"It really was him."
Shen Lian's gaze abruptly sharpened, dark purple Soul Power flashing through his eyes.
As the referee announced the start of the match, Tang San was the first to release his Martial Soul.
Blue Silver Grass surged from his palms like a tide, winding around the stone pillars surrounding the arena. Five Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!
"A level fifty-one Soul King?"
A wave of shocked cries erupted from the stands.
No one had expected this youth, who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, to have reached such a realm.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"How is that possible? He had only just broken through to Soul Elder two years ago..."
Yet Shen Lian frowned.
By his calculations, without the aid of an Immortal Herb, Tang San's Soul Power should have reached no more than the thirties. But that black Spirit Ring could not possibly be fake.
What concerned him even more was that faint golden patterns had appeared on Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. Its toughness far surpassed that of ordinary Blue Silver Grass; it had clearly undergone some special tempering.
"Something's wrong."
Shen Lian muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed firmly on Tang San.
As the match reached its most intense stage, Tang San suddenly gave a low shout. The Blue Silver Grass swiftly withdrew, replaced by a jet-black Clear Sky Hammer!
The hammer was covered in vicious spikes, and five Spirit Rings rose from beneath him as well—purple, purple, black, black, black!
"Twin Martial Souls!"
The stands exploded into an uproar, and even the referee wore an expression of utter disbelief.
Shen Lian finally understood.
As he watched Tang San swing the Clear Sky Hammer, Shen Lian saw him use a Spirit