"Hmph."
At that moment, Chen Xin spoke up as well, rudely cutting Zhao Wuji off.
Only then did Zhao Wuji notice that another man whose aura seemed no weaker than Tang Hao's was standing beside him, and he turned his gaze toward him.
Meeting Zhao Wuji's gaze, Chen Xin said nothing and merely extended a hand indifferently.
The next moment, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword martial soul appeared in his hand. At the same time, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—emerged around him. The ninth black Soul Ring carried a faint bloody-red hue, clearly a Soul Ring extremely close to the hundred-thousand-year level, likely over ninety thousand years old!
At the sight, Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted. If Tang Hao's strange "Clear Sky Bamboo Shoot" had left him uncertain of his identity, then Chen Xin's highly recognizable appearance made him recognize him at once.
"S-Sword Douluo, Your Excellency!"
Zhao Wuji could not help crying out.
In that instant, Zhao Wuji vaguely seemed to realize something.
"Mm."
Watching Zhao Wuji's expression change so drastically, Chen Xin nodded lightly. Then he glanced at Tang Hao beside him, who had put away that strange Clear Sky Hammer martial soul that looked like a "bamboo shoot." After some thought, he put away his Seven Kill Sword martial soul as well.
When facing the weak, martial souls and Soul Rings only needed to be displayed, Chen Xin thought.
"T-Two Your Excellencies, may I ask why you have sought out this junior today? Do you have any instructions for me?"
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji's earlier domineering presence vanished completely. He hurriedly bent over and saluted Chen Xin and Tang Hao, then did not forget to reply to Tang Hao in a deliberately relaxed manner.
"Oh, right, Your Excellency, you were