He was about to rise and accept the challenge when a hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Qiangu Xiaoye slowly rose to his feet. His gaze swept over the provocative middle-aged Soul Sage, then across all the nobles and soul masters present who were itching to make a move, before finally settling on Prince Xue Xing.
"Want to spar?"
His voice was not loud, yet it reached every ear clearly. "No rush."
Before his words had even faded, he activated Martial Soul Possession.
The Dark Coiling Dragon Staff appeared out of thin air, black as ink from end to end. A ferocious black dragon was carved around its shaft, its crimson eyes radiating a terrifying pressure.
Yet what was even more suffocating were the nine Soul Rings around him.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
That hundred-thousand-year red Soul Ring gleamed beneath the sunlight as though it had condensed from blood.
The moment it lit up, the air throughout the grand hall seemed to freeze solid.
A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring.
It was the pinnacle that countless soul masters could never reach even after spending their entire lives striving for it.
The entire hall fell silent.
The middle-aged Soul Sage who had been shouting moments ago instantly went pale, his legs trembling faintly.
At level seventy-three, he was an exalted powerhouse in the eyes of ordinary people. Yet before a level ninety-five Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, he did not even have the courage to make a move.
But that was not all.
Dugu Bo slowly rose beside Qiangu Xiaoye.
He too activated Martial Soul Possession. The phantom of the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor appeared behind him, dark green from head to tail, deadly poison mist flowing between its scales.
Nine Soul Rings lit up around