Seventh Soul Skill, Holy Dragon Avatar!
This time, facing Chen Xin, Wang Zhao was intrigued. He did not have Golden Scale manifest, instead directly activating his seventh soul skill and entering the Eight-Colored Armament state, intending to take the field personally.
Wang Zhao: A mage who doesn't want to fight in close combat isn't a good Beast Tamer~
It was worth mentioning that Wang Zhao's mysterious Soul Rings, as seen by outsiders, remained hidden as always.
The next moment, Wang Zhao donned a broad white, nearly transparent battle robe. He wore the Silver Backplate, Dark Green, Nearly Black Vambraces, Azure Purple-Patterned Greaves, Mysterious Yellow Battle Boots, and Golden Breastplate. Behind him, the Ice Blue Left Dragon Wing and Crimson Gold Right Dragon Wing slowly unfurled. He leisurely extended his left hand forward and made a grasping motion, and the Platinum Dragon Spear appeared.
Wang Zhao smiled and skillfully spun the Platinum Dragon Spear several times before abruptly holding it behind him. His entire aura instantly turned razor-sharp.
"Ah! Hall Lord!"
Wang Zhao's appearance naturally drew cries from several female Soul Master fans in the stands below, their eyes brimming with hearts.
Opposite Wang Zhao, Chen Xin's aura was no weaker. He casually flicked his sword in a flourish, and as his eyes closed and opened, an invisible profundity seemed to spread outward, making Wang Zhao's gaze narrow slightly.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Chen Xin now seemed to possess a faint trace of a true "swordsman's" bearing in Wang Zhao's eyes. It was no longer merely the effect of his appearance and his Martial Soul being maintained through Soul Power, as before; there seemed to be something deeper within him.
Interesting...
After giving it some thought, Wang Zhao suddenly suggested, "Sword Douluo, how about we settle this match