Before the soul body could react, Ding Huan's Breaking Tribulation Blade once again drew out a Sword Curtain.
"Crack!" The soul body was torn apart by Ding Huan once more.
Although it reformed again, the soul body's cultivation level had already fallen to the Divine King Realm, and the previously solid body became even more ethereal.
Even the facial features and expressions became blurred.
"Daoist friend, please stop." The soul body felt the surging killing intent from Ding Huan and dared not persist in its arrogance.
Ding Huan chuckled, "What, aren't you arrogant anymore?"
The soul body dared not regard Ding Huan as an ant anymore, feeling that Ding Huan must embody his own Great Dao, although this seemed absurd.
Otherwise, merely cultivating in the Chunyi Divine Realm wouldn't allow him to crush him so easily in the same realm.
