Ning Fengzhi could no longer take in anything being said.
His gaze remained glued to Ye Feiyang as his lips trembled for a long while, yet in the end, he could only let out a few amazed clicks of his tongue.
He instinctively looked toward his daughter, hoping Ning Rongrong could give him some answers. But seeing her utterly stunned expression, it was clear she was not doing much better than him.
Forget it, forget it. This girl was probably no help either!
It was not just him. At this moment, everyone beside the training ground had their attention firmly seized by that dazzling red soul ring.
There was no other reason: hundred-thousand-year soul rings were simply too rare. Let alone possessing one, many of those present had never even seen one before!
"His seventh and eighth soul rings... surely they cannot both be hundred-thousand-year soul rings too?" Ning Fengzhi murmured absentmindedly as he stared at the arena.
On the training ground,
Faced with this seemingly ordinary sword strike, Chen Xin's composure finally vanished completely. He could not evade Ye Feiyang's attack at all, as though the space around him had been locked down by an invisible force.
He could not dodge, and defending was equally futile.
Looking down at the shallow wound on his body, Chen Xin instantly understood that his opponent had held back.
He instinctively tried to unleash his Eighth Soul Skill in retaliation, but the surging Soul Power within him suddenly stalled. The Soul Skill energy connection that was about to form was forcibly severed by a bizarre power!
Bone Douluo, who was watching from the sidelines, grinned and muttered inwardly, That brat Feiyang finally decided to use this move... I wonder how this old sword fanatic feels right now.
Chen Xin was forced to retreat