As a candidate undergoing the Rakshasa God's trials, Bibi Dong could tell that the aura rising around Su Chen was one only a god could possess.
Yet Bibi Dong was deeply puzzled. Her divine trials offered only one chance to receive a God-Given Soul Ring. She had also consulted relevant ancient texts and learned that anyone undergoing divine trials could receive a God-Given Soul Ring only once in their lifetime. If Bibi Dong remembered correctly, this was already Su Chen's third.
"He received another God-Given Soul Ring?"
Inside Spirit Hall's Douluo Hall, where its revered elders resided, a white-haired old man opened his eyes. His gaze pierced the void as he looked in astonishment toward the tournament arena.
Su Chen's body gradually began to tremble. As time passed, the trembling grew increasingly violent. An unhealthy flush surfaced on his skin.
Su Chen had once defeated Zhao Wuji, who was above rank seventy, using Taijutsu alone. Although Zhao Wuji had not used his martial soul at the time, that was still enough to show just how formidable Su Chen's physique was.
Now, the pain coursing through Su Chen was enough to make even his body shudder and tremble. That alone showed how excruciating it was.
With a whoosh, golden light surged out of Su Chen's body and coalesced behind him into a seventy-meter-long five-clawed golden dragon.
"Could that be a God-Given Soul Ring?" Yu Xiaogang exclaimed.
Drawn by the commotion behind them, Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and the others stopped instead of leaving. They turned to look at Su Chen as he received his God-Given Soul Ring.
"You know about God-Given Soul Rings too?" Tang Hao's gaze was exceptionally grave. A trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.
"Teacher, Dad, what is a God-Given Soul Ring?" Tang San asked