Chen Ping's figure turned ethereal, like an elf swaying within a firestorm. He flickered left and right, swooped up and down, and swam freely through flames fierce enough to bake a great lake dry, rapidly closing in on Zhongli Wu.
Seeing Chen Ping charge at him with staff in hand, Zhongli Wu dared not underestimate him. He swung his staff up to block Chen Ping's overhead strike, only to see Chen Ping's eighth Soul Ring flash. The three black Soul Rings beneath his feet actually fused together, then sank into his body.
In an instant, Chen Ping's aura surged, as though he had shot up several realms in the blink of an eye. The staff in his hands weighed like a thousand tons, crashing down like a collapsing hill and driving Zhongli Wu straight out of the sky.
Seeing Chen Ping's three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings vanish on the spot, Zhongli Wu forgot about the split webbing of his hands and his numb arms and blurted out, "Ring Detonation? No, it isn't Ring Detonation, but it really does bear some resemblance..."
"No wonder you shot that Sea Dragon Douluo dead with a single staff strike the moment you emerged from seclusion ten days ago, and now Mu En has sent you out to fight again. It seems you've nurtured all eight of your Soul Rings back."
"But you didn't expect the Bone Dragon King beside me to be a level 98 existence too, did you? Without that little girlfriend of yours from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect here to support you, let's see how you take on two level 98 existences alone!"
Zhongli Wu snorted coldly and raised his staff again. The Bone Dragon King beneath him lifted his head once more, his enormous wings slowly beginning to