"Eight treasures turn, glazed tiles shine. The eight treasures have names. First: Strength..."
"The eight treasures have names. Second: Speed..."
"The eight treasures have names..."
Ning Fengzhi said nothing more to Tang Chen, but his actions had already made Tang Chen's eyes widen.
"Wait, what did he say? Eight treasures?"
"Ning Fengzhi, your martial soul has evolved from seven treasures into the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!"
He looked closely.
It really had!
Tang Chen saw eight colors of treasured light-red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and more-fly almost simultaneously from the little pagoda hovering above Ning Fengzhi's hand and land on Sword Douluo.
After those eight beams of treasured light flooded into Sword Douluo, his strength soared!
"Magnificent!"
He could not help crying out. In the blink of an eye, his soul power had broken through the Level 98 barrier.
And it showed no signs of stopping, continuing to climb.
Tang Chen's heart lurched at the sight. This is bad!
His face darkened as he said coldly, "Ning Fengzhi, you had a chance to make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul renowned, yet you held back from announcing it. What a calculating mind you have."
Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily. "Haha, after today, I couldn't keep it hidden even if I wanted to."
He had to admit that seeing Tang Chen suffer this setback felt immensely satisfying.
"Well played, Ning Fengzhi. You're using this old man as a whetstone today?"
Tang Chen snorted. "Just be sure you've weighed your own worth, or you'll end up with your sword shattered and your life lost!"
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Suddenly, waves of ringing sword cries came from Sword Douluo.
An enormous phantom of the Seven Kill Sword appeared behind him. The instant it emerged, Sword Douluo's aura reached its peak, powerful enough