"Cough, cough."
"Release that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring again and let me have another look."
Yan Shaozhe said seriously.
"Alright."
Huo Yuhao nodded and rose to his feet. The next second, as his Spiritual Power connected to his Ice Attribute Soul Spirit, a Blood-colored Soul Ring appeared instantly, followed by a terrifying aura that spread outward.
Inside the room, the water in the transparent teapot rippled, while the air itself seemed to freeze solid.
Yet before that aura could spread any farther, an even more terrifying presence directly suppressed the aura released by Huo Yuhao's Soul Ring.
Huo Yuhao's expression changed, but he said nothing.
"Interesting." Yan Shaozhe walked over to Huo Yuhao's side and carefully examined the Soul Ring. "Its color and aura are nearly identical to the real thing, but it lacks a soul."
"What is your Soul Skill? Simulation?"
"My Soul Skill is a Mutated Soul Skill. Its effects change according to the extent to which I release my Spiritual Power, so I can't describe it precisely either." Huo Yuhao had long prepared an explanation for himself.
Beibei and Tang Ya knew what his Soul Skill could do. Even if neither of them would casually tell others, it never hurt to take precautions in advance.
"A Mutated Soul Skill?" Yan Shaozhe frowned.
"Oh, right. Let me demonstrate it for you two." Huo Yuhao had already guessed who the man before him was. He had no intention of hiding his abilities. In the next moment, golden light surged in his eyes, and the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring instantly transformed into a Yellow Soul Ring. At the same time, a wave of Spiritual Power swept toward Yan Shaozhe and Du Weilun.
"A Body Martial Soul—eyes?"
The two of them could feel the Spiritual Power approaching them, but neither made any move