Ice Explosion

Ling Jing naturally failed to notice Su Jie's reaction. His attention was completely fixed on that pitch-black Soul Ring.

Of course, if he had known what Su Jie was thinking, he probably would have laughed disdainfully.

What were Twin Martial Souls worth?

As long as he could break through to the Titled Douluo realm, he could be considered to have nine Martial Souls! By contracting one person, he could copy that person's Martial Soul. Once he reached the cultivation of a Titled Douluo, how was that not nine Martial Souls?

Oh, no.

Bibi Dong alone had two Martial Souls, so this should count as ten Martial Souls.

Although his clones' copied Martial Souls were weaker, that had nothing to do with his main body. While his main body could only copy one Martial Soul at a time and had to switch to use another, normal Twin Martial Souls also required switching, so there was basically no difference.

The only difference was that all the Martial Souls he copied would have Soul Ring configurations identical to those of his Mirror Beast Emperor Martial Soul.

Ling Jing sat down cross-legged on the spot, adjusted his breathing and condition, then closed his eyes and focused.

Although his physical strength and spiritual power had been assessed by Qian Daoliu, who confirmed that he could challenge a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast for his fourth Soul Ring, this was still absorbing a Soul Ring beyond his level. He had to be cautious.

The instant the Soul Ring descended onto Ling Jing, an enormous surge of energy flooded into his body like a burst dam, violent and turbulent.

Yet Ling Jing's body merely trembled slightly before quickly adapting to the savage impact. There was not even much pain on his face.

Qian Daoliu showed no surprise