Strong and Dominant, Gang Up on Him

After hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Dai Mubai immediately turned around. His gaze swept over Ao Yin, Tang San, and the others as he introduced him solemnly.

"Teacher Zhao is known as the Immovable Bright King. His martial soul is the Mighty Vajra Bear, a top-tier assault-type beast martial soul."

"If you want to last a full incense stick in his hands, don't confront him head-on!"

"Only by working together as a group will you have a chance of passing!"

The moment he finished speaking, a delicate snort suddenly rang out.

Xiao Wu raised her little face, her eyes full of defiance. She clearly had not taken his warning to heart.

"What's wrong with confronting him head-on? There are five of us!"

"Brother Ao is a genuine three-ring Soul Elder!"

"It's only one incense stick. I think we'd have no problem knocking Teacher Zhao over outright!"

Xiao Wu was innocent and confident by nature. She felt that with the strength of monsters like them, five against one would be easy.

Tang San, on the other hand, was completely different. He looked calmly at Dai Mubai and asked in a serious tone.

"Senior Mubai, what is Teacher Zhao's cultivation? Is he a Soul Emperor like the teacher at the entrance?"

"Not a Soul Emperor."

Dai Mubai gently shook his head. His tone was calm, but there was a hint of heaviness beneath it.

Xiao Wu instantly breathed a sigh of relief, patting her flat chest as a smug smile rose on her face.

"Then we've got this!"

"If he's not a Soul Emperor, we can definitely pass. Maybe we can even make him suffer a little!"

Xiao Wu was thrilled, her heart filled with delight.

But the next second, Dai Mubai's words directly extinguished everyone's confidence.

"Teacher Zhao is a level seventy-six assault-type Soul Sage."

Boom!

Those few words were like thunder exploding beside their ears.

Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted, his face full of disbelief.

The smile on Xiao Wu's face instantly froze. Her little mouth parted slightly as she was completely dumbfounded.

Even Ning Rongrong, who had always been calm and quiet, was shaken to the core, her expression instantly turning grave.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had remained silent throughout, cold and sparing with words, also saw a sudden change in her narrow eyes.

A trace of gravity stained her cool face, and her slender body tensed slightly.

A Soul Sage!

That was a top-tier powerhouse far beyond a Soul Emperor!

None of the five of them had even exceeded level thirty, yet they were supposed to face a Soul Sage?

And hold out for an entire incense stick?

How was this an assessment?

It was clearly an impossible trial in a hopeless situation!

Unless Zhao Wuji deliberately went easy on them the entire time, even if all five joined forces, they would struggle to last half an incense stick, much less a full one!

A deathly silence instantly enveloped the entire area. Their breathing stalled slightly, and their hearts were filled with pressure.

Just as everyone was trembling inwardly and beginning to feel fear.

A figure slowly stepped out from the crowd.

It was Ao Yin!

His expression was composed, without the slightest trace of panic. He raised a hand and waved.

Buzz—!

Ice and fire erupted as the Coiling Dragon Staff slammed heavily into the ground, its body trembling without end!

At the same time, three soul rings appeared beneath his feet—two pale white and one yellow—but their colors abruptly changed.

Three pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath Ao Yin's feet, layering over one another as they circled his body.

The black soul rings glimmered with an eerie light. Vast, violent Soul Power swept outward like a tidal wave, viciously crashing into the minds of everyone present.

Tang San's eyes flew wide open. His body stiffened, and his breath suddenly caught.

Ten... ten-thousand-year soul rings!?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

His teacher had told him that there was a limit to the soul rings a soul master could absorb. Ordinary people found it difficult to break through that limit. It was almost impossible for someone to possess nothing but ten-thousand-year soul rings!

All three were ten-thousand-year black rings. This completely overturned his understanding of the world of soul masters!

Xiao Wu covered her little mouth, her large eyes round with astonishment and full of amazement.

Brother Ao was too strong! Three pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings—just looking at them made her blood surge!

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled slightly. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had exceptional knowledge, and there was nothing truly impossible in this world. Yet she had never seen such a terrifying youth.

At such a young age, he possessed three ten-thousand-year soul rings. Among the younger generation across the entire continent, it would be hard to find anyone who could rival such a foundation!

Zhu Zhuqing's narrow eyes contracted violently, monstrous waves rising in the lake of her cool heart.

She quietly gazed at those three heavy black soul rings, her eyes lingering for a long time on Ao Yin's upright figure. The strange emotions in her heart grew increasingly intense.

Dai Mubai, standing nearby, felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. His throat bobbed as he instinctively swallowed.

He had originally thought he had already greatly overestimated Ao Yin's strength. Only now did he understand that the other party still had such a terrifying trump card hidden away. Three ten-thousand-year soul rings—such a configuration was simply absurd!

Not far away, Zhao Wuji's previously casual expression vanished in an instant. His rugged face became incomparably solemn, his gaze locked tightly onto the black soul rings beneath Ao Yin's feet.

As a level seventy-six Soul Sage, he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to obtain ten-thousand-year soul rings.

A teenage Soul Elder with three ten-thousand-year soul rings—such a thing was unheard of!

The entire assessment grounds fell silent. Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Ao Yin, who stood proudly before them.

The three ten-thousand-year soul rings slowly rose and fell. A black glow shrouded the youth's body as an unmatched pressure gradually spread outward.

Ao Yin said calmly, "The four of you attack first. Hold out for however long you can."

As his words fell, Ao Yin gripped the dragon staff in one hand and slowly pulled the Coiling Dragon Staff from the ground.

Staff energy crisscrossed the air, ice and fire bearing down as he pointed it directly at Zhao Wuji, who stood nearby with his eyes closed in rest. "Leave all the remaining time to me alone!"

The moment those words landed, the entire area fell silent.

Tang San's pupils shifted slightly. Arrogant!

This Ao Yin was far too arrogant.

However, when he saw the three ten-thousand-year black rings beneath Ao Yin's feet, he felt that Ao Yin had the capital to be arrogant.

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the youth before her.

Ao Yin was too dazzling!

She had always been proud and competitive, yet for the first time, she willingly admitted defeat in her heart.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing nearby, felt the ripples in her cool heart spread completely outward.

She had always been indifferent toward young men in this world and had seen far too many who were impetuous and frivolous. Her clear eyes narrowed slightly as she quietly watched the youth's upright back.

Ao Yin, what kind of person are you?

You are impossible to see through. I only hope you are completely different from those shallow people of this world.

After the brief shock, everyone quickly came back to their senses.

Tang San steadied himself and took the initiative to speak. "We should still discuss our tactics!"

The four nodded slightly. They did not possess Ao Yin's strength and had to prepare properly for the coming battle. They exchanged a few simple words.

Just then, Zhao Wuji, who had been quietly resting with his eyes closed, suddenly curled his lips upward.

A playful smile climbed onto his rugged face.

His eyes abruptly opened!

Two sharp rays shot forth, and his immense aura instantly locked onto the entire area.

He looked at Ao Yin, who stood with an extraordinary presence and absolute confidence, then spoke in a deep voice.

"Little ones, finished discussing it?"

"Looks like you're very confident in your own strength."

Ao Yin's expression did not change as he replied calmly.

"Confidence is part of strength."

"Teacher Zhao, feel free to test it."

"But first, play with my teammates for a while. For the remaining time, I would like to properly exchange pointers with Teacher Zhao."

Upon hearing that, Zhao Wuji could not help shaking his head with a laugh as he walked toward them step by step.

His footsteps were heavy. Every step made the ground tremble slightly.

"Hehe, you've got quite a few little tricks."

"You want your companions to drain my Soul Power first, then take advantage of it at the end?"

"Young man, aren't you being a little too naive?"

"Wishful thinking!"

Boom—!

As those four words fell, heaven and earth abruptly changed!

The terrifying Soul Power hidden within Zhao Wuji's body erupted wildly without reservation. His vast, ocean-like Soul Power surged into the sky as fierce winds swept through the area, sending sand and stones flying!