Flender pushed up his glasses, a sharp gleam flashing across the lenses.
"This isn't a competition. This is practically going smurfing!"
Master Yu Xiaogang stood beside him, frantically recording data. The pen in his hand was practically about to pierce through the paper.
"A miracle... This is a miracle in the martial soul world..."
"The effects of immortal herbs can actually be this immense."
At that moment, everyone's gaze focused on Han Yuchen.
Everyone else had stated their levels.
Only he remained.
"Yuchen, what about you?"
Dai Mubai looked at Han Yuchen, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
He had always been beaten down by Han Yuchen before.
Back then, it had been because Han Yuchen's soul skills were too bizarre, and his level had not been low either.
But things were different now.
He, Dai Mubai, was a level forty-three Soul Ancestor!
And he had gained the Indestructible Vajra Body!
He felt like he could do it again.
Han Yuchen glanced at Dai Mubai. How could he not know what this big tiger was thinking?
He smiled but did not answer directly.
Instead, he released a faint trace of his aura.
Buzz!
A mountain-heavy pressure descended instantly.
This pressure was not a violent impact, but a suffocating sensation like being submerged ten thousand meters beneath the sea.
Viscous, cold, and everywhere.
Dai Mubai's previously straight back was forced down by an inch.
The others' expressions changed as well, and they had no choice but to circulate their Soul Power to resist it.
The air behind Han Yuchen distorted.
Four soul rings flashed into view, then vanished.
Black, black, black, red...
No.
Everyone rubbed their eyes.
Although the fourth soul ring looked red at first glance, upon closer inspection, it seemed like profound blackness laced with bloody light, dotted with