Han Jian looked at Gu Qiu'er across from him, hoping to see a trace of panic on her face.
But there was none.
As she looked at the enormous Heavenly Armor Shield, her eyes actually lit up.
Gu Qiu'er tightened her grip on the Golden Dragon Spear. Golden radiance surged along its shaft, and the phantom of a Golden Dragon dozens of yards long soared up behind her. Its head dipped, its crimson eyes gazing coldly down at the seven members of the Heavenly Armor Sect.
Seven soul rings, six black and one red, slowly rose from beneath her feet.
Gu Qiu'er lifted her head to look at the massive shield, her lips curving into a brilliant smile.
"Seven-in-one? Interesting. But how many thrusts can you withstand?"
Holding the Golden Dragon Spear, Gu Qiu'er swept it horizontally. A golden spear ray tore through the air, hurtling straight toward the massive shield.
But before the spear ray even touched its surface, the stands had already erupted.
"Wait! Look at her soul rings!"
A Soul Master shot to his feet, pointing at the arena with a trembling finger.
"Six black... and one red?!"
"A red soul ring? A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!"
"Impossible! How old does she look? Seventeen or eighteen? A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!"
An uproar swept through the stands. Countless spectators rose from their seats, craning their necks and staring fixedly at Gu Qiu'er's seven soul rings.
Six ink-black ten thousand year soul rings surrounded a blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring, their shifting radiance in the sunlight making hearts tremble.
That streak of red was far too dazzling, so dazzling that the entire arena was bathed in a bloody halo.
"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring... it really is a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"
"What kind of monsters are the Abyss Cult? That Xiao Xiao