Self-Created Soul Skill?

The moment the words fell, Yue Ling's gaze sharpened.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed with golden light from his palm, filled with violent beauty. Yellow, purple, purple, and black—four Spirit Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

One of the students' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Damn, am I seeing this right? A Soul Ancestor?"

"A second-year student? A ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring? When did our academy produce someone like this?"

"No, that Spirit Ring configuration is terrifying!"

The crowd cried out in alarm, each of them hunching forward with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

One had to know that the limit for a third Spirit Ring was 1,760 years, while a fourth Spirit Ring was only 5,000 years. In other words, Yue Ling's Spirit Rings exceeded the limits by at least 5,000 years?

Was this really a physique a second-year student could possess?

Dai Yueheng did not dare let his guard down. He let out a low roar, unwilling to be outdone, as Soul Power erupted from his body.

Golden fur instantly covered his body, carrying the majesty of a tiger as the White Tiger Martial Soul fully possessed him. Yellow, yellow, purple—three Spirit Rings rose in sequence, and the gap in their cultivation levels was laid bare before everyone present.

Three rings against four. With such a difference in Soul Power and Spirit Rings, how could he fight?

Dai Yueheng swiftly withdrew his Spirit Rings. He had no intention of probing his opponent. Winning the match was his goal.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

"Roar—!"

A deep tiger's roar echoed across the arena.

Dai Yueheng's body rapidly swelled at a visible rate. His muscles bulged, and his physique instantly became several times more powerful. He had directly entered his strongest state.

Yue Ling hesitated