The disdain on Dai Mubai's face had long since vanished, replaced by profound shock—he finally understood just how ridiculous he had been to dare look down on Ning Rongrong, who possessed the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Tang San's gaze grew increasingly complicated—first Xue Tianxing, then Ning Rongrong. These geniuses from the Balak Kingdom had shattered his understanding of Soul Masters' talent time and again.
He clenched his fists tightly, his competitive spirit completely ignited.
Meanwhile, on the Soul Fighting Arena, Mad Dragon's smile had already frozen on his face.
He looked at the four people spreading Soul Power wings in the air, then at the faintly surging Soul Power around Xue Tianxing and Shui Bing'er, and finally realized that he seemed to have kicked an iron plate.
But the words had already left his mouth, so he could only shout stubbornly:
"Putting on a mysterious act! Brothers, Martial Soul Possession! Show them what our Mad Blade Battle Team can do!"
"Mad Blade Spirit, possess!"
The seven members of the Mad Blade Battle Team shouted at once. Five Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple—and four Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—lit up simultaneously, while seven enormous blades appeared in their hands, their surfaces gleaming with chilling light.
As the match began, the fluctuations of Soul Power around Xue Tianxing suddenly surged, and an ice-blue radiance spread outward like a tide.
The instant the Ice Phoenix Spirit fully possessed him, five Soul Rings rose beneath his feet in sequence—yellow, purple, purple, black, black!
The deep black Soul Rings were especially eye-catching, radiating a suffocating pressure. In stark contrast to the first three Soul Rings, they cast heavy shadows across the Soul Fighting Arena.
"Those are... Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings?!"
Mad Dragon of the Mad Blade Battle Team's pupils abruptly contracted, and his grip