Not long after.
Under Lin Qingmo's command, the group formed up and faced Zhao Wuji.
The atmosphere in the clearing immediately grew tense.
Zhao Wuji rolled his neck, producing a series of crackling pops, then grinned.
"Brats, are you ready to take this?"
Before his words had even faded—
An incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
A full seven Spirit Rings rose one after another from beneath his feet like ripples across water. The pressure of a Soul Saint's Soul Power made even the air thick and heavy.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were weaker. Struck by that aura, they could not help taking half a step back, and even breathing became difficult.
Dai Mubai tensed as well, the phantom of the White Tiger Martial Soul flickering behind him.
Only Lin Qingmo remained steadily where he was, without even the hem of his clothes fluttering much.
A flicker of surprise passed through Zhao Wuji's eyes, followed by even stronger battle intent.
"Alright! The test begins!"
His roar was like that of a bear, shaking dust loose from the wooden cabin.
Almost at the same moment he shouted "begin," Lin Qingmo's calm voice rang out.
"Ning Rongrong, follow the plan. Boost Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu!"
"Understood!"
Ning Rongrong reacted swiftly.
Light blossomed from her palm as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun into existence.
"Seven Treasures Turn Out Glazed!"
"Seven Treasures Famous, First: Power! Second: Speed!"
Two dazzling yet gentle beams of light shot out at once, landing precisely on Dai Mubai and Xiao Wu.
Both of them felt their bodies lighten as powerful strength and nimbleness surged through them at the same time.
Dai Mubai did not dare waste a moment.
With an enraged roar, the White Tiger phantom around