Poison Douluo?

Through the Poison Mist formed by the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison permeating the air.

Tang San and the others could vaguely make out the woman's silhouette. An exquisite snake-pattern mask concealed her face, while her clear yet icy eyes glimmered like a cold light from the depths of a frozen pool.

"Who are you?" Tang San had absolute confidence in his poison. Once the Poisonous Miasma formed, even a Limit Douluo would not dare enter it carelessly.

The woman did not answer Tang San. Her light-colored long dress fluttered faintly in the breeze.

Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet one after another.

First, four purple Soul Rings rose in succession, causing Tang San and the others' pupils to contract slightly.

Then came the fifth Soul Ring. Their furrowed brows abruptly relaxed, and their pupils widened.

"A... Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

What kind of configuration was this? Her fifth Soul Ring was actually a hundred-thousand-year one?

Tang Chen and Bo Saixi sucked in sharp breaths.

Next came the sixth and seventh Soul Rings, ordinary black Soul Rings.

Then, her clothing and body, which had been faintly tinged red by the fifth Soul Ring, turned as crimson as blood.

Two red Soul Rings suddenly rose.

"Another two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!" Tang San could not help becoming wary. This was no longer the world he had once known. If he continued judging things based on his past experiences, he would not even know how he died.

He could not see her Martial Soul. There was not even a Martial Soul in her hands. Yet the rising Soul Rings hovered around the woman, making the surrounding atmosphere even more oppressive.

Purple, purple, purple, purple, red, black, black, red, red.

To well-traveled people like Tang San and the others, such