His body swelled against the wind, and his clothes burst all of a sudden. Brownish-yellow fur sprouted from within his body, and in the blink of an eye, he grew over three meters tall. A suffocating aura suddenly scattered in all directions as his muscles bulged grotesquely, and all eight soul rings appeared almost at the same time.
Two yellow, three purple, three black, this was the true strength of a Soul Douluo.
On normal days, Zhao Wujie rarely showed his true power in front of the students, and most of the students did not know the level of their dean. At this moment, as those eight soul rings appeared, the whole place fell silent, the immense pressure causing the solemn air to almost suffocate them.
He let out a thunderous roar to the sky, and the intense presence burst forth. Centered around Zhao Wujie's body, the Bluesilver Grass on the ground trembled in fear.
