When Chen Jue's Eighth Soul Ring, as unfathomable as an abyss, suddenly blazed before everyone's eyes, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time slowed to a crawl.
The commoners exchanged looks, their eyes brimming with disbelief and shock, as though they had witnessed the most impossible miracle in the world.
"Holy crap, eight soul rings! He's a Soul Douluo!"
"Not just that. Five of them are red! Those are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, something some people never obtain in their entire lives."
"And those first three red-golden soul rings give off even more pressure than Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings! What kind of soul rings are they?"
"We thought he was a pig, but he was playing the pig to devour the tiger!"
Every noble who witnessed the scene was dumbstruck, storm-tossed waves raging in their hearts.
How long had Chen Jue even been away? He had already broken through to Soul Douluo!
And he had gained another Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Unlike before, three of his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings had become Red-Golden Soul Rings.
What were these Red-Golden Soul Rings?
Were they even more powerful than Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?
Lou Gao could not help rubbing his slightly unfocused eyes to make sure they were not deceiving him.
His widened eyes shone with mingled disbelief and shock as he muttered to himself.
"Eight rings... a Soul Douluo..."
"Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, and three more whose presence is even stronger!"
"This kid... actually has this kind of strength!"
"Talent for making weapons, the backing of Spirit Hall, and personal strength like this. He truly is a genius without equal!"
Then the weight on Lou Gao's heart quietly lifted, and he sighed softly.
"Our young friend Chen should be fine now..."
"After all...