Afraid of Ghosts? Just Fight!

"I suggest you discuss how to join forces against Teacher Zhao later."

"Teacher Zhao is extremely powerful. If you fight separately, there's no way you'll last An Incense Stick under him.

"If you can work out a solid tactic that combines your individual strengths, you might stand a better chance."

Dai Mubai still suggested from the side.

Tang San also deeply agreed with Dai Mubai's suggestion.

However, before discussing tactics, it would be better for everyone to introduce themselves and get acquainted.

"Um... I'll go first. My name is Ning Rongrong. My Spirit is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a level twenty-eight support-system Soul Master!"

Hearing Tang San's words, Ning Rongrong smiled slightly, summoned her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and gracefully took the lead in introducing herself.

Honestly, Rongrong was much more lovable now than she had been in the original story.

It couldn't be helped. In this world where strength reigned supreme, talent and power came first.

Rongrong was the most gifted person the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had produced in nearly a century. In the original story, two Titled Douluo had spoiled her rotten, and no one had thought there was anything wrong with it, which was what led to her willful nature.

But now, Rongrong's personality was much better. Though she still had a bit of a young miss's temper, she was the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She had the right to it.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Are you from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong's words greatly surprised Tang San.

Even Zhu Zhuqing cast a sidelong glance at Ning Rongrong.

After all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the famed Upper Three Sects and known as the strongest support sect.

Who on the entire Douluo Continent hadn't heard of it?

Not just in the Soul Master world—even ordinary people with some knowledge of Soul Masters likely knew of it.

"Don't all stare at me. I'm not actually anything special. I just ran away from home.

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit has two hundred-year Spirit Rings attached to it. Its spirit skills can respectively provide everyone with a thirty percent boost in speed and strength."

Faced with everyone's astonished gazes, Ning Rongrong was a little embarrassed. She adorably stuck out her tongue, modestly downplayed herself for a while, then introduced her spirit skills.

Bai Ge couldn't help rolling his eyes. The little girl was showing off in the most roundabout way possible.

"My name is Tang San. My Spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level twenty-nine Control System Soul Master!"

After Ning Rongrong, Tang San also introduced himself.

"My name is Xiao Wu. My Spirit is a rabbit, and I'm a level twenty-nine assault-system Soul Master."

Xiao Wu introduced herself with a grin as well.

"Zhu Zhuqing. Netherworld Cat Spirit, level twenty-seven agility-attack Soul Master!"

Afterward, the cool-faced Zhu Zhuqing spoke as well.

"Bai Ge. Golden Saint Cloth Spirit, level thirty-seven Battle Soul Grandmaster."

"What?" Everyone present stared at him, dumbfounded.

A twelve-year-old level thirty-seven Soul Grandmaster was simply too outrageous.

Yet the three Spirit Rings—yellow, purple, purple—had already proven that Bai Ge was not boasting.

Sky Azure Vine, Dragon Scale Fruit, and the Dragon Tendon and Dragon Marrow of the Golden Earth Dragon King—though these four heavenly treasures primarily improved physical strength and power, they were more than enough to raise a Soul Grandmaster's Soul Power by four levels.

"Then what's your specialization?" Tang San was somewhat stunned.

"Big Brother Xiao Bai's Spirit has no weaknesses. His attack, defense, and speed are all very strong."

Ning Rongrong's voice rang out. "As for control, Big Brother Xiao Bai finds it troublesome and basically never uses it."

Xiao Wu asked curiously, "Rongrong, are you close with him?"

"Mm, I suppose we are," Rongrong stammered.

"If you ask me, what the hell is there to be afraid of? Just fight!

"Rongrong, give me a boost later. I'll go up first, test him out, and get a feel for his abilities.

"Xiao San, if you can, try to delay that guy's movements. Don't force yourself."

Bai Ge turned to glance at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. "You two look for opportunities to attack Zhao Wuji's waist and other weak spots. If you can't manage it, forget it.

"You two are obviously both squishy. A Vajra Bear's slap isn't easy to take.

"And keep an eye on Rongrong. Zhao Wuji will most likely try to take Rongrong out right from the start."

With the plan set, Bai Ge turned and charged straight forward!

Zhao Wuji casually lit an incense stick and planted it in the ground. So angry that he laughed, he said, "Kid, you really don't take a Soul Saint seriously, do you?"

At the same time, Ning Rongrong began chanting, "Seven Treasures turn forth with glazed light."

She gracefully spun once on the spot, and dazzling seven-colored light immediately burst from her body.

At the point where the seven-colored light gathered, a colorful treasure pagoda over a foot tall had appeared in Ning Rongrong's right palm.

Its treasure light shimmered, radiating nobility. Ning Rongrong herself looked almost like an immortal maiden.

Two yellow Spirit Rings rose from beneath her feet and silently revolved around her body.

"Seven Treasures have a name: first, strength. Second, speed."

As soon as her words fell, Bai Ge's speed and strength surged at once!

Great Horn!

Still as a mountain, swift as thunder! Taking advantage of Zhao Wuji's underestimation, Bai Ge unleashed the Golden Battle Skill of Taurus directly at him!

"Second Spirit Skill, Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji was impressive indeed. Though surprised, he did not panic and raised his hand to meet the attack!

By coincidence, both of them were using their second Spirit Skills!

The only difference was that one was a hundred-year spirit skill, while the other was a thousand-year spirit skill.

Boom! Dust and smoke scattered everywhere as Zhao Wuji staggered back dozens of steps, his eyes filled with disbelief!

Staring wide-eyed, Zhao Wuji exclaimed in shock, "A thousand-year second Spirit Ring?"

"The age limit of the Spirit Rings a Soul Master can withstand is directly proportional to the Soul Master's physical strength and Spiritual Power."

Bai Ge smiled. "In other words, as long as one's physical condition is sufficient, a thousand-year second Spirit Ring is not impossible.

"It only breaks the limits of an ordinary Soul Master's physical capabilities."

Bai Ge made it sound easy, but he was actually equally astonished.

Though his current strength was roughly at the level of the Sixth Sense, and the power of his various battle skills fell far short of the golden standard and had been greatly weakened,

there were still points of comparison. For example, when old master Dohko's Mount Lu Hundred Dragons Overlord was used by Shiryu at the Sixth Sense, it became the Mount Lu Ascending Dragon Overlord.

(The Saint Seiya series talked a big game, but when it came to actual fighting, its combat power was truly pathetic. During the Galaxian Wars, Seiya's kick registered an impact force of over 1,500 kilograms. The overall power scaling was actually a complete mess.

The reason they could shatter huge boulders was mainly because their Cosmos destroyed the internal atomic structure.

The protagonist was currently about at this level, so just keep that in mind.)

But Bai Ge believed that with this punch, even ordinary Soul Ancestors or Soul Kings might not be able to withstand it. Yet Zhao Wuji had not even activated his first spirit skill and had actually taken the attack head-on in haste.

However, Zhao Wuji had his own grievances. Not only had Bai Ge's punch sent his blood and qi roiling, it had even scattered his Soul Power, forcibly knocking him out of his Spirit Avatar state!

Seeing Bai Ge raise both hands as his nearly black third Spirit Ring lit up,

Zhao Wuji decisively admitted defeat. "You pass. No more fighting."

Hearing this, Bai Ge nearly choked to death when he failed to catch his breath.

What the hell? This wasn't what we agreed on!