"He..."
Wang Yan hesitated. Chen Ping's condition had already gone somewhat beyond his understanding.
"He's absorbing a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring beyond his level. Although he doesn't look too good right now, there's nothing we can do except pray."
Wang Yan lowered his head. Just as he had said, they could do nothing to help except pray.
Chen Ping had to weather this ordeal himself.
"Ten thousand years?"
Hearing those crucial words, Ning Tian and Wu Feng both drew sharp breaths, their pupils contracting.
A thousand-year second ring, a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, a hundred-thousand-year seventh ring-these were all records the people of the Douluo Continent had established through repeated attempts over the past ten thousand years.
For example, Wang Dong held the record of a thousand-year second ring, as had quite a few others before her.
As for a Soul Ring configuration with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring, Tang San had possessed one ten thousand years ago, as did Mu En of the Sea God Pavilion, who had mastered the secret art of Sovereign Descent.
A configuration with a hundred-thousand-year seventh ring was even commonplace among the continent's foremost powerhouses, such as Mu En and Du Busi.
But not a ten-thousand-year third ring.
Excluding a Second Martial Soul or a subsequent increase in a ring's age, the number of Soul Masters who had absorbed a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring outright at rank thirty since records began was zero!
Watching Chen Ping shrouded in bloody mist, his entire body convulsing ceaselessly in pain, Ning Tian and Wu Feng felt their hearts clench.
A ten-thousand-year third ring-why had Chen Ping made such an insane decision?
Everyone knew how rational Chen Ping was, and precisely because of that, they could all guess his reason for doing this-he had no choice.
After examining the Shrek Inner Court