The golden radiance of this young man that had been harassing the waitress stunned Tang Wulin. His entire being emitted an aura of holiness. A pair of pure white wings unfolded from the man's back, and his holy aura skyrocketed.
This…
Three soul rings rose from beneath the golden-haired young man.
The truly shocking thing, however, was that all three were purple!
The red-haired girl not far from the man turned around, her expression glacial and grave. She eyed him coldly then spread her arms. Darkness began swirling around her, twisting and shifting as a pair of jet-black wings extended from her back, a dark aura now surrounding her.
That's...
Those white wings… Tang Wulin thought to himself. They should belong to the legendary martial soul, the Holy Angel! But then... what are those black wings?
"It seems like I was right." The man in white smiled. He flapped his wings, golden light radiating from his body. "Just as I thought. How interesting. So very… interesting…"
