Tang Shuo paused and turned around.
Hu Yan Zhen had somehow appeared behind him.
The Elephant Armor Sect's sect master no longer wore even a trace of his former arrogance or politeness. In its place was a hint of... supplication.
"Sir... just who are you?"
he asked in a trembling voice.
To severely wound his grandson with a single punch after he had unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar—such strength likely rivaled that of an ordinary Soul Emperor, perhaps even a Soul Saint!
And it had been pure physical strength!
This had already surpassed everything he knew.
Tang Shuo looked at him without answering.
He merely raised his foot.
Then lightly stamped down.
Buzz—!
Three Spirit Rings silently rose from beneath his feet.
The instant those three Spirit Rings appeared, Hu Yan Zhen's pupils constricted.
A level-forty Soul Ancestor?
No... that wasn't right!
The power behind that punch could never have belonged to a Soul Ancestor!
Just how much strength had he concealed?
Yet before he could recover from his shock—
The next moment.
Above that purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring—
A circle...
Scarlet as blood and incomparably sinister slowly emerged!
The instant the ring appeared, an indescribably terrifying pressure descended upon the entire valley like a primordial beast awakening from slumber!
Every disciple of the Elephant Armor Sect turned pale beneath that pressure. Their legs went weak, and they nearly fell to their knees on the spot!
Hu Yan Zhen felt as though an invisible hand had gripped his heart, making even breathing difficult!
His eyes were fixed on the blood-red Spirit Ring slowly pulsing beneath Tang Shuo's feet, as though they were about to burst from their sockets!
"Red... a red... fourth ring..."
"Ten... ten thousand years?!"
His voice twisted out of shape from overwhelming terror and shock.
A monster