That qualification sat heavily in his thoughts.
Phei could possess the most ridiculous soul-sealing ability ever handed to a nineteen-year-old pervert, but it meant absolutely nothing if the people he intended to use it against could erase him before his fingers reached their sleeves.
World Transcendents were hardly idiots either.
The first one might underestimate him, and Phei was almost counting on exactly that.
What would a being fourteen cultivation stages above Master Stage think when some young Dragon appeared in front of them? Perhaps they would laugh, perhaps they would allow him closer because the difference in cultivation looked too enormous to deserve caution.
Then Phei would touch one of them, and that World Transcendent would suddenly become an empty body while its soul disappeared into whatever private heaven it had spent several thousand years refusing to discuss.
Everyone else would understand immediately.
