"Xiao Heng, what are you spacing out for?! Hurry up and absorb the Soul Ring!"
The moment Qian Wuji saw the blood-colored Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring take shape, he immediately shouted down at Qian Renheng from midair.
"Yes, Great-Uncle!"
With a gentle flap of the Black Raven Six Wings behind him, he drifted down like a falling leaf, landing atop the corpse of the Hell Death Sea Urchin, which was as massive as a small hill.
The Hell Death Sea Urchin was simply too enormous. Its flat, broad black shell was practically a natural miniature Martial Arts Arena.
Qian Renheng did not fuss over it. He sat down cross-legged directly atop the gigantic corpse, formed a meditation seal with his hands, and began drawing in and absorbing this supreme Soul Ring.
"Buzz!"
Drawn by Qian Renheng's Soul Power, the scarlet Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring hovering in the air seemed to answer some mysterious summons.
It slowly descended, finally settling around Qian Renheng's body and beginning to rise and fall rhythmically with his steady breathing.
The instant the Soul Ring entered his body, an incomparably vast and violently savage force, like floodwaters bursting through a collapsed dam, surged madly through Qian Renheng's meridians and into every limb and bone!
"Hiss..."
Even though Qian Renheng had been mentally prepared, he still could not help drawing in a sharp breath as he endured an infusion of energy equivalent to the full cultivation of an ordinary Title Douluo.
The energy contained within a Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring truly is immense—so domineering it sends chills down one's spine!
Qian Renheng marveled inwardly. Not daring to slacken in the slightest, he immediately focused all his attention on circulating the Soul Power within his body, desperately refining and guiding this wild external energy.
At the same time.
The most fatal