"Hiss—" As Gong Changlong appeared, he blocked the ferocious aura coming from the Fierce Beast Soul Ring. The students below finally began to come back to their senses. Looking at Gong Changlong on the stage, surrounded by nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—Cao Jinxuan could not help but suck in a cold breath. "A Titled Douluo powerhouse... terrifying indeed!!!"
In just over ten seconds, Cao Jinxuan had broken out in a cold sweat. At some point, his thin Outer Court uniform had been completely soaked through.
Whew—so it was sweat. I thought it was—
"Hiss—" On the other side, his good brother Zhou Sichen also sucked in a cold breath. The two brothers competed to make their own contribution to global warming on Douluo Star. "A Soul Ancestor powerhouse, terrifying indeed! Old Cao, do you think Brother Yuan might be a Fierce Beast who rebuilt his cultivation?!"
Still lost in thought, Zhou Sichen incredulously pinched Cao Jinxuan.
"Fuck, are you stupid? That hurt!"
His brother could feel pain. So it was not an illusion—it really was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
"How could that be? Whether during the Freshman Assessment or this Advancement Assessment, so many Titled Douluo powerhouses from the academy's upper ranks have been watching. If Brother Yuan had rebuilt his cultivation as a Soul Beast, he would have been dragged out long ago and turned into warm Soul Rings and Soul Bones!" Hearing Zhou Sichen's rather idiotic remark, Cao Jinxuan instinctively refuted him.
"Haha!!!" Hearing his good buddy's words, Zhou Sichen fiercely elbowed Cao Jinxuan, then excitedly raised both hands and shouted, "Then I say Brother Yuan is fucking awesome! Anyone object?! Old Cao, wash your neck clean and wait obediently for your brother to win your Gold Soul Coins!"
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