Chapter 375: Soul Mark, Sword-Riding Flight!

Just as Stefan Zimmerman pricked his finger and let a bead of blood fall, preparing to claim the Red Sword- A surge of Power of Divine Soul erupted from the blade. Riding the link in his blood, it speared straight into his Sea of Consciousness. "Who are you? You're not of the Oldakers family bloodline!" A tall, straight-backed figure took shape. His crimson hair streamed like a banner, and his gaze burned, throwing off a holy, torchlike glare. It was only a soul, yet the pressure it radiated...