Tang San's absorption of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring when he had only four rings had already been astonishing.
But now, he had actually absorbed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring while still a Soul Emperor.
Was that even possible?
Xue Qinghe wanted to say that it was impossible, that everything shown by this illusion was untrustworthy.
But she had no way to convince herself.
Tang San had already exceeded the limit once when absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
Couldn't he exceed the limit again and absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring while he was a Soul Emperor?
What was impossible for ordinary Soul Masters might not be impossible for Tang San.
So, even knowing this was merely an illusion, Xue Qinghe still felt a deep wariness toward Tang San.
If everything this illusion showed was real, then even setting aside that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, becoming a Soul Emperor at around twenty was already a terrifying thing.
Even she had only reached the Soul Emperor level somewhat later than that age.
Not to mention that her starting point had been far higher than Tang San's.
Watching Tang San fight her illusory self, Xue Qinghe felt the urge to kill Tang San and eliminate future trouble for the first time.
Previously, although she had acted as though she valued Tang San greatly, it had merely been superficial.
In her heart, Tang San had been nothing more than a child.
Although that child's talent was indeed exceptional, it had not been enough to earn her serious attention, because in her eyes, it simply had not been worth mentioning.
But now, she had corrected her attitude and placed Tang San among those she needed to take seriously.
That meant that from this day onward, she could no longer underestimate Tang San and would deal with anything related