"Try? Haha, all right! Seeing that you have some courage, then give it a shot. Come on." Titan laughed heartily and took large strides toward Huo Yuhao.
He didn't release his Martial Soul, walking with his head held high; he appeared full of openings. But at this moment, Huo Yuhao felt as if he was facing a primordial giant beast. The terrifying pressure instantly made his breathing difficult.
So powerful!
Huo Yuhao had sparred with Titan before, but back then, the Second Master of the Hao Tian Sect was merely accompanying him in training. It was only now that Huo Yuhao truly grasped the horror of Titan's strength.
One by one, rings as black as ink rose from beneath Titan's feet—black, black, black... they were all black! Only when the ninth soul ring ascended did it turn red.
Eight black and one red, the weakest being a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. What kind of situation was this?
