Watching Ma Hongjun clutch his stomach and laugh beside him, Oscar was about to get angry when he turned and saw Ning Fengzhi and the others struggling not to laugh as well.
"I'll endure it!"
He gritted his teeth and thought, I absolutely can't act up in front of my father-in-law. But later, Fatty, you're dead.
Oscar thought viciously to himself. As he muttered an incantation, six spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!
This time, everyone except Zhao Xuan fell silent. Looking at those six spirit rings, they were filled with emotion, each lost in different thoughts.
Satisfaction appeared once more in Ning Fengzhi's gaze as he looked at Oscar.
Around twenty years old, yet already a Spirit Emperor!
Even Ning Fengzhi could not help but marvel. This was an utterly terrifying combination. Add the words Food System spirit master to it, and it would be an existence that shook the ages.
Not to mention having seen one before—even the ancient records of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect contained no such record. As the number one Support System sect in the world, which famous Support System spirit master had not been documented? Yet a twenty-year-old, level-sixty Spirit Emperor did not exist!
Pride could not help appearing on Ning Rongrong's face. Looking at the serious Oscar, her eyes shone brightly. This is the man of Ning Rongrong.
As Oscar's sixth spirit ring lit up, the blood belonging to Zhao Xuan in his palm was wrapped in Soul Power. A hazy radiance appeared in his hand, carrying a seven-colored halo like sunlight refracted through a prism.
The light came quickly and vanished just as quickly. After it dispersed, a pale silver sausage appeared in Oscar's hand. Its surface was like a mirror, reflecting