Seeing Feng Xiaotian's smug expression, Tang Yu shook his head. "Feng Xiaotian is nearly twenty-four and only has level 44 Soul Power. Does he really think he's that impressive?"
"Release your Martial Souls!"
"Clear Sky Hammer!"
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"
The Heaven Dou Seven released their Martial Souls one after another.
The appearance of the First Tool Martial Soul and the First Beast Martial Soul instantly triggered waves of astonished cries.
"Clear Sky Hammer! It's actually the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul!"
Yellow, yellow, purple, black—four Soul Rings rose beneath Tang Yu's feet. Information about his Soul Power Level also appeared on the screen: level 49 Soul Ancestor.
"Holy shit!!"
"A level 49 Soul Ancestor!"
"The fourth Soul Ring is... is actually at the Ten Thousand Year Level!"
"What the hell is going on!?"
"Terrifying!"
The entire audience rose to their feet!
The arena instantly erupted, filled with shocked exclamations.
"Good! Excellent!" Xue Ye was immensely delighted.
Qian Renxue said in shock, "How is that possible? He's already level 49? How is he cultivating so quickly?"
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo all had drastic changes in expression. "This kid's talent is actually this outstanding."
Bone Douluo's face darkened, killing intent hidden in his eyes. "Sect Master, this child's talent is so monstrous, and his relationship with our Rong Rong is so poor. If he grows stronger in the future, he may become a threat to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
"Find an opportunity and kill him."
Ning Fengzhi remained expressionless, but his thoughts churned rapidly.
He shook his head. "The Clear Sky Sect has been in seclusion for more than a decade. Not only has it not grown weaker, it has even produced two Title Douluo-level experts."
"Uncle Bone, we absolutely cannot make a move against him