Jiang Chen's standing in their hearts was nowhere near Qian Renxue's.
Whether in terms of talent or anything else.
But just moments ago, they had involuntarily developed a trace of respect for Jiang Chen.
Because on the way here, when they had asked Jiang Chen about his cultivation level, he had not concealed it.
At level eighty-four, his cultivation had already surpassed Qian Renxue's current level, and Jiang Chen was five years younger than her.
This shocked the two worshippers, who had spent years in seclusion deep within Elder Hall, completely changing their view of this Holy Son.
Thus, they did not consider Jiang Chen's challenge to Qian Daoliu to be overestimating himself. On the contrary, they greatly admired him.
Though they knew Jiang Chen could not win, the courage to challenge an Ultimate Douluo with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo was enough to prevent them from feeling the slightest contempt for him.
Qian Daoliu fixed his gaze on Jiang Chen. "Begin. Grandfather will not hold back in the slightest. I will show you the gap between yourself and a level ninety-nine powerhouse."
He had decided to go all out. After all, Jiang Chen would be challenging Tang Chen in the future. If he went easy on him, he would only be harming Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen nodded. "Grandfather, you should be careful in a moment."
As he spoke, his soul rings emerged.
Eight deep-red soul rings stood out vividly beneath the midday sun, causing the two worshippers watching the battle to freeze on the spot.
One of them pinched the other and muttered, "My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? Eight... eight hundred-thousand-year soul rings?"
The other sucked in a sharp breath and slapped away the hand pinching him, answering stiffly, "You didn't see wrong, because