Watching Tang Hao's aura erupt like a tsunami, Ling Yi smiled, the way one might smile after seeing an actor perform an amusing scene onstage.
Was Tang Hao stupid?
Of course he was not. If he were, he never could have cultivated his Soul Power to level 90 in his forties.
To be fair, Tang Hao was simply unwilling to use his head. When things happened, he liked to solve them with force. Charge in, and that was that.
This aspect of his personality came in small part from the influence of the Tang Family's martial soul bloodline, in part from how smoothly his growth had gone, and even more from his arrogance toward his own strength.
Of course, with Tang Hao's background, talent, aptitude, and strength that surpassed his peers and even the previous generation of Soul Masters, he truly did have the right to charge ahead, to sweep away every problem he encountered with force.
But that did not mean he could not think. When he encountered a powerful enemy, or even a troublesome matter, he would also observe and plan.
Having already been driven into a dead end once again because of carelessness, thanks to Yue Guan and Gui Mei's sudden attack, he would not let himself fall a third time into that state of waiting to be slaughtered.
So when he saw Ling Yi smile, even though he was incomparably furious, he still forced himself to remain calm. At the first possible moment, he stirred his Soul Power and poured it to the limit into his seventh, eighth, and ninth soul rings.
Crack—
A faint yet clear sound of shattering rang in everyone's ears. Two black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and one red hundred-thousand-year soul ring exploded with a boom under everyone's gaze.
Red-black flames