Guang Biao stared at Wu Zhangkong with a dumbstruck expression. Ever since the extinction of soul beasts, very rarely would ten-thousand year soul rings appear. Even for the Spirit Pagoda, wasn’t it exceedingly difficult to manufacture ten-thousand year spirit souls?
‘But how? How could he have ten thousand year soul rings? What was his true identity?’ As he was able to obtain ten-thousand year soul rings at such a young age, this pressure clearly had an effect on Guang Biao. While his impulsive side was excited when facing a Soul Emperor possessing two ten-thousand year soul rings, he was no longer certain of his victory.
Wu Zhangkong didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, he just lowered his head and stared at the long sword in his hand.
