Divinely Bestowed Martial Soul: Ancient Tree of Life!
His aura surged continuously.
His level increased by 5 levels, reaching Level 37.
Divinely Bestowed Martial Soul: Netherworld White Tiger!
His level increased by another 3 levels, reaching Level 40.
Looking at the divinely bestowed soul rings,there were a total of 12!
— 3 from the No. 2 Destruction God King and 9 from the God of Speed.
Di Yi Hong thought for a moment.
He didn't rush to absorb the fourth soul ring, leaving the space empty for now.
Perhaps it would be useful later.
He put on his spatial ring and probed it.
Inside was a cube with sides of 100 meters, which meant there were millions of cubic meters of space.
He stored the 12 divinely bestowed soul rings, the Divine Trial Map, the Divine Trial Token, and Zhu Zhuqing's preferences analysis inside.
It only occupied a small corner.
As expected of Zhu Zhuqing, it was indeed large enough.
Then he looked at his right hand holding the Destruction Scepter, his left hand holding the Destruction Condensate, his back holding the Ancient Tree of Life, and his chest holding the Netherworld White Tiger.
Four Divinely Bestowed Martial Souls!
They somehow managed to get someone who had never cultivated to reach level 40 innate soul power.
He asked—who else?!
Ignoring the ravenous sows below, First Hong strode confidently out.
Oscar was utterly bewildered.
How come this guy, while using the restroom, not only had his soul power exploded repeatedly, but he was also showing off?
Had his kidney stones cleared?
He didn't understand.
"Little Oscar," First Hong said with a smile, "Come on, let's go see their exam."
"Speaking of which," Oscar reacted, "Dai said you were exempt from the exam?
Why?"
"Because I'm 12 years old, a three-ring Soul Master."
Huh?
"Because all three of my soul rings are thousand-year level." "
His
"Because I'm handsome."
Oscar's expression was exactly like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
No way!
"Really?"
"I admit you're handsome, just a little bit less than me."
"But you're only 12?
A three-ring Soul Master?
Three thousand-year Soul Rings?"
"Are you kidding me?!"
Could First Hong miss this chance to show off?
He summoned the Destruction Scepter with his right hand, the three purple Soul Rings pulsating up and down, shocking Oscar so much his jaw almost dropped.
Are you serious?!
["God of Speed": Little Oscar's expression is really interesting.]
["God of Speed": It's a pity it can't be saved, otherwise showing it to the God of Food would be very interesting.]
First Hong's eyes lit up!
He promoted—
'The live stream can record and screenshot!'
'As for inviting friends to the live stream…'
'This is only my first day streaming, let me research it later.'
["God of Speed": That's good, I'll research screen recording first.]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Divine Soul Ring" x1]
Look!
He's so happy he's giving a reward, and it's the Divine Soul Ring he needs—four Divine Martial Souls, he's always been short of them.
Thank you for the Divine Soul Ring, boss!' "
Boss, you're so generous!"
["God of Speed": Hearing you shout like that, it really gets the vibe.]
Of course!
Otherwise, why would so many people in my past life be willing to eat instant noodles themselves just to tip airplanes and yachts?
It's all for that shout from the streamer!
When the number of viewers in the live stream increases, it will be even more fun.
Then, a disagreement can lead to a wealth contest.
He can reap the benefits.
Just thinking about it is exciting!
"Something's not right," Oscar whispered.
"Why is the examiner Teacher Zhao? Shouldn't it be Boss Dai?"
He looked up.
The short, dark, and stocky Zhao Wuji was wreaking havoc in the arena.
One punch, one kill, he was having a great time.
Tsk!
Hopefully, he'll be laughing just as happily when he faces Tang Dachui tonight.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San exclaimed.
Xiao Wu was blasted away, and Tang San rushed over to catch her, his hands groping her up and down.
Hmm...
let's just say he's checking her injuries.
"Pfft!"
Oh no!
Xiao Wu coughed up blood.
Tang San's eyes instantly turned red, about to transform into a Thousand-Handed Asura.
["God of Speed": Back then, Teacher Zhao really courted death.]
["God of Speed": But I don't want to see Tang San show off his skills, go up and interrupt him!]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Divine Soul Ring" x1]
'Thank you for the Divine Soul Ring reward, boss!'
Watch me interrupt the spellcasting!'
Tang San, with red eyes, hadn't even gotten up yet.
"Hey!"
First Hong roared, startling everyone present.
What the hell?
First Hong charged out, brandishing his Martial Soul Destruction Scepter at Zhao Wuji.
Three thousand-year soul rings, purple, purple, purple, made everyone pause in thought.
What is he going to do?
"You can't bully people like this!"
First Hong roared—
"A dignified seven-ring Soul Saint, actually attacking a group of two-ring Great Soul Masters?"
"Have you no shame?"
"This is the famous Immovable King?"
"A genius that even the Spirit Hall couldn't capture?"
"I came here for you, what a disappointment!" He said
these words
to Zhao Wuji.
Even though he was being scolded, why did the corners of his mouth involuntarily curl up his lips were pouting.
Hey!
He has fans too?
First Hong chuckled inwardly.
'A mere Immovable King, easily dealt with.'
["God of Speed": Don't be like that.
Teacher Zhao is very good to us.
It's a pity we didn't have a spot to take him to the God Realm.]
Since the big shot made a request, he naturally had to fulfill it.
First Hong's expression turned serious.
"An assessment, huh?"
"Let's start over.
This time, I'll be your opponent!"
"If I can last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, everyone passes!"
"Otherwise, those of us who came together will all leave!"
Zhao Wuji snapped out of his daze.
Huh?
Wait a minute!
Why did they leave?
Putting aside the others,
First Hong is a 12-year-old three-ring Soul Master, and he has all purple Soul Rings.
If he let him go, Flander and the others would tear him apart!
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."
Zhao Wuji waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I was just itching to test my skills."
"You've all passed the assessment, and you can all join Shrek Academy."
Tang San glared at him!
You say you won't fight?
Then Xiao Wu took that punch for nothing?
He was about to challenge him to a duel.
"No way!"
First Hong interrupted again,
"It's like we can't take a joke!"
"If you won't fight, then how about Dai Mubai?"
"It seems like you were in charge of the assessments before."
"We'll have a one-on-one duel.
If I win, everyone passes the assessment.
If you win, we'll all leave!"
Dai Mubai
No!
"What did I do to deserve this?"
Zhao Wuji was also feeling a headache.
"Is he really that short-tempered? "
he muttered to himself. Zhao Wuji beckoned to Dai Mubai.
"Mubai, you fight him.
Just make sure it's over."
He was implying he should hold back.
"How can I do that?"
First Hong roared—
"Soul Master duels are sacred! How can you deliberately hold back?"
"Dai Mubai, if you do that, I'll look down on you for life!"
"Moreover,"
First Hong unleashed his full aura, the level 40 pressure causing Dai Mubai's expression to change.
Damn it!
He was a full level 37!
How could he feel pressure?
Could it be that
First Hong grinned and said, "Martial Soul: Destruction Scepter, Level 40 Dual-Element Battle Soul Master, please! Instruct!
Me!"
Dai Mubai: (person)
Zhao Wuji: (Д)ノ
Others: (●—●)_●)_●)
Huh? ? !!
(End of Chapter