"Loyalty!"
Hu Liena cried out anxiously from below the stage, her small face filled with urgency.
Fighting five opponents at once was truly preposterous and overly arrogant. Even though she knew Wang Zhong was powerful, each of the five opponents on the other side appeared stronger than Wang Zhong.
Although she was only level twenty-nine, Hu Liena still wanted to get on stage and do her best to share some of the burden.
Not only Hu Liena, but Xie Yue and Yan also had the same thought.
However, Wang Zhong simply shook his head at the three of them from the stage and patted his chest, saying, "Trust me, I can do it."
"Third Spirit Ability, Wood Clone."
After appeasing Hu Liena and the other two, the phantom of a towering ancient tree appeared behind Wang Zhong, breaking through the void and descending behind him. Four spirit rings, one yellow, one purple, and two black, rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated.
With Wang Zhong's loud shout, four wood clones shot out like blooming flowers from behind him.
The wood clones landed, their appearances and physiques unchanged, completely resembling Wang Zhong. The four identical wood clones slowly turned their heads, constantly moving their somewhat stiff limbs. During this process, a creaking sound could be heard.
It took a full ten breaths before all the wood clones' stiff movements became normal. The four of them stood behind Wang Zhong, their emerald green eyes looking at Si Qianyi and the other four with solemnity.
"Four spirit rings, he's a Spirit Grandmaster!" Shangguan Youlan's usually calm face was now covered in surprise.
"And two of them are ten-thousand-year spirit rings!" Zhan Sheng's voice trembled slightly. Even he only had one!
Yes, this year, their small team of five had successively broken through and all reached the Spirit King realm. They thought such progress would shock everyone, but compared to Wang Zhong, their progress seemed insignificant.
"How old is he this year!"
"Less than eight years old!"
"A Spirit Grandmaster around eight years old, is he a monster!"
Luo Pianruo and Luo Wanru first asked and answered, then spoke in unison with shocked words.
"A monster, a complete monster! I thought it would be astonishing if he broke through to Spirit Elder within this year, but he actually leaped over Spirit Elder and directly reached Spirit Grandmaster!"
Si Qianyi gritted her teeth, staring at the spirit rings beneath Wang Zhong's feet, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.
Before going on stage, based on Wang Zhong's talent and progress speed, she had roughly estimated his strength. In her opinion, it was entirely possible for Wang Zhong to reach Spirit Elder, as his progress speed would make those so-called proud sons of heaven blush.
But the reality far exceeded her expectations. Wang Zhong was not a Spirit Elder, but a Spirit Grandmaster, and one with two ten-thousand-year black spirit rings.
"A Spirit Grandmaster! An eight-year-old Spirit Grandmaster!"
Below the stage, looking at the number of spirit rings Wang Zhong displayed, Lu Xiaoshuang's normally fierce face was completely filled with shock.
In just one year, the Great Spirit Master who could fight him to a standstill was actually catching up!
One was eight years old, the other eighteen! And they were in the same realm!
This fact made Lu Xiaoshuang's body tremble involuntarily, and he staggered back two steps in a daze.
He was also called a genius! But someone with less than a tenth of his age had reached the realm he could only achieve after decades of hard work.
How could Lu Xiaoshuang not be shocked, and how could he not be lost in a daze?
The entire square was silent, as if a needle dropping could be heard.
On the high platform, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were also greatly stimulated by this scene.
"That little fellow, he's actually a Spirit Grandmaster!"
"When did that happen!"
Yue Guan took two steps forward in surprise, doubting his eyes for the first time.
"Could it be that little fellow was already a Spirit Grandmaster when he returned with us!"
In his shock, Gui Mei also had this guess.
"Yes, young Wang Zhong was already a Spirit Grandmaster before we returned, but because he remembered our instructions, he didn't say anything about it."
"His fourth spirit ring was obtained three days ago when I took him to the Star Dou Forest."
Bibi Dong on the throne maintained her reclining posture, her jade face wearing a shallow, peaceful smile as she explained.
As Yue Guan and Gui Mei simultaneously turned their surprised gazes to Bibi Dong, she dropped another bombshell that made them tremble. "That was a sixty-seven-thousand-year-old Purple Winged Spider Emperor!"
Their eyes widened simultaneously, and their bodies trembled slightly, whether from shock or joy.
Sixty-seven thousand years, that was something their eighth spirit ring could withstand. Wang Zhong had managed it as a Spirit Grandmaster.
At this moment, the two of them finally understood why Bibi Dong treated Wang Zhong with such favor. In the past, their vision was too narrow and shallow.
In their eyes, no matter how astonishing Wang Zhong's talent was, and no matter if he could reach the level of a Super Douluo or even an Ultimate Douluo in the future, it was not enough for Bibi Dong to treat him that way. That kind of treatment could be described as condescending and cautious.
Who was Bibi Dong? The supreme Pope of the Spirit Hall today, the youngest twin-spirit user, an Ultimate Douluo expert. A young boy with immense potential, being valued by her was already Wang Zhong's good fortune for three lifetimes.
If it weren't for Bibi Dong valuing Wang Zhong so highly, with Yue Guan and Gui Mei's identities, status, and strength, why would they be so approachable to a mere brat?
Talent, they had seen too much of it! How many geniuses truly grew up and reached their level? Few, very few!
They had seen and heard too much about those who became mediocre, died halfway, or perished unexpectedly.
As long as Wang Zhong did not reach their level, they would not truly respect him from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they did, it would not be for Wang Zhong, but for Bibi Dong, the Pope, who stood behind him.
But now, Bibi Dong's words had planted the seed of respect in their hearts.
"My lords, are you ready!"
On the stage, Wang Zhong looked at Si Qianyi and the others, who were frozen in shock, and asked seriously.
This reminder brought the five of them back from their shock. Si Qianyi shouted, "Everyone, release your spirit!"
As the words fell, led by Si Qianyi, the spirits of the five people were simultaneously revealed.
Shangguan Youlan held a foot-long white jade xiao in her hand. The xiao was slender and straight, without any impurities, and a bright red tassel hung from its end.
The appearance of the tassel stained her otherwise black and white attire with a blood-red hue, as if someone had added an extremely strange stroke with a cinnabar brush to a tranquil and ethereal ink painting.
Zhan Sheng held a pair of round-headed red drumsticks, about the length of his forearm. The Luo Pianruo and Luo Wanru sisters simultaneously produced a zither, dark in color and ancient in style.
The moment the ancient zither appeared, the two sisters stood on either side, simultaneously sat down cross-legged, and their long, slender fingers gently touched the strings, not yet playing.
Among these five people, Wang Zhong's most eye-catching spirit was not Shangguan Youlan's xiao, nor the twin sisters' zither, nor Zhan Sheng's drumsticks, but Si Qianyi's "Ni Shang".