Looking at the supremely confident Niu Gao before him, Lin Ya spoke in a low voice:
"Be careful!"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Deep, heavy hums from soul rings suddenly erupted. One after another, four soul rings black as ink and glimmering with profound dark light slowly rose from beneath Lin Ya's feet without warning!
Four Ten Thousand Year soul rings! And the color of every ring was rich to the extreme. That ink-black darkness was even several shades deeper than Niu Gao's own seventh soul ring—they were undeniably genuine Thirty Thousand Year Ten Thousand Year soul rings!
"Ten... Ten Thousand Year soul rings? And there are... four of them?! How is that possible?!"
Niu Gao's pupils abruptly contracted. His bell-sized eyes were fixed on Lin Ya, his face filled with incredulous shock.
He had lived for most of his life and seen countless gifted soul masters, but he had never seen anyone possess Ten Thousand Year soul rings at such a low level—much less four Thirty Thousand Year soul rings right from the start!
Just where had this monstrous brat come from? His first soul ring was already a Ten Thousand Year one—this completely defied the common sense of the soul master world!
Suddenly, Niu Gao thought of an absurd possibility:
"Twin... Twin Martial Souls!"
That was right. Only Twin Martial Souls could break convention, allowing one to attach high-age soul rings to a secondary martial soul beyond their level after possessing a primary martial soul!
"No!" Niu Gao quickly denied the possibility again.
To safely attach Thirty Thousand Year soul rings, one's cultivation had to be at least at the Soul Sage level! But Lin Ya looked no more than a teenager. How could he possibly possess the cultivation of a Soul Sage?
Niu Gao could not help asking,