Interesting, Three Evil Soul Masters?

"Something must be going on with those two unfamiliar faces, especially that one holding the black vines. A vine Martial Soul actually cultivated to the Soul King level—it's simply unbelievable," Huo Wushuang said, his mouth hanging open.

"Regardless of why the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy Team is so powerful, one thing is certain: Feng Xiaotian and the others are basically finished this round," Huo Wu said flatly.

"That's true." Huo Wushuang nodded. The gap in strength between the two sides was far too obvious. The Divine Wind Squad had no hope of winning.

"Is Tang San's fourth ring also a ten-thousand-year one?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion as she watched the many soul masters in the arena who were astonished by Tang San's Soul King strength and his ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

Tang San reaching this point had truly exceeded her expectations.

After all, Tang San had been unable to fight back at all against Lu Yuan back then. To be honest, Ning Rongrong had never thought much of Tang San.

Although Tang San's rank had been decent at the time, Blue Silver Grass was ultimately a useless Martial Soul, so Ning Rongrong had not paid much attention to him.

Yet she had never expected Tang San to break through from a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster to a Soul King in just two years—and with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring at that.

Even she, someone who had consumed a Aromatic Silk Beauty and taken a Spirit Enhancement Pill, was only level forty-six now.

Could Tang San have encountered a fortuitous opportunity comparable to hers?

"Xiao Yuan, what do you think happened? I don't believe Tang San could have improved this quickly through normal cultivation. He was only level twenty-nine two years ago, which means his cultivation talent was nothing special. To rise