Luo Gu looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, slightly tall, with sharply defined features. Like his Martial Soul, he carried a cold, murderous aura.
Nan Li swiftly sized him up and noticed that a wound on his left ear still bore traces of fresh blood.
His lean, wiry body was wrapped in a set of somewhat worn robes. The fabric appeared ordinary, and the hem was mottled with bloodstains.
The veins on his exposed arms stood out clearly, his muscles defined just right, though several abrupt scars marred their beauty.
Luo Gu's fingers were long and slender, but the crisscrossing old and new scars on them were impossible to miss.
Nan Li's gaze sharpened as she came to a conclusion.
The young man radiated gloom and savagery. His eyes were as sharp as a leopard's, and the way he stared at Nan Li was like a hunter sighting prey.
As the host left the stage, Nan Li and Luo Gu simultaneously retreated, taking their positions at opposite ends of the Soul Fighting Stage.
"Luo Gu, level thirty-nine Agility Attack System Battle Soul Elder. Martial Soul: Shadow Spirit Leopard."
The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, but it did nothing to diminish the resolve and coldness in his tone. He curled both hands into claws and assumed an attacking stance. "Please."
Yellow, yellow, purple. Three Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet—the optimal Soul Ring configuration!
But was that all?
"This Luo Gu is no ordinary opponent." Jiang E Li released her Spirit Power and glanced outside, sounding somewhat surprised.
"His Second Soul Ring is such a deep yellow that it must be close to a Millennium Soul Ring! His Third Soul Ring is clearly no less than three thousand years old either. Every one of them exceeds the theoretical limits