Dai Mubai stepped in to smooth things over for Xiao Bai.
"Xiao San, just look at the monster sitting there. His level has already caught up to ours, and he still managed to leave Senior Bai in such a sorry state. If he becomes a Title Douluo someday, I'm afraid no one will be able to fight him."
Tang San did not say much in response. Ling Chen had completed one trial ahead of them, so naturally, his growth rate was somewhat faster than theirs.
Moreover, Tang San and the others sought to maximize the benefits of their improvements, whereas Ling Chen had taken a different path—he sought to maximize his own attributes.
Tang San and the others still believed that Ling Chen possessed a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, so defeating Xiao Bai was only natural. Although Ling Chen often came to borrow his Divine Slaughter's Domain, it would not provide any major direct improvement.
"Alright, let's not talk about that for now. Let's see whether Li Tianyi's eighth Soul Ring is another hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring."
Ning Rongrong walked over to Ling Chen and carefully observed his expression. He was already drenched in sweat, his teeth clenched tightly, as though he were enduring something immensely painful.
"This looks just like when Third Brother forcibly absorbed a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring!"
Oscar was interested as well, then turned to Bo Saixi and asked, "Senior, can a God-Bestowed Soul Ring grant an External Soul Bone?"
Bo Saixi shook a finger with absolute certainty, finding Oscar's idea rather absurd.
"That is impossible. Even if Lord Sea God himself descended, he could not accomplish such a thing."
Ling Chen's expression grew increasingly savage, while his Soul Power unexpectedly began to surge—Level 81... Level 82.
It was precisely because of that surge in Soul Power that Ling