“The dao of life and death is decent…” sighed Earth Yang, but he quickly shook his head. “Despite the unending number of souls, their quality is mediocre. If he really had the ability to trap thousands upon thousands of imperial souls, he would’ve ended the seventh rank a long time ago.”1

Li Hao didn’t make a sound, he continued to closely watch the fight. Wronged souls…0

Everyone’s dao of life and death was different. The young man’s only touched upon the cycle of life and death. None of his other abilities were worthy of mention.0

Lin Hongyu’s dao of life and death had helped her forge a hell of death. Those she vanquished became spirit guards. Drifting Life seemed to use the souls of the dead—a mental conversion of sorts.0

Everyone had their own unique abilities. Then could Drifting Life walk the cycle of life and death? How about the Reincarnation master? Did he have nine lives?0

Li Hao didn’t have an easy way to answer his questions. It would be terrifying if the Reincarnation master possessed the same abilities as him. Who could kill a peak eighth rank nine times? The...0