At the same time, a blade appeared in his hand.
Wang Sheng's brows immediately furrowed—not because he feared it.
Rather, he knew this blade all too well. It was a standard Japanese sword.
In his previous life, he had crossed blades with quite a few Japanese kendo masters. While some of them had decent character, more than eighty percent would stop at nothing for victory.
And each was more ruthless than the last.
They said love extended to everything connected to the beloved; the reverse was true as well. Thus, Wang Sheng had always disliked Japanese swords.
He had already been looking at Fan Lei coldly, but now his gaze turned even colder.
"At your age, you're only a six-ring Spirit Emperor. What the hell are you so proud of?"
Still, this man probably was not as young as he looked. Otherwise, if he had already become a Spirit Emperor at around twenty, every major power would have eagerly nurtured him.
Nor would he have such a poor soul ring configuration: one white, one yellow, three purple, and one black.
Six soul rings—yellow, purple, black, crystal-black, black, and black—rose from Wang Sheng's body.
At the same time, the Blazing Blade Martial Soul appeared in Wang Sheng's hand.
"Ah!"
Everyone present—Wu Xiaodong, Wu Xiao'ai, and Xiao Tian beside Wang Sheng, as well as Ji Bing and her students—
stared with their mouths wide open, their faces filled with shock. No, it was more like terror.
They felt as though their hearts were about to leap out of their throats.
A six-ring Spirit Emperor who looked only twelve or thirteen?
The students felt that their worldview had collapsed.
Wu Xiaodong muttered, "Wang Sheng is getting more and more freakish. I'll probably never catch up to him in this life."
Wu Xiao'ai nodded