Liu Erlong now looked haggard, her skin sallow and her hair entirely silver-white. She looked as though she were in her fifties, almost sixty. For a Spirit Master of her level, this was decidedly abnormal.
Judging by her appearance, Liu Erlong now looked like a deranged woman whose heart brimmed with resentment.
After a moment of silence, Tang Xiao quietly appeared before Liu Erlong. Before he could say anything, Liu Erlong sensed a stranger in front of her and immediately flew into a panic. Without a word, she raised her hand and unleashed a blast of scorching dragon flame at Tang Xiao.
Eight Spirit Rings-two yellow, two purple, and four black-appeared around Liu Erlong, revealing that she had now stepped into the ranks of Soul Douluo. She was a low-level Soul Douluo who had only recently obtained her Eighth Soul Ring.
The dragon flame was scorching and sinister. Even as it erupted, it carried an oppressive urgency, like a festering sore clinging to the bone.
Tang Xiao summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and shattered Liu Erlong's dragon flame, revealing his status as a Titled Douluo. At the sight of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, Liu Erlong's pupils abruptly contracted. Her thoughts seemed to return to over a year ago, to what her elder brother-who had almost never spoken to her-had told her when he first sought her out in private.
Liu Erlong deeply hated Yu Luomian. After all, without him, none of the events that followed would have happened. Yet as she gained experience traveling the continent and grew older over the years, she had actually come to understand that, although Yu Luomian had not given her the best, he truly loved her and her mother. He had done everything he could to give them the best he