"This kid is interesting."
Watching Mo Lang remain neither servile nor overbearing, even more arrogant than he had been in his youth, Sword Chen Xin felt a fondness for talent.
To become a powerhouse, one first needed the heart of a powerhouse.
Clearly, this kid already had it.
But...
"Kid, things that are too rigid break easily; people who are too arrogant die easily. Today, this old man will teach you that lesson properly."
Sword Chen Xin gestured for Ning Rongrong to step aside. He intended to properly temper this kid.
"Sword Grandpa..."
"Don't worry, I won't harm his life. I'll only teach him a small lesson," Sword Chen Xin said, cutting Ning Rongrong off.
I wanted to tell you to be careful... Ning Rongrong muttered inwardly.
Boom!
In an instant, nine soul rings rose behind Sword Chen Xin. The aura of a Titled Douluo crashed toward Mo Lang like surging waves.
Unlike other Douluo, this aura contained razor-sharp Sword Intent. Even a Soul Douluo would find it hard to endure.
Of course, Sword Douluo was holding back. After all, the other party looked like a teenager. How strong could he possibly be?
"Holy shit! A Soul Emperor?!"
But when four black soul rings and two red soul rings rose behind Mo Lang, Sword Douluo was so shocked that he nearly lost his grip on the Seven Kill Sword.
A Soul Emperor alone was not enough to surprise him so greatly. But a teenage Soul Emperor whose soul rings all started at the ten-thousand-year level utterly overturned his understanding.
How could he not be shocked?
Yet he discovered that the others did not seem surprised at all. Instead, they wore puzzled expressions, which left him deeply confused.
"Lang-ge, aren't you a Titled Douluo? Why aren't you revealing your remaining three