothered by the scolding; in fact, he was quite pleased.
"Hahaha, I'm definitely going to win this time."
Ouyang Mingming, on the other hand, sat to the side with a taut face, remaining perfectly still.
In Soul Cultivation, each layer presented its own set of difficulties.
Moreover, the suppression between levels was especially potent.
If it were just an ordinary Ninth-Layer Candle Flame with no special offensive techniques, it might have been understandable.
But his opponent was a Fantasist, and had even visualized Donghuang Taiyi.
Such terrifying Talent was difficult to describe.
Ouyang Mingming was already certain that Su Qing was going to lose. A Ninth-Layer Candle Flame Fantasist could exert two hundred percent of their Realm's power.
Moreover, when it came to the soul, Su Qing's Sword Intent lacked any personal will.
It was a half-baked Sword Intent. It had the power, but it lacked its own artistic conception. It couldn't win.
