The old man touched his chest. The sensation was real enough. The young man before him was exceedingly strange—he had neither used his martial soul nor revealed his soul rings, yet with only a kick, a bolt of lightning, and a punch, he had forced him into a disadvantage.
He was beginning to believe the Sacred Ancestor's words. Even relying solely on his physical body, this young man was comparable to a level ninety-four Titled Douluo.
But... that had only been Martial Soul Possession!
The old man's gaze deepened as he stared directly at Zhao Xuan. The seventh soul ring on his body began to glow. It was an equally profound soul ring, its pitch-black appearance representing its rank—a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring of the highest caliber. Its position as the seventh ring signified its soul skill!
"Seventh Spirit Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"
Unlike before, when he had drawn the martial soul's phantom into his body during possession, golden light now radiated from the old man's body as an illusory beast emerged from within him.
His eyes shone with brilliant gold, like two dazzling suns. Amid the faint golden glow, only those eyes stood out clearly.
In an instant, the veil-like golden light slowly dissipated. At some point, those golden eyes had grown enormous, like a pair of lanterns.
The old man's human body vanished. What appeared before Zhao Xuan was a majestic giant white tiger. It was roughly twenty meters long, and even from a hundred meters away, it remained a colossal beast that could only be looked up at.
The white tiger had a long, graceful body and a handsome, imposing appearance. Its eyes were golden like the sun, blazing with pressure, while its fur was silver like moonlight, gleaming with an icy sheen.
The white tiger's paws touched the