Every disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gazed up at the sky, holding their breath.
The entire sect was so quiet that only heartbeats remained.
Ning Fengzhi stood beneath the enormous glazed tile tower, maintaining the Soul Power output for his six enhancements.
Yang Jian still stood in midair, his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear angled toward the ground.
He raised his head, glanced at the thousand-foot sword, then at the gray-white divine dragon, and curved his lips slightly.
"Now this is finally getting a little interesting."
As his words fell, Yang Jian finally revealed his Soul Rings.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, black-gold, purple-gold!
Nine Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet and revolved around him.
The first six were uniformly pitch-black, so deep they seemed capable of devouring light.
The seventh was scarlet as blood, its light so dazzling that no one dared look straight at it.
The eighth intertwined black and gold, golden patterns flowing across its dark surface like lava surging through the night!
The ninth shone brilliantly in purple and gold, noble golden rays piercing its purple halo like jewels on an emperor's crown!
Six black, one red, one black-gold, and one purple-gold!
The instant Yang Jian's Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, Chen Xin, who had become a giant sword, and Gu Rong, who had become a divine dragon, both froze briefly in midair.
The giant sword's sword intent faltered for an instant, its silver-blue light flickering twice.
The blue flames in the divine dragon's eyes leaped violently, and his tail curled involuntarily.
Every last person in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stared, dumbstruck, at the nine Soul Rings shining beneath Yang Jian's feet!
Such a Soul Ring Configuration simply transcended their understanding!
A Soul Master possessing six Ten Thousand