This was the Martial Soul of Xuan Xiao's Simulacrum Puppet—Rayquaza, hailed as the God of the Sky.
Seven Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet: purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red.
The red glow illuminated the skies above the entire Heaven Dou City, appearing especially eerie amid the storm clouds pressing down upon the city.
The Thunder Dragon Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into had originally bared its fangs and claws with overwhelming momentum, but the moment Rayquaza's phantom appeared, it began trembling violently.
It was a fear from deep within its bloodline, like the instinctive shudder of a lesser creature facing its natural predator.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression completely changed. He could clearly feel his Martial Soul wailing, fearing, retreating.
"What... what Martial Soul is this?"
Xuan Xiao clenched his fist.
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. One minute. As long as you can last one minute against me, you'll live today."
Of course, he would not let this old man die just like that. Tang Hao and his brother had yet to grow up; there was no fun in beating them.
Tang San had not even been born yet, so there was no way to beat him.
In the original world, most people his age were acquaintances, so he really could not treat them as punching bags to practice with.
As for the old fogeys, either he could not beat them, or he beat them senseless.
The ones he could not beat were people like Du Busi and Qiangu Dieting, while the ones he could beat were Soul Engineers like Jing Hongchen. As a result, there had been no one to play with him at all.
Now that he had finally run into a punching bag who had delivered himself to his doorstep, he had to have