Bai He shook his head gently and said to Su Yu, "Young Master Su Yu, your confidence certainly earns this old man's admiration."
"But a match is only an exchange of pointers. There's no need to muster such a grand force."
"Since the old gorilla has spoken, let him exchange moves with you first. Old Mountain Goat and I will watch from the sidelines for now."
Yang Wudi nodded as well, tacitly accepting Bai He's suggestion, though his gaze remained fixed on Su Yu.
Seeing their response, Su Yu did not insist. He smiled faintly.
"In that case, I'll seek your guidance first, Clan Leader Tai Tan."
As his words fell, Soul Power quietly surged around him. Though he had yet to summon his Martial Soul, an invisible aura had already begun to spread.
Su Yu's aura faced off against Tai Tan's tyrannical strength from across the Training Ground, and the atmosphere instantly bristled with drawn swords and taut bowstrings.
Su Yu gently closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they had changed.
Scarlet patterns encircled his pitch-black pupils as the Mangekyō Sharingan spun rapidly in his eyes.
The next instant, blood-red Soul Power, dense as ink, erupted from his body, sweeping across nearly half the Training Ground.
The Soul Power churned and condensed in the air, actually forming rings of blood-red bones.
The skeletal framework hovered around him, its joints grinding with a tooth-aching series of cracks.
Tai Tan's, Bai He's, and Yang Wudi's pupils abruptly contracted, their faces filled with astonishment.
They had immersed themselves in the path of Soul Masters for decades, yet had never seen such a bizarre Soul Skill.
Before they could recover from their shock, the Soul Power inside Su Yu erupted again, even more violently than before!
A layer of writhing, dark-red