"Since you're all ready, let's begin." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji produced another stick of Tibetan Incense in his hand, not waiting to light it.
Tang San gave a low shout. "Release your martial spirits. Everyone, be careful and prepare for battle."
"Seven Treasures Turn Out Glaze." Ning Rongrong was the first to act.
Her graceful figure spun lightly in place, her blue dress fluttering. Brilliant seven-colored light immediately gathered in her right palm, and at its very center, a crystal-clear, seven-tiered pagoda over a foot tall appeared.
The flashing treasure light lent a touch of nobility to her gentle face. Smiling, Ning Rongrong looked like a fairy beneath the colorful glow. At the same time, two yellow hundred-year Spirit Rings rose from beneath her feet, quietly pulsing around her.
"The Seven Treasures have names. First: Strength. Second: Speed." Ning Rongrong lightly tapped with her fingers, and eight rays of colored light suddenly shot out from the glazed pagoda in her hand and entered Ye Zhiqiu and the others' bodies.
"Hm?" Ning Rongrong glanced at Ye Zhiqiu in confusion. She discovered that the Soul Power required to enhance Ye Zhiqiu was several times greater than that needed for Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others combined. Was the difference between enhancing a Soul Elder and a Great Soul Master really this huge? If this continued, her Soul Power might not last for the duration of one incense stick.
Under the enhancement of Ning Rongrong's First and Second Spirit Abilities, Ye Zhiqiu and the other three felt a warm energy pour into them from every limb and bone. It was as if they had inexhaustible strength throughout their bodies, while even the Soul Power within them became much more active, faintly boiling.
At the same time, they felt