"So what exactly is your Martial Soul? Can you show it to us?" Ghost Leopard Douluo asked.
At this moment, he was extremely curious about Liu Guanyi's Martial Soul. As an agility-attack Titled Douluo, he had actually failed to take down a seven-ring food-type Soul Master. That left Ghost Leopard Douluo feeling rather bitter.
Moreover, Ghost Leopard Douluo could tell that the Pope was quite interested in Liu Guanyi, so he rushed to ask first.
Fang Yuan fell silent for a moment before saying, "All right, but you'll need to be patient."
With that, his first Soul Ring lit up.
Everyone held their breath and stared at Fang Yuan, wanting to see what kind of Martial Soul this genius Soul Engineer possessed.
Then the scene froze.
No one knew how much time had passed. Seeing Liu Guanyi's Soul Ring remain lit without producing any reaction, the four elders, Bibi Dong, and Hu Liena were all somewhat speechless.
Did his Martial Soul really need this long to activate a Soul Skill?
That really wasn't much help in battle! Unless it was prepared beforehand, who would give him time to activate it once a fight began?
Seconds ticked by. Though everyone felt speechless, no one interrupted Liu Guanyi.
After all, everyone present was a Soul Master of considerable rank. Even Hu Liena, the weakest among them, already possessed six Soul Rings. Naturally, they knew better than to interrupt a Soul Skill someone had been preparing for so long.
Then, after the time it took to burn two incense sticks, just as the impatient Demon Bear Douluo had started picking at his hands with his head lowered—
A flash of light appeared, and a small bead the size of a knuckle suddenly materialized in Liu Guanyi's hand. It was perfectly round and crystal-clear.