A War of Words (Second Update!)

Zheng Datong stopped wasting words.

"You want to see my Martial Soul? Then I'll show you."

"Just don't be scared stupid!"

Zheng Datong said smugly.

He was extremely confident and proud of his Martial Soul, especially those two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

Hmph, what's so impressive about that!

Zhao Pingxi was somewhat disdainful inwardly.

But outwardly, Zhao Pingxi nodded and said blandly, "Please!"

Ha—

With the conversation over, Zheng Datong began releasing his First Martial Soul, the Night-Shaking Ink Brush.

As waves of Soul Power surged, the Night-Shaking Ink Brush floated above Zheng Datong's head.

At the same time, a circle of dark Dark Night Domain swirled around the Night-Shaking Ink Brush, making it look exceptionally extraordinary!

Aside from his unusual Martial Soul, the two Thousand-Year Purple Soul Rings circling Zheng Datong left Zhao Pingxi utterly dumbfounded!

"What! How is this possible?!"

"Those are two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"

"Y-you... your first and second Soul Rings came from Thousand-Year soul beasts?!"

Zhao Pingxi spoke in shock, his face full of disbelief.

The commotion Zheng Datong caused was considerable, drawing the attention of the two Zhao Clan Elders who were fighting the Fire Demon Lord.

When they saw Zheng Datong's Martial Soul and the two Thousand-Year Purple Soul Rings around him, the two elders' old hearts gave a violent jolt, and they nearly lost their footing and fell to the ground.

"Brother Peng, did you see that? Those are actually two Thousand-Year Purple Soul Rings! What a freak!"

One of the Zhao Clan Elders, who was battling the Fire Demon Lord, spoke to his companion beside him.

"I saw it, Brother Huiming. That's fucking terrifying! His first and second Soul Rings both came from Thousand-Year soul beasts. Can that really exist?!"

Zhao Peng replied with a face full of shock, unable to stop