"No... no, no, no! This is absolutely impossible!!"
Tang San's reaction was more intense than anyone else's.
His vision went dark, and he nearly toppled over on the spot.
He stared fixedly at Lin Qingmo's three Purple Soul Rings, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
An illusion!
This had to be some brilliant illusion-type Spirit Skill!
Yes, that was right!
His teacher had said that the limit for the First Spirit Ring was four hundred years!
That was an ironclad rule! The truth!
Instinctively, he activated his Purple Demon Eye. A faint purple gleam flashed through his eyes.
Break the illusion! Break it for me!
Yet...
When he looked again with the Purple Demon Eye, the Spirit Rings were still Spirit Rings, and purple was still purple. They were solid and heavy, their Soul Power fluctuations utterly real, without the slightest trace of an illusion.
The cold reality was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.
His teacher's... his teacher's theory... had been shattered?
This guy, who was also twelve years old and whose Martial Soul was only Blue Silver Grass, had crushed it in the most direct and brutal way possible!
The little pride he had always taken in being a genius now seemed so laughable, so utterly fragile.
Before Lin Qingmo, Tang San truly seemed to be... nothing.
Lin Qing casually withdrew his Martial Soul and Spirit Rings.
Only then did everyone feel the pressure in their chests ease and recover their breathing.
"Teacher Li, I haven't found a suitable Fourth Spirit Ring yet, so I haven't been in a hurry to absorb one."
"So, can I join Shrek Academy?"
Li Yusong was jolted awake by those words.
His entire body trembled, and a flush of ecstatic red