Seeing Meng Chen's face, Ning Fengzhi recalled that his son had seemed to warn Meng Chen that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would not let him off.
Now that his son had died miserably, as his father, he ought to help him fulfill that wish.
Thinking of how the Red Dragon Martial Soul he had painstakingly drawn had been poisoned by Dugu Bo until it oozed pus, Ning Fengzhi grew furious.
His eyes even turned bloodshot with rage, as though he had caught conjunctivitis. His usual refined and easygoing demeanor was completely cast aside as he rasped viciously at Meng Chen, "Kid, do you have any place speaking here?"
The moment Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, a vast aura abruptly erupted.
The aura was deep and boundless, appearing so suddenly and ferociously, like a tranquil sea abruptly surging into monstrous waves.
For a moment, everyone's gaze focused on Meng Chen, because that aura was coming from his direction!
Nine soul rings gradually emerged around Meng Chen, and the very first one to appear was a ten-thousand-year soul ring!
Then came black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.
The surroundings instantly fell silent.
Looking at the six black and three red soul rings, Ning Fengzhi's eyes cleared at once. The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who had been poised to strike, were so stunned that their eyes went wide, filled with shock and disbelief.
Six black and three red?
This was absurd!
And how old was this brat?
Twelve? Thirteen?
Even if he had started cultivating while he was still a tadpole, there was no way he could have reached this realm at such a young age!
Even Ye Cixin could not believe her eyes. Is this really the Xiao Chen I know?
"Impossible!" Ning Fengzhi blurted out. "How old