Wait, was this some kind of joke?
If both his hands hadn't been occupied, Chen Ping would have rubbed his eyes hard to make sure they weren't playing tricks on him.
The patterns inside his Soul Rings had changed-didn't that mean his Soul Skills would change too? Could those really be swapped around so casually?!
Of his two Soul Skills, one stacked poison and the other was Deadly Toxin. Once the stacks were full, a single detonation could take down even a five-thousand-year evil tiger.
They might not look as satisfying as those flashy combat Soul Skills, but their ceiling was high.
Unfortunately, things developed objectively, regardless of anyone's will.
Chen Ping didn't dare rashly interrupt his Soul Power output now. He could only watch helplessly as the patterns inside his two Soul Rings rapidly changed, like hundreds upon thousands of little snakes formed from profound patterns crawling along the rings' inner walls.
Meanwhile, Chen Ping's Touch Dragon Staff finally began to change in earnest. At some point, the two coldly gleaming Mandibles at its ends had retracted into the staff.
The orderly, overlapping scales covering its shaft like armor had also begun to fade in and out of sight.
The staff's base color shifted from its original bright yellow toward a deep brown as rich as ancient wood.
The scales slowly vanished from the main shaft, replaced by an irregular yet balanced pattern of cracks. It looked like the rough skin of a savage elephant, bearing the traces of time.
Chen Ping instinctively ran a hand over the staff. Although its surface looked rough and cracked, it felt surprisingly gentle to the touch.
Not only was it unlikely to slip from his grasp, but it also gave him a powerful sense of weight and solidity.
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