"Third—" He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others. "And most importantly."
"Here, strength speaks for itself."
"Don't think that calling yourselves monsters means you'll receive any special treatment."
"On the contrary, if you can't keep up with the academy, I'll be the first to suggest that Auntie... ask you to leave."
"Arrogant!" Ma Hongjun couldn't help shouting. "Who do you think you are, acting like you can order us around?"
Yu Tiancheng glanced at him.
Just once.
Ma Hongjun suddenly felt a chill run through him, as if some ancient ferocious beast had fixed its gaze on him. The words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.
"Who do I think I am?" Yu Tiancheng chuckled softly. Five Spirit Rings slowly rose beneath his feet—
Black, purple, black, black, black!
Five rings. A Spirit King!
And... a Spirit King with four Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings!
"Hiss—!"
The entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath!
Hu Liena's charming smile froze on her face. The Moon Blade in Xie Yue's arms gave a faint hum, while the flames around Yan's fists instinctively shrank a little!
The members of Shrek were even more dumbfounded!
Tang San stared fixedly at the five Spirit Rings, especially the last two, their black so deep it seemed bottomless. His fists clenched before he even realized it.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun... Every one of them stared in shock and disbelief!
"A thirteen-year-old... Spirit King?" Flender's voice trembled. "Four Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings?!"
Zhao Wuji murmured, "A monster... Now that's a real monster..."
Yu Xiaogang's lips quivered. He wanted to say something about "Spirit Ring configuration theory" and "the limits of Spirit Ring age," but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't utter a single one.