"My god! He's a Soul King too?!"
"He's only twelve, right?! A twelve-year-old Soul King?! And he has three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings?!"
Th-this can't be possible! The young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a monster too?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's faces grew unbearably grim once more. They exchanged a glance, and both saw the same shock and wariness in the other's eyes!
A twelve-year-old Soul King! With three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings! This talent was even more terrifying than Shui Bing'er's! Ning Xiaochun absolutely couldn't be allowed to live! As soon as they returned, they had to report this to His Holiness the Pope!
The smile on Yan's face froze in an instant, too. He stared at the five dazzling Soul Rings beneath Ning Xiaochun's feet, especially the three as black as ink. His pupils contracted, and a foreboding rose in his heart!
How was this possible?! Wasn't he a Support System Soul Master?! How could a Support System Soul Master have such a high Soul Power Level and such a Soul Ring Configuration?!
"Can we start now?" Ning Xiaochun asked lazily, as though it were something trivial.
Yan gritted his teeth, forcing down his shock and unease. He sneered, "Hmph! So what if you're a Soul King? You're a Support System Soul Master. Do you really think you can beat me, a Power Attack System Soul Master? Take this!"
Before he'd even finished speaking, he launched the first attack—and it was a lethal one!
"Third Soul Skill: Flame Burst!"
He thrust both hands forward. A scarlet fireball, condensed to its utmost, shot toward Ning Xiaochun with a destructive force! He held nothing back! He was going to kill Ning Xiaochun with one blow!
"Xiaochun, look out!"