Seeing Du Busi activate his martial soul, Xuan Zi's eyes grew solemn.
With a long howl, he soared into the sky, intense yellow light bursting from his body. By the time that radiance spread at its peak, Xuan Zi had taken on an entirely different form.
A monster with a sheep's body, a human face, eyes beneath its armpits, tiger's teeth, human claws, and a pair of enormous bull horns appeared out of thin air. Over thirty meters long, it was even more imposing than Du Busi in sheer size.
Dense yellow light erupted, and nine soul rings transformed into halos that hovered between those massive horns, each over five meters long.
His aura suddenly burst forth, and the thick yellow radiance likewise illuminated a stretch of sky above Shrek.
Yellow and green stood sharply divided high in the sky, as distinct as two rivers that refused to mingle.
However, compared with Du Busi's, Xuan Zi's soul rings were somewhat inferior: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red. At least when it came to Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, he had two fewer than Du Busi.
If it was difficult to find convincing examples to support the saying that there were no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters, then Xuan Zi was definitely one of those few textbook cases.
His godly taotie bull martial soul possessed a portion of the Taotie's bloodline, and the Taotie stood on equal footing with the great Dragon Kings of the dragon race. Even Di Tian, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King and current patriarch of the black dragon clan, would have to call the Taotie Uncle.
One could say that Xuan Zi's martial soul was in no way inferior to Mu En's radiant sacred dragon or Long Xiaoyao's dark sacred dragon. It