The Green Cloud Sword Master never imagined this outcome.
He'd already backed down this much, yet he still got hit with a divine soul restriction.
The restriction's level was so high, just poking at it made him feel like he was peering into a bottomless abyss.
Sure, his strength was only back up to Boundary God Realm right now.
But back in the day, he was at the very peak of the Creation Realm—a top dog in the six worlds!
What sort of restriction hadn't he seen before?
Hell, even standing before that unfathomable Imperial Preceptor, he'd never felt a divine soul restriction this overpowering.
Still, the Green Cloud Sword Master didn't say much—by now, he'd caught on to what kind of guy Lu Chang'sheng was.
"Now, are you at ease, senior?"
At ease?
What if, fusing souls with this punk, he ended up taking them both down with him?
Never mind everything else—he hadn't even vented his anger yet! If he just croaked now, there'd be nowhere for that anger to go.
