Otherwise, Qian Chongling would not have needed to dye his soul rings. He could simply have disguised himself as a Soul Grandmaster.
Then, beneath the expectant gazes of ten thousand spectators, two precious purple soul rings slowly descended through the air, as though announcing to everyone that they were the stars making the grand finale entrance.
At last, Tang San's soul ring configuration was revealed to everyone.
Four soul rings: black, black, purple, purple.
For a moment, everyone-the Royal Knights watching the spectacle, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Ye in the VIP seats, and the members of the other competing academies-looked at Tang San in utter bewilderment.
They were every bit as confused now as they had been shocked before.
Your first and second soul rings were already ten-thousand-year rings, so why had you chosen thousand-year rings for your third and fourth?
Flecks of black dotted the purple of his third soul ring, indicating that it was around nine thousand years old. His fourth soul ring, however, was an ordinary purple, clearly marking it as a five-thousand-year ring.
Anyone who did not know the inside story could have racked their brains a hundred times and still failed to make sense of this baffling move.
In the VIP seats, Ning Fengzhi studied Tang San's third and fourth soul rings, and a look of realization appeared on his otherwise unruffled face.
It seemed His Eminence Eternal Night had known all along that Tang San possessed twin martial souls, and the championship rewards for this Soul Master Tournament had been aimed squarely at him.
The incomparably powerful Galaxy Fleet had plunged Tang San into deep despair, forcing him to begin cultivating his second martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, ahead of time.
But judging by the colors of Tang San's third and fourth soul