As Ning Rongrong's Seventh Soul Ring lit up, a nine-colored radiance shone forth and enveloped Zhao Su.
Then the true form of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's right palm began to change, transforming directly into Zhao Su's strongest Martial Soul, the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel.
Its aura, however, was far weaker than that of Zhao Su, its true owner.
Ning Rongrong's Seventh Soul Skill, a Martial Soul Avatar that could copy Martial Souls, could be said to complement Zhao Su perfectly.
Although the copied Martial Soul could only display strength corresponding to her own Soul Power and level, it was still formidable.
Zhao Su's Martial Soul was simply too powerful. Even with its strength compressed, it was not something an ordinary person could handle.
Ning Rongrong controlled the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel, swinging the Death Spear in its hand.
An immense pressure instantly surged out with tremendous offensive power, leveling every tree within roughly ten meters ahead with a single strike.
"This is wonderful! I'll never be a Soul Master with no offensive power again!"
Ning Rongrong withdrew her Martial Soul and threw herself into Zhao Su's arms, an excited smile on her pretty face.
Her sudden action left even Zhao Su somewhat at a loss.
Not far away, Oscar's expression turned particularly ugly at the sight.
"Little Oscar, don't worry. I'll help you obtain a Martial Soul that suits you!"
Zhao Su pushed the excited Ning Rongrong away and looked toward the dejected Oscar.
"Thank you, but I can obtain a Soul Ring myself. I don't need anyone else's help!"
Oscar first thanked him, then turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing this, Zhao Su shook his head helplessly but said nothing more.
Love was something no outsider could control.
"What's that?"
Once her excitement passed,