With this move, the group of Soul Saints and Soul Douluos burst into loud laughter. The previously lean old man suddenly looked full of vigor. "Then we'll drink your toast before the battle."
Without waiting for any reaction from the Title Douluos, the Soul Douluo elder had already deployed his Soul Rings and released his Martial Soul.
A curved blade was grasped in his hand, and his aging figure glowed brilliantly under the shroud of his Soul Rings.
Chapter 857