At Xuan Zi's words, the people around the long table reacted in different ways. Some looked surprised, others puzzled, and a few completely unconcerned. Only Mu En, reclining in his chair, had his face shrouded in shadow, making his expression impossible to read.
"Elder Xuan, Yuhao did seem a little unusual at the time, but don't forget that his is a mutated Body Martial Soul. Those are already extremely rare. Perhaps this is simply a special trait of the Body Martial Soul."
"What's more, he never lost control. Insisting that Yuhao's Martial Soul is evil is a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Zhang Lexuan, seated at the end of the table, argued firmly.
"Impudent! I've roamed the Douluo Continent for over two hundred years. I've seen more Soul Masters than you've eaten grains of rice. What could a little girl in her twenties like you possibly know about the sort of people in the Body Sect?!"
"And what about the inexplicable power that boy unleashed in the finals? How else do you explain a mere Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster doing that, unless he has an evil Martial Soul that can rapidly increase his strength?"
Xuan Zi hadn't expected Zhang Lexuan to contradict him to his face. His old face had grown somewhat hot, and he snapped at her.
"Elder Xuan, I really don't have as much experience as you. I'm just a girl in her twenties, after all. Come to think of it, I owe everything I have today to you."
Zhang Lexuan's expression turned cold as well. The next moment, eight Spirit Rings rose behind her: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red.
An eight-ring cultivation base! And her Eighth Soul Ring was an astonishing red!
Red Spirit Rings were unique to Hundred Thousand Year Soul