Fake! It's impossible for a person to have a ten-thousand-year cultivation in the first ring!

Leng Yaozhu sat in the spectator stand, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the faces of the Shrek Academy students, which were twisted in shock.

The corners of her lips curled slightly.

It was just a ten-thousand-year spirit ring; look at how shocked they were.

Truly ignorant.

Of course, this would only be true if one ignored her own phoenix eyes, which were also slightly upturned and filled with pride.

And the way she unconsciously puffed out her chest, which contradicted the words she had just spoken.

Although Xiao Xiao had already seen Gu An's ten-thousand-year first ring before, seeing it again still left her small face full of shock.

Moreover, this time, she felt a sense of shared honor and disgrace in her heart.

That was her brother.

She couldn't help but puff out her own small chest and lift her chin slightly.

On the field.

Wang Dong was also shocked beyond measure, her eyes wide and her small mouth opening and closing.

"How is your first spirit ring ten thousand years old?"

Her voice couldn't help but waver, carrying a hint of femininity that shouldn't have been there.

Huo Yuhao, on the other hand, was relatively calm.

After all, his own first spirit ring was a genuine million-year one.

Although it was white, its quality was set in stone.

Even so, his suddenly constricted pupils showed that his heart was far from calm.

His first spirit ring was indeed a million-year one.

But Brother Sky Dream had also said that its current power didn't reach the million-year level at all and needed to be gradually unsealed as his strength increased.

Yet the ten-thousand-year spirit ring on that guy opposite him was a real, solid ten-thousand-year ring, with no discounts whatsoever!!

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

He kept refuting it in his heart.

"Without a million-year spirit beast like Brother Sky Dream voluntarily sacrificing itself, how could a six-year-old child possibly withstand a ten-thousand-year spirit ring?"

Seeming to think of something, he turned his head abruptly to look at Wang Dong.

"Wang Dong, calm down!"

"Maybe his martial soul's ability is just a disguise."

"It's impossible for anyone's first spirit ring to be ten thousand years old!"

Hearing Huo Yuhao say this, Wang Dong snapped out of her shock.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the ink-black spirit ring at Gu An's feet before shifting away.

Her face once again revealed that extremely arrogant expression.

"Don't tell me this isn't a real ten-thousand-year spirit ring."

"Even if it is, so what?"

"No matter what, you are still just a one-ring spirit master right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Radiant Goddess Butterfly wings behind her flapped violently.

"First Spirit Skill! Wing Guillotine!"

The yellow hundred-year spirit ring beneath her suddenly lit up, shining brightly.

A metallic luster appeared on the edges of the Radiant Goddess Butterfly's wings, and a sharp aura radiated from them.

Wang Dong transformed into a blue streak of light, her wings like blades, slashing straight toward Gu An.

Gu An looked at her self-deceiving appearance, a mocking arc curling the corners of his lips.

One must drink their chicken soup.

Impossible? Huo Yuhao, you really are a hypocrite, having a million-year first spirit ring yourself and then saying something like that.

He shook his head.

His gaze shifted from Wang Dong and landed on Huo Yuhao's face as he spoke with pointed meaning.

"Not everyone's spirit rings are disguised."

Hearing these meaningful words, Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted sharply.

He understood.

This guy, just like that woman in the Star Dou Great Forest, was coming for Brother Sky Dream.

Therefore, it was no surprise that he knew the secret of his spirit rings.

Huo Yuhao dared not let Gu An continue, so he whipped his head around and roared at Wang Dong.

"Wang Dong, I'll support you. End this quickly!"

"He only has an instrument spirit; he's no match for you once you get close."

Hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Wang Dong nodded repeatedly while suspended in mid-air.

She had been thinking the same thing.

An instrument spirit trying to compete with a beast spirit in close-quarters combat?

That took a lot of courage.

Watching them openly conspire right in front of him, Gu An let out a cold sneer.

"Want to get close?"

"You'll have to earn the chance first."

He raised the Dragon Phoenix Soul Sound Flute to his lips, pressed them against the cold surface, and began to play.

"First Spirit Skill! Whispering Melody."

The flute music flowed from the holes, clear and melodious.

A Dragon-Phoenix Phantom emerged from the flute.

A dragon and a phoenix intertwined as they flew out, carrying visible air currents and rhythmic sound waves as they surged toward the charging Wang Dong.

The sound waves enveloped Wang Dong entirely.

The moment she was surrounded by the melody, she sensed that something was wrong.

Her speed had actually slowed down.

Even though her wings were still flapping hard and her spirit power was being output at full capacity, it felt as if she had fallen into deep water.

Every inch of forward movement required much more effort than usual!

This unexpected situation made her cry out in alarm.

"A support-type spirit skill?!"

She had assumed that if this guy had the guts to go one-on-one against a two-ring Great Spirit Master like her, he had to be a power-attack type at the very least.

Even an agility-attack type would have been acceptable.

But looking at it now.

You're a damn support-type.

Where was this "all-rounder" status? Where was the versatility?

Still, a support-type was fine; it wasn't like he was eating her out of house and home.

It would be even easier to beat him up!

A ferocious expression appeared on Wang Dong's face, her eyes filled with the confidence of someone in total control.

"You're just a support-type spirit master, yet you dare to be so arrogant."

"Slowing me down? Do you really think that's going to work?"

The second purple spirit ring beneath her lit up immediately.

"Second Spirit Skill! Butterfly God's Light!"

Buffs fully engaged!

Hearing Wang Dong's words, Huo Yuhao's face was also filled with pleasant surprise.

A support-type—he was actually a support-type.

This was in the bag.

How could a support-type fight?

A support-type was destined to be defeated by them!

His Spiritual Detection Sharing was still active on Wang Dong, and her vision clearly displayed Gu An's position.

He was standing in place, holding his flute, not moving an inch.

What kind of trouble could a support-type spirit master possibly cause?

Before the surprise on their faces could fully bloom, the expressions of the several Pavilion Elders led by Mu En—that group of old foxes who had lived for over a hundred years—changed simultaneously.

"Something's wrong!"

"How could a support-type spirit master have the guts to fight a power-attack type head-on?"

"Let alone taking on two at once!"

They looked openly toward Leng Yaozhu, only to find that there wasn't even a trace of worry on her face.

With all these signs piling up, they knew something was definitely wrong.

Gu An's soul skill was absolutely not this simple.

The ominous premonition in their hearts grew even stronger!

Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, preparing to call out a warning.

But their voices did not even have the chance to escape their throats.

In the center of the arena, the corners of Gu An's mouth curled upward.

He revealed an expression that clearly said, "You've fallen for it."

"How truly foolish."

His voice drifted from behind the flute, carrying a hint of undisguised mockery.

"Since you already sensed something was wrong, how dare you still charge over so carelessly."

"Have you never died before?"

As Gu An spoke, his gaze swept up and down over Wang Dong.

None.

Big chest and no brains; he only saw the lack of brains.

He shook his head.

"Can't you feel the wind picking up? Now, it's your turn to dance~"

Hearing Gu An's cryptic words, Wang Dong's brows furrowed.

Wind picking up.

What wind?

And what was this about dancing?

How could she possibly dance for him!

She had no idea what Gu An was talking about.

But her sixth sense was screaming a warning, causing her to instinctively prepare for action.

However...

It was already too late!

From the very beginning, she had never truly taken Gu An seriously.

Especially after discovering that he was a support-type soul master, she had charged in recklessly!

Musical ripples grew increasingly dense around her, wrapping her entire body tightly.

The moment Gu An's voice fell.

The musical notes, which had previously only been somewhat uncomfortable, suddenly changed!

A cyan glow flickered along the edges of the musical ripples, and a sharp, piercing aura radiated from every single wave, stinging the exposed skin on Wang Dong's body.

At the same time, Huo Yuhao's anxious cry reached Wang Dong's ears.

"Wang Dong, look out!!!"

"Dodge quickly!!!"

"Those musical notes have all turned into Wind Blades!!!!"