The glow of the six soul rings stimulated the pupils of everyone present.
As if to give time for the shock to sink in, the six soul rings paused briefly after rising.
Then, strands of gold emerged.
Brilliant golden light surged from under Ning Rongrong's feet, overwhelming everyone's sight.
The next moment, it was as if nothing had happened, except that at Ning Rongrong's position, there was now an extra soul ring—the brilliant golden soul ring exerting oppressive pressure.
Even Soul Douluo and Title Douluo felt extreme pressure from it.
"This... what kind of soul ring is this!"
Many exclaimed directly.
The brilliant golden soul ring quietly hovered around Ning Rongrong, and then blood-red surged again as a deep red soul ring slowly rose.
The profundity of this red soul ring was unbelievable.
This was especially true for sects with deep foundations that knew some secrets.
For example, Tang Chen, who had brought Tang Xiao from the Haotian Sect, sighed inwardly: "There's no more of that evil aura from before; it's like it's been completely purified."
"Incredible."
Tang Chen's brows furrowed with gravity. The stranger Ning Rongrong seemed, the stronger the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan became—the Haotian Sect couldn't afford to make an enemy of them.
At least before Spirit Hall fell, it was better for the Seven... Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan to remain neutral than to push them to Spirit Hall's side.
"Grandfather, that hundred-thousand-year soul ring..." Tang Xiao knew of hundred-thousand-year soul rings, but none felt as profound as this one.
"It's the Nine-Headed Blood Red Bat King's soul ring, and that king had absorbed ninety-nine percent of the Killing City's baleful and blood qi."
"If judged by strength, it was comparable to a 98th-level Title Douluo, or even a 99th-level pseudo-demi-god."
"So, this is a soul ring from a beast worth hundreds of thousands of years?"
Tang Xiao was shocked.
"Yes, it was originally meant for Hao'er, but an accident happened." Tang Chen sighed.
Honestly, regarding the White Queen's—or rather, Ning Rongrong's—actions back then, the Haotian Sect couldn't blame her.
The Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King had parasitized Ning Rongrong's body; they had planned to kill her, but instead, she counter-killed one Title Douluo and escaped.
Their skills were inferior; they couldn't blame others.
All of this had been passive on the part of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, including the matter with Qian Renxue.
"Sigh..."
If they had considered Xue Qinghe and Qian Renxue's relation, as well as the clan's position, earlier and given advance notice, they might have been able to kill Qian Renxue.
After all, killing her in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would force them to act! Otherwise, they couldn't explain it to Xue Qinghe.
If notified ahead of time, the clan could evacuate early, and there might be no issue.
"Sigh, who knew Bo Saixi would suddenly receive the Sea God's divine intent?"
Ultimately, the Sea God had brought them heaps of trouble.
Sea God Island's reputation had tanked, as had the Haotian Sect's, and even Spirit Hall's prestige had plummeted due to the two Angel Gods—a mutual loss.
Of course, the Haotian Sect had lost the most.
Others had lost one or two Title Douluo's worth of power; damn, the Haotian Sect had lost five in total, front and back.
At this time, on the ceremony platform.
Ning Rongrong's six black, one brilliant gold, and one red—eight soul rings in total—quietly hovered, but the watching guests were deathly silent, as if entranced.
"Hi, everyone!" Ning Rongrong waved, greeting the crowd.
"I'm Ning Rongrong. As you can see, I'm an auxiliary Soul Douluo soul master, with the martial soul Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"My Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is a bit special compared to Father's Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"Some distinguished guests probably noticed it at the previous soul master tournament."
"These aren't important now. Let me introduce someone—well, the spirit of my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
With that, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda flickered lightly, enveloped in red light, slowly forming a girl's shape.
A black-haired girl in a gothic lolita outfit appeared on the platform.
"Hehe, nice to meet you!" Tokisaki Kurumi curtsied slightly to the audience below, lifting her skirt.
"My name is Tokisaki Kurumi. Recently rumored to be the Nightmare Douluo, but actually, this miss is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's spirit!"
"And not a tower essence, but a spirit! Surprised?" Tokisaki Kurumi wagged her fingertip.
The vanished Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared before her.
"I know, some distinguished guests here have thought of killing my master. That's normal, of course."
"Who wouldn't, when my Rongrong is so excellent!"
"It's normal to think that. If I weren't the spirit, I might too."
"Hey, watch your words; this is public." Ning Rongrong's eye twitched.
This cat says anything.
Afraid no one will assassinate me?
"Aw, master's angry. Hahaha, sorry, sorry." Tokisaki Kurumi waved, and the pagoda on her fingertip floated lightly back to Ning Rongrong.
"Since it's master's happy occasion, no buzzkill words."
"To assassinate her, at least send a Limit Douluo."
"Otherwise, it's impossible!"
Finished speaking, without waiting for Ning Rongrong's reaction, she turned into black light and darted into the pagoda.
Ning Rongrong: "..."
She thought she was unreliable enough.
But now, she's raising a kitten that's even more so?
Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluo kept their noses to their hearts, their expressions saying: handle it yourself.
Ning Rongrong steeled herself and stepped forward.
Opposite her, the packed guest hall stirred.
"Um... my spirit's a bit dim-witted; don't mind her too much."
"But she protects me 24 hours a day."
"So, there's no need to worry about my safety. That's it."
With that, Ning Rongrong snapped her fingers.
A crack appeared to her left, slowly widening like a torn door.
"I'm not good with words; I'll hand it over to Father now!"
Ning Rongrong stepped in. Before leaving, she gave Ning Fengzhi a knowing look.
Watching his daughter and the Dark Devilgod Tiger, each more unreliable than the other, Ning Fengzhi was inwardly speechless.
He had no choice; the unreliable ones were gone, so the reliable one must host.
But Ning Rongrong's casual opening of a space rift had scared many sects and elders—even Title Douluo might not be able to manage that.
The crowd's gazes swished to the eloquently speaking Ning Fengzhi.
"As expected..."
It was all pre-arranged by this old silver coin Ning Fengzhi to scare these weak-hearted guests.
Merchant sects are sly and cunning.