"Ugh!"
Xuan Xiao sighed and looked Ah Rou over.
"Stay out of this. I have a way to handle it."
Ah Rou nodded and turned to Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu, go get your Aunt Erlong."
Xiao Wu answered and ran out, her rabbit ears bouncing.
Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, glanced at Xuan Xiao and stepped closer.
"Should we call you Xuan Xiao or Xuanqiao? And what level are you now?"
She remembered her father saying Xuan Xiao had already been a Soul King more than twenty years ago. Even if he had slept all that time, even if his vitality had been drained, he should have had more than four rings.
Zhu Zhuqing came closer too. She had decided to stop pursuing that position, but she still admired strength.
Xuan Xiao glanced at them, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Call me Xuan Xiao. We're the same person anyway. As for my level..."
Hum!
A phantom Explosive Giant Fist appeared behind him, its massive form nearly filling the room.
Six Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet: red, red, red, red, orange-gold, and purple-gold.
Their light filled the room, and the pressure left everyone struggling to breathe.
Ning Rongrong's pupils contracted. Her mouth fell open.
Six Soul Rings? Four red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, one Orange-Gold Soul Ring, and one Purple-Gold Soul Ring?
What kind of lineup was that?
Her father, Ning Fengzhi, was a level seventy-nine Soul Sage and had met plenty of Titled Douluo. Yet she had never heard of anyone possessing four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings.
Hum!
Just then, another Soul Ring rose beneath Xuan Xiao's feet. It was deep blue, streaked with silver.
As soon as it appeared, the room seemed to grow colder. An indescribable, mysterious presence filled the air.
Ning Rongrong's eyes went wide, and