Xiao Yin VS Bai He

Inside the Breaking Clan residence was a spacious Bluestone Martial Arts Arena.

Xiao Yin and Bai He stood facing each other, several zhang apart.

Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, the Zhu sisters, Bai Chenxiang, and the others retreated to the edge of the arena, their gazes fixed on the center.

Bai He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Marquis, since we are competing in speed, we should be honest with each other. I am Bai He, an eighty-second-rank pure agility battle Soul Douluo. My Martial Soul is the Sharp-Tailed Swift."

As his words fell, Bai He gave a low shout. Soul Power surged around him, and a light, swift aura burst forth!

Eight Soul Rings rose beneath his feet in sequence—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

Seeing this, Xiao Yin smiled faintly as well. "Xiao Yin, an eighty-eighth-rank power attack battle Soul Douluo. My Martial Soul is Taotie."

"Eighty-eighth rank?!"

Yang Wudi and Niu Gao were both stunned. They had long expected Xiao Yin to be immensely powerful, but hearing his exact rank—especially that he had reached the eighty-eighth rank at such a young age—still shook them deeply.

Then, an even more shocking sight appeared!

Eight Soul Rings emerged beneath Xiao Yin's feet in turn.

Purple! Black! Red! Icy blue! Crimson gold! Black! Red! Dark gold!

When those eight differently colored Soul Rings fully appeared, the entire Martial Arts Arena seemed to fall silent for an instant. Only the fluctuations emanating from the Soul Rings remained!

"H-How is that possible?!"

Yang Wudi's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and even his goatee trembled unconsciously.

He stared fixedly at that utterly unreasonable Soul Ring configuration—two red Soul Rings representing the hundred-thousand-year level! Three unprecedented Soul Rings of unusual colors!

This had completely shattered the limits of his understanding of Soul Masters!