After the two chattered for a few moments, the short, fat man stepped forward.
"Allow me to learn from you." Mu Shiyi bowed to Zhao Xuan once more.
"Then come on."
Zhao Xuan summoned his phone Martial Soul, which attached itself to his wrist. At the same time, four Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Mu Shiyi's pupils contracted as he looked at Zhao Xuan's fourth Soul Ring, so purple it was nearly black. "No wonder you defeated that Bloodthirsty Butcher so easily."
Zhao Xuan merely smiled without speaking. Defeating Bloodthirsty Butcher had not required much effort from him.
"Wavebreaker Blade, come!" Mu Shiyi grasped at the air with his right hand, and a broadsword appeared in his grip.
The blade was three feet long and roughly a palm wide. Cold light gleamed from its surface, where wave-like patterns rippled across the steel, giving off a deep blue sheen.
At the same time, seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black—slowly rose from beneath his feet.
Zhao Xuan stared at Mu Shiyi in feigned shock. "Isn't this... cheating? You're a Soul Sage."
Mu Shiyi chuckled. "It's fine. I'll only use the Soul Power of a level-forty Soul Ancestor and my first four Soul Rings. Based on the strength you displayed just now, it won't be difficult."
Zhao Xuan said gloomily, "It really isn't easy to earn ten Gold Soul Coins."
"Only effort brings reward." The tall, thin ascetic, Mu Shi'er, spoke coldly from the side. He clearly still resented those ten Gold Soul Coins.
He shot Mu Shiyi a cold glance. "If you lose, you'll go hungry for the next few days."
Mu Shiyi's face fell. Using level-forty Soul Power against Zhao Xuan, he truly had no guarantee of victory.
Still, the money had already been