People of the True Martial Realm have Martial Souls that are not strong enough. Although they can assist in combat and enhance the strength of Martial Artists, they are easily damaged. Therefore, unless it is a critical moment, few people would directly use the power of their Martial Souls.
Especially Zhao Letian, in his previous battles, hardly ever employed the power of his Martial Soul.
However, today, he encountered the most dangerous situation. If the Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul destroyed his Divine Soul, he would disperse both soul and spirit, and perish completely.
Thus, today, regardless of all costs, he must stop the Golden Flood Dragon Martial Soul, even if it means risking damage to his own Martial Soul.
"Hisss!"
The moment the Little Snake Martial Soul appeared, it fixed its gaze on the Golden Flood Dragon phantom, letting out an excited hiss, as if it had seen some precious treasure.
