Stunned—
As waves of spirit power aura surged into the sky, the eight people on the field released their respective Martial Souls.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Jade Phosphorous Serpent, Ghost Leopard...
Brilliant Soul Power lights swirled around these geniuses, highlighting each of their unique qualities.
Yet the most dazzling among them was undoubtedly Dugu Yang, standing opposite the others.
At that moment, Dugu Yang's right arm had completely undergone Dragon Transformation, covered in fine yet resilient emerald scales. Though it looked somewhat disproportionate, it radiated the pressure of a Giant Dragon. His physique swelled, bursting open his shirt and revealing sharply defined muscles. Four Spirit Rings surrounded him.
Yellow, purple, black, black.
This Spirit Ring configuration, far beyond the limit, added several times more pressure to him. The mere leakage of his aura made Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and the others across from him feel their bodies sink, as though a boulder had been placed on their backs.
"Come on. Let me see what you're capable of."
Dugu Yang curled his Dragon Claws in a beckoning gesture. The wickedly charming smile on his handsome face made him look like a young nobleman.
But the seven standing opposite him felt only mountain-like pressure crashing down on them.
"No wonder Dugu Yang dared to challenge all seven of us. He's terrifying."
"A Four-ring Soul Ancestor with two Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings... what kind of monster is he?"
"Being born in the same era as a genius like him is truly my misfortune."
Aside from Dugu Yan, who knew him, everyone else once again experienced what it meant to be crushed by talent.
Even Yu Tianheng was no exception.
However, unlike the others, Yu Tianheng quickly regained his senses and shouted, "Focus! What, did Dugu Yang merely showing his Spirit Rings