Ning Rongrong froze.
Those words pierced her turbulent heart like a stabilizing needle.
"B-but that's a Title Douluo..." she blurted out instinctively.
Before she could finish the rest.
Yang Xing had already stepped forward.
Soul Rings began appearing around him one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—
He took only a few light steps.
Without unleashing any Soul Power, he casually walked in front of Ning Rongrong. By then, his ninth red Soul Ring had already appeared.
Ning Rongrong's eyes filled with astonishment and shock.
Then Yang Xing waved his right hand to the side.
As if swatting away flies.
The two mutated beams that could turn all things into stone actually froze in midair the instant they collided with the wind from Yang Xing's palm.
Immediately afterward, that overwhelmingly tyrannical petrifying energy was suppressed in reverse by an even more terrifying force. Together with the beams themselves, it was forcibly condensed into a tangible gray stone pillar in an instant, then shattered with a crash into dust all over the ground beneath Yang Xing's casual palm strike.
Stone fragments scattered in every direction, drifting to either side and sinking into the rock walls and soil.
Dugu Bo, who had landed on the cliff wall, halted.
His emerald-green pupils suddenly contracted.
He had lived for most of his life, and his combat experience was immensely rich. The strength, angle, and method of energy dismantling in that young man's earlier swing were not something an ordinary Soul Master could achieve.
Even his prized head bone soul skill, Medusa's Gaze, could be physically shattered so easily...
That effortless bearing...
And those were actually... nine Soul Rings!
What kind of joke was this? Such a young person was actually a Title Douluo? And that red Soul Ring?
Dugu Bo