"Senior, are the thoughts of plant-type Soul Beasts always this simple? If I were a soul master with ultimate light and fire attributes, would you just pass me directly?"
The Fiery Apricot Delicate let out a cold hum. "No wonder your martial soul has such a dense aura of darkness—it must be because of your glib tongue."
"Talking is useless. My trial has already been set. The opponent you will face will be a match for your strength, possessing the power of Ultimate Ice—no, Ultimate Fire, aided by the Blazing Yang Spring. Defeat it and you pass. Otherwise, leave."
Chapter 602