The clamor of the Star Luo Grand Stadium seemed to have been paused at that moment.
Tang Wulin walked slowly onto the Arena. His expression was calm as still water, but every step seemed to carry a heavy rhythm.
Opposite him, Sima Xian was already braced for battle. As a genius of Star Luo Royal Academy, he knew all too well how important this match was.
"Martial Soul, Bullhorn Dragon!"
Sima Xian growled, and his body abruptly swelled. Dark golden scales covered him from head to toe, and the domineering aura unique to a power attack system Soul Master swept outward.
Then five soul rings rose from beneath his feet.
Purple, purple, purple, purple, purple!
Five Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
This was unquestionably a near-perfect showing. Among his peers, those with five Thousand-Year Soul Rings were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Sima Xian was confident in this, too. He believed his explosive strength was enough to crush most opponents.
"Hmph, come on!"
Sima Xian roared, trying to overwhelm his opponent with sheer presence.
Tang Wulin looked at him, the corners of his lips lifting into a gentle yet inscrutable smile.
"Since you're so full of energy, let me show you what a real gap in strength looks like."
Tang Wulin slowly raised his right hand, and his eyes instantly turned a brilliant gold.
"Blue Silver Emperor, second awakening!"
Boom!
A life force as vast as the sea swept across the entire arena in an instant, as though an ancient, slumbering God had suddenly awakened.
Sima Xian felt his breath catch. The trembling deep within his soul almost made him turn and flee.
Then eight soul rings slowly rose from beneath Tang Wulin's feet.
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red!
Eight bright red soul rings!
Their dazzling