Standing atop the ruins, Tang Chen rubbed his eyes hard.
There was no mistaking it.
Even Qian Daoliu's first and second soul rings had become hundred-thousand-year rings!
It was simply absurd.
"Wait, his condition sounds a lot like what Hao'er described about using the Forgotten River Water!"
Tang Chen suddenly recalled what Tang Hao had told him. Unable to suppress his shock any longer, he demanded in a low voice, "You've opened jars at that Jar Shop too, haven't you?"
"You know Boss Lin too?"
Qian Daoliu froze for a moment, then admitted frankly, "You're right. Everything I, Qian Daoliu, have achieved today is thanks to Boss Lin."
"Now you can die with your eyes closed."
As he spoke, his first soul ring lit up, and a spear woven from blue and gold appeared in his hand.
It was his hundred-thousand-year first soul skill, the Holy Light Blue Silver Spear.
Whoosh!
The spear pierced the sky and drove viciously toward Tang Chen's chest.
Tang Chen dared not be careless. He hurriedly summoned the Clear Sky Hammer to block it.
Clang, clang, clang...
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged over a hundred blows.
Powerful soul power poured forth. Even the aftershocks were enough to instantly kill any Soul Master below Soul King.
"Sect Master, watch out!"
At that moment, Sword Douluo crossed a hundred meters in one stride, placing himself in front of Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong. He spread a soul power barrier to shield them.
"Uncle Jian, who has the better chance of winning this battle?"
Ning Fengzhi asked in a low voice.
"I think Qian Daoliu has the edge," Sword Douluo replied quietly.
"Unfortunately, Qian Daoliu has already reached the limits of the mortal world. Even if I keep supporting him, it won't have any