Liu Erlong saw the Soul Rings floating around Lu Ning.
Her heart likewise skipped a beat.
She had never expected Lu Ning to possess five Soul Rings at such a young age, let alone for their colors to be so strange!
A teacher who could raise such a young Soul King...
She truly had no right to discipline his disciple in his stead.
"Who is your teacher?"
Liu Erlong released her Martial Soul as well.
The optimal configuration of Soul Rings floated around her.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
As a Soul Saint, she only had one more black Soul Ring than Lu Ning.
And the colors of her first two Soul Rings simply could not compare to his.
Despite being a Soul Saint, her imposing air completely weakened at that moment. The surrounding crowd began murmuring, clearing an even larger space for the two of them.
Lu Ning did not answer her.
He walked over to Ma Hongjun and briefly checked his injuries.
His breathing was still steady, and there were no visible wounds. Liu Erlong's force had merely battered him so badly that he could not stand.
A clear shoe print marked his back, and the place where he had been kicked was somewhat bruised.
He hurt so badly that he could not speak.
Lu Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Ma Hongjun was not dead, that was enough. That remark of his had indeed carried a hint of mockery.
If you dared to recall right in front of the crystal, you had to accept it when the other side turned the tables.
"Who is your teacher!"
Liu Erlong asked again from nearby.
She approached the two of them with steady steps.
In all her years traveling the continent, she had never seen