But just as the three Titled Douluos were about to reach Tang San and attack him, a brilliant blue-black light plummeted from the sky like a meteor, exploding between Tang San and the three elders.
Dazzling light blossomed across the skies above Jialing Pass.
The three elders were forced to retreat sharply within that radiance. Bibi Dong, who was not far from them, was likewise driven backward by the blue light.
Gradually, the blue light, so bright that Tang San could barely keep his eyes open, dimmed and faded. A figure in fitted blue-black clothing hovered in midair, a small, illusory blade of blue-gold grass resting on his left palm. Most striking of all were the soul rings encircling him.
Black, black, black, black, blue, red, red, red, red.
Nine soul rings in total, including four hundred-thousand-year soul rings and a peculiar blue-gold fifth soul ring, with even the weakest of them at the ten-thousand-year level...
Who was he?
At that moment, the soldiers on the ground, the Soul Masters atop the gates, and even the Titled Douluos in the sky... all had the same question in their hearts.
Could a human really possess such a soul ring configuration?
While the other Titled Douluos were still stunned, the newcomer spoke. "Hey, do you think it's fun to gang up on someone and bully your juniors? Not only did three of you attack him at once, but all three of you are Titled Douluos above rank ninety-six. Have you no shame?"
The three Titled Douluo elders silently glanced at Tang San behind him.
He held the divine Trident of Poseidon, and his soul ring configuration was black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red. He also looked only twenty-four or twenty-five.
Granted, judging by their ages, they were indeed bullying