"No! Impossible! How could you possess such terrifying pressure?!"
Shi Nian knelt on the ground, staring at Li Han in terror.
He was only a fifteen-year-old Soul Ancestor. How could he possibly possess such strength?
An illusion. It was all an illusion!
But what happened next made his heart and soul shatter.
One Soul Ring after another emerged from Li Han's body.
Black, black, black, red, red, red, red!
A Seven-Ring Soul Saint!
Seven Soul Rings—three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
There were actually more Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings than Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!
Shi Nian had never seen anything like this before.
And whose lowest-level Soul Ring was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!
What the hell was going on?!
"You... what kind of monster are you?!"
The crimson radiance of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings shone upon Shi Nian, making his entire body look red.
It made his pale complexion stand out even more.
Shi Nian had never imagined that Li Han was actually a Soul Saint!
A fifteen-year-old Soul Saint?
Had the world gone mad?
Was this a height that an ordinary Soul Master could reach?
And what kind of absurd Soul Ring configuration was this?
Was he even a normal Soul Master?
Both were Soul Saints, so why did Shi Nian feel like an ant before him?
Shi Nian had met Titled Douluo before, yet even that Titled Douluo had not felt as outrageous as Li Han did now.
"I am a Cultivator."
Li Han smiled faintly and slowly walked toward Shi Nian.
"A Cultivator? What is a Cultivator?"
Shi Nian looked utterly bewildered.
"You do not need to know. Although you are quite irritating, I have decided to grant you a quick death in thanks for helping me recall some warm