Seeing that his opponent had gone through the formalities, Yun Tian naturally followed suit.
Five Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple, black, and red—lit up beneath his feet. When that fifth crimson hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring appeared, cries of shock rang out across the arena.
Even Flender and Tang San, who had seen it before, still felt fear at that unparalleled pressure upon seeing it again.
Strong!
Far too strong!
The pressure from a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring made even Tang San's soul seem to tremble!
"Xiao Wu..."
After summoning that Soul Ring, Yun Tian seemed to see Xiao Wu's phantom flickering upon it again and again, leaving him momentarily distracted.
"A-a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring?! Yanyan, why didn't you tell this old man?!"
Dugu Bo's aged eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. This brat had such a powerful Soul Ring, so why had he not mentioned it sooner? Weren't they supposed to be on the same side? He had something good and was still hiding it?
"Grandpa, you never asked."
"No, I mean, could it be that I..."
Just as he was about to continue, Dugu Bo seemed to realize those words were inappropriate and immediately shut his mouth. He would wait and ask the brat later.
On the field, as the Sky-Piercing Spear appeared in Yun Tian's hand, radiating intertwined yellow and pink hues, Flender frowned. He seemed to have been restricted.
"Yun Tian, Rank 58 assault-type Soul King. Please enlighten me!"
"Rank 58! That's absolutely impossible! How could he be so much higher in rank than Little San, who possesses Twin Martial Souls?!"
Yu Xiaogang's expression was extremely unpleasant. He knew Yun Tian was a Soul King, but he had not expected him to be a Soul King on the verge of becoming a Soul Emperor!
At the side, Tang San