The Axe Soul Master turned toward Wang Sheng at the sound.
He happened to see three Soul Rings—one yellow, one purple, and one black—rise from Wang Sheng's body.
The Axe Soul Master's eye twitched.
One, two, three. The Axe Soul Master considered his math quite good.
There were indeed three Soul Rings.
If it had been earlier, he would definitely have pointed at Wang Sheng and shouted, "Holy shit, there really is such a freak here!"
But now, his attention was no longer on whether there were three rings or however many rings.
It was on the purple and black!
Two utterly ordinary colors, yet at this moment, they stabbed at his eyes so fiercely that he could barely keep them open.
If his entire body had not gone rigid, leaving him unable to react for a moment!
He would definitely have said to the Hammer Soul Master, who was still arguing with the host, "Bro, stop messing around and come look at God! Pah! I mean, come look at this freak!"
The host noticed it too, and he no longer cared about the Hammer Soul Master constantly spraying spit at him.
He stood there frozen, mouth hanging wide open, his body completely motionless.
As though he had been struck by a paralysis technique!
"Hm?"
The Hammer Soul Master finally noticed something was wrong with the host and subconsciously followed his gaze.
In an instant, another statue appeared on the Soul Fighting Arena!
Dongfang Jinghan, meanwhile, rolled her eyes at Wang Sheng in utter exasperation!
She inwardly complained, He really knows how to show off!
Yet as she looked at the yellow, purple, and black Soul Rings on Wang Sheng's body, she had to helplessly admit that his showing off did not feel out of place at all!
She believed