Bibi Dong's Intense Killing Intent! The Douluo Continent Does Not Need Such Defying Existences!

In the VIP Seats, the folding fan in Ning Fengzhi's hand dropped to the ground with a soft snap.

He froze for several breaths before snapping back to his senses, bending down to pick up the folding fan with slightly trembling fingers.

He turned his head to look at Chen Xin, who happened to be looking right back at him.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the exact same emotion in each other's eyes: utter disbelief.

"Five black Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, two Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings." Chen Xin's voice was a few shades lower than usual, his Sword Intent fluctuating slightly. "I have lived for so many years, yet I have never seen such a thing. Even the past Pontiffs of Spirit Hall never achieved this. Just what... is this kid's background?"

Ning Fengzhi did not answer.

His gaze fell once more upon Huang Yun on the arena, his eyes-which always carried composure and calculation-now holding only a pure, unadulterated shock.

Over in the direction of Shrek, Yu Xiaogang had completely lost his mind.

He jerked up from his seat, his hands gripping the front railing as his torso leaned forward, his eyes locked dead on the seven spirit rings at Huang Yun's feet.

His lips trembled, and he didn't even bother to push his crooked glasses back into place, looking entirely as though he had been struck by lightning.

"Impossible... This is impossible..." His voice was hoarse and shaking. "Five black Ten Thousand Year, two red Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings... This completely defies the fundamental laws of Martial Soul Theory... The body of a Soul Sage rank simply cannot withstand the energy shock of Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings... How did he pull this off... How on earth did he do it... Could he