Second Capture of Zhao Wuji

The Fantasy Pen appeared in Duan Fan's hand, but it did not draw much attention.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Soul Rings around Duan Fan.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—the appearance of six Soul Rings left everyone present dumbstruck.

"A-a Soul Emperor?! How is that possible?!"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stared wide-eyed.

This was the first time either of them had seen Duan Fan summon his Martial Soul.

When Duan Fan had taught them a lesson before, they had not even been qualified to see his Martial Soul.

Later, they had heard Flender and Zhao Wuji say that Duan Fan was a Soul King-level Soul Master.

That had already shocked them enough.

After all, Duan Fan looked about the same age as them, yet he was already a Soul King-level Soul Master.

Today, they had finally seen Duan Fan release his Martial Soul with their own eyes, only to suffer an even greater shock. Duan Fan was actually already a Soul Emperor-level Soul Master!

Tang San's eyes were likewise wide open, his heart deeply shaken.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was the most complicated of all—shock, confusion, and even fanaticism.

"His Second Soul Ring is a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and his Fourth Soul Ring is a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. This completely overturns my understanding of the limits of Soul Ring absorption for Soul Masters."

"Most unbelievable of all, he looks so young, yet he has already reached the Soul Emperor level."

"Why was the gap between Soul Masters so enormous? I struggled for most of my life, yet my Soul Power Level never reached thirty. Meanwhile, he is only in his teens and has already become a Soul Emperor!"

"Tang San is quite good. I have always wanted to take him as my disciple, but he has never agreed."