Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Ye Zhiqiu and the old man turned into two afterimages, one after the other, vanishing from the spot in an instant like gusts of wind.
Only the violently swaying branches and leaves along their path showed that they had entered the forest.
"So fast... Could they be Agility Attack Soul Masters?" Dai Mubai's pupils contracted, but he quickly rejected the thought. At their age, even Agility Attack Soul Masters couldn't possibly possess such speed. How had they done it? Could it be some special soul skill? But he hadn't even seen them summon their Martial Souls. Everyone else present wore equally shocked expressions.
It was understandable for Shrek Academy's Soul Emperor instructor to possess such speed, but why did Ye Zhiqiu, a twelve-year-old student, have it too? For the time being, it became a mystery.
Inside the forest.
The old man ran ahead. He seemed to be deliberately testing Ye Zhiqiu, as Soul Power surged wildly around him, perfectly embodying the phrase swift as the wind. The pressure of the wind generated by his high-speed sprint bent even the smaller trees around him.
Phew, that's about a kilometer. If I keep going, I'll leave the forest. That kid is probably still eating my dust back there. The old man chuckled and turned his head—only for his eyes to instantly widen, his mouth gaping wide enough to fit an entire steamed bun.
What he saw now was likely something he would never forget for the rest of his life. Ye Zhiqiu had his hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile on his face. Three soul rings—purple, black, and red—pulsed faintly at his feet. Within his pupils, which had originally contained only a hexagonal pattern, a right-angled triangular pinwheel now slowly rotated at the center of the hexagon, looking