Bing Yekong looked at the wall of people and did not move in a hurry.
He gripped the Tianshuang Sword and closed his eyes.
The Ice Dragon King Bloodline within him trembled slightly. A surge of frigid Soul Power rose from his dantian, flooding through his meridians and into the Tianshuang Sword. The icy-blue dragon-scale patterns along the blade lit up one by one, the miniature dragon wings on the guard spread open, and a faint deep-blue gleam shone from the dragon-head gem in the hilt.
Then he opened his eyes.
His sixth Soul Ring lit up.
The instant that blood-red radiance rose from the base of the Tianshuang Sword, it was as if an invisible hand had seized the entire Soul Arena by the throat.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red.
Six Soul Rings, the last one a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
Someone in the stands abruptly shot to his feet. A chair crashed to the ground with a bang, but no one looked over. Every gaze was nailed to that red ring of light as it hung heavily around Bing Yekong, slowly revolving. The pressure unique to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast spread like a tide. Though Bing Yekong had deliberately restrained most of it, even the faint trace that leaked out was enough to make those in the front rows feel the air turn sharply colder and their hearts race for no reason.
"A Hundred-Thousand-Year... Soul Ring?"
Someone muttered, his voice wavering.
"He's the captain of Skywater Academy, a Soul Emperor in his sixties? How old does he even look? Twenty?!"
"That red... is it really a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? I've never seen a real Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring before..."
The referee's breath caught for a moment, but his trained professional instincts forced him to shout, "Begin!" Even he felt