His Martial Soul was the Seven Kill Sword, a top-tier weapon-type Martial Soul. He was a Level 95 Titled Douluo.
But before Luo Shang's pressure, Chen Xin seemed utterly powerless to fight back.
Level 97?!
Cold sweat beaded on Chen Xin's forehead.
Six years ago, King Frost Extreme, Luo Shang, had been Level 95. Chen Xin had also been Level 95.
Six years later, King Frost Extreme was Level 97, while Chen Xin was still Level 95.
King Frost Extreme's pace of advancement was simply unimaginable among Titled Douluo.
Above the Titled Douluo level, each rank required years or even decades of arduous cultivation. Many people remained stuck at Level 95 for their entire lives.
Luo Shang had needed only six years to rise from Level 95 to Level 97.
No wonder he was the man who dared to stand against Spirit Hall.
Chen Xin gritted his teeth and released all his Soul Power, forming an invisible barrier around Ning Fengzhi to shield him.
But Luo Shang's pressure was so immense that even Chen Xin was nearly unable to withstand it.
Everyone in the VIP seats felt that pressure.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed as well. He sat beside Luo Shang. Although the pressure wasn't directed at him, even its aftershock made him feel a hint of strain.
Level 97—two levels higher than him.
Thousands of people filled the plaza, yet no one dared to speak.
Dead silence.
After an unknown length of time, Luo Shang withdrew his pressure.
He lifted his teacup, took a sip, then set it down.
His expression was as calm as if nothing had happened.
Ning Fengzhi gasped for breath, his forehead slick with sweat and the back of his clothes soaked through.
Forcing himself to calm down, he picked up his teacup and took