Although Chen Ping did not know how old Feng Ling was, he had to inwardly praise her fine figure. No wonder Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu considered her someone worthy of sharing the Holy Spirit Cult's most closely guarded secrets and enjoying an increase in the ages of all her soul rings.
Neither gained the upper hand in this first clash. Chen Ping's strength was outrageously great, but he was facing a Level 98 Super Douluo, after all.
After that collision, the two rose into the sky almost simultaneously, as though by tacit agreement. Turning into two streaks of light, they shot a thousand meters into the air in an instant.
The sky was the stage for battles between the strong. Otherwise, everything on the ground would be torn apart by the shock waves of their clashes.
A hundred meters apart, the two continued to ascend. Not a flicker of emotion appeared in Feng Ling's eyes as she stared fixedly at Chen Ping. As her body rose, her aura climbed rapidly as well.
Chen Ping was no less impressive. Gold-and-black striped light flickered around his body. As he climbed higher, his domination domain spread outward, continually lifting his aura.
Terrifying fluctuations of soul power flowed through the air. A great battle between the two was poised to erupt.
"You certainly live up to being an Evil Soul Master who received divine blessings and possesses an over-limit soul ring configuration. I just wonder what else you obtained from that Holy Emperor."
Chen Ping looked at the soul rings beneath her feet, which started with three purple thousand-year soul rings, without paying them any mind.
Tang San had been so stingy with his increases to their soul ring ages. After all that fuss, not one of these people had a soul ring