"Do I look that fierce?"
Staring at the Martial Soul that appeared somewhat beyond her expectations, Dorothy was full of question marks in her head.
The aura of this Martial Soul was perhaps too domineering, too fierce. You might wonder how such a gentle and harmless homebody could possess a Martial Soul that seemed so tough at first glance. There must be some mistake.
The homebody witch looked up at Hat Senior Sister above her, hoping she could explain what was going on.
"Why are you looking at me? It's your own Martial Soul you're asking about. Don't you have any clue yourself?"
At this moment, senior Fanny was also taken aback by the aloof Ruined King's Martial Soul summoned by her own Master.
Well, Dorothy was really a Martial Saint, and the strength of her Martial Soul was almost perfect, just a step away from manifesting in the current world, and with a little more training, she could advance to Martial God.