At those words, Shi Nian was not angered. Instead, he sneered, the chill in his eyes deepening:
"The victor is king; the defeated are outlaws. The academy tournament only cares about the final result. Who cares about the process? Any method that wins is a good method."
Before his words had faded, soul power surged around him. Seven soul rings rose one after another from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
They circled him, radiating the formidable aura unique to a rank-seventy-two Soul Saint.
The three black soul rings were particularly striking, displaying his strength as a Control System Soul Saint.
Ning Rongrong immediately raised the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, her voice trembling yet stubborn:
"If you dare hurt us, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Tyrant Academy won't let you get away with it!"
"Get away with it?"
Shi Nian sneered as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. His third soul ring suddenly lit up, its deep purple glow flickering through the gray mist.
"My martial soul is Remnant Dream. What it does best is weave illusions as seamless as a heavenly robe."
"In everyone else's eyes, you merely left Heaven Dou City of your own accord and walked into these desolate outskirts!"
"Even if you die here, who could ever trace it back to me?"
As his words fell, his martial soul, Remnant Dream, manifested.
It was a mass of twisting, churning gray mist floating before him. Countless fragments of light and shadow could faintly be seen drifting within it, like devoured souls struggling inside.
Humm-
Their surroundings spun wildly in an instant.
The sun overhead abruptly vanished as though splashed with ink, plunging heaven and earth into deathly silent darkness.
The bleak outskirts faded away, replaced