Soul Ring Exploded

Under Yun Chuan's guidance, Ye Xiaobao arrived at the church hall. The moment he entered, he saw his Uncle lying on the floor, tightly bound, with a black cloth sack over his head.

The hall was dimly lit, and his Uncle lay on the ground like a wrapped dumpling.

Hearing someone enter, his Uncle began struggling and writhing again.

Dong Bo perceptively stepped forward, removed the sack, then pulled the rag from his mouth.

His Uncle finally regained some of his vision. Before he could see who had come, he squeezed his eyes shut and begged for mercy.

"Big Brother, please don't kill me. I have money. I understand the rules. I didn't see anything."

Seeing his Uncle sprawled there and constantly begging, Ye Xiaobao found it somewhat amusing. He had been so arrogant and overbearing before, yet now he had no backbone at all.

"Uncle, open your eyes and take a look. We just met during the day. Have you forgotten already?"

Hearing that familiar form of address and voice, his Uncle curiously opened his eyes.

"It's you!"

"Have you gone mad? Let me go!"

Ye Xiaobao stepped forward and crouched down, teasing him with a faint smile.

"Don't be in such a hurry. We have all night. You still haven't answered the question I asked you today."

"What, have you forgotten so quickly?"

"Ye Xiaobao! You dare kidnap me in Spirit City? Are you tired of living? Let me go right now. For the sake of our family ties, I won't pursue this matter. Otherwise, I'll report you to the church, and you'll suffer for it."

In Spirit City, people had no concept of nations. Spirit Hall was the highest authority, while the various churches served as official departments responsible for handling all sorts of affairs.

Ye Xiaobao's Uncle put on a fierce front despite his fear, while his heart pounded wildly. Had Ye Xiaobao regretted giving him those ten thousand Gold Soul Coins? Or had he learned something? All he could do now was invoke Spirit Hall to scare him, because in Spirit City, Spirit Hall was heaven.

Seeing that his Uncle did not seem to understand the situation, Ye Xiaobao stood up and introduced someone with a gesture.

"This is the bishop of the Nolan Street church. You're in the church right now. If you want to report me, you can go to him."

Upon hearing that, Yun Chuan waved his hands, looking deferential.

"Young Master, please don't joke around. How could a mere bishop like me have any standing before you?"

Then he turned around and snarled viciously, "I'm telling you, you'd better answer the Young Master's questions honestly. Otherwise, no one will be able to save you!"

Although Yun Chuan did not know what had happened, Dong Bo had nearly frightened him to death when he appeared before him with the Pope's Token.

When he learned that the person he was to capture was the Young Master's Uncle, he found it even more unbelievable. With someone like this in the family, the whole household should have risen to greatness and treated him like a treasure. How could they possibly have become enemies?

Ye Xiaobao's Uncle was shocked as well. Once he got a clear look at Yun Chuan, he recognized that this deferential man before Ye Xiaobao truly was the newly appointed bishop.

And this bishop had called Ye Xiaobao Young Master.

In his eyes, a bishop was already an unreachable great figure. He had only ever seen one from afar at the church.

Yet before Ye Xiaobao, he even had to speak cautiously. What exactly was this boy's status now?

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, I'm your Uncle. I don't want the Gold Soul Coins anymore. Let me go, please."

After recognizing his own position, his Uncle crawled straight to Ye Xiaobao's feet, putting on a pitiful expression as tears and snot streamed down his face.

Ye Xiaobao kicked him away in disgust.

"It seems you still don't understand the situation. Dong Bo!"

Dong Bo gave Ye Xiaobao a slight bow, then turned and took a step forward.

The next moment, Soul Rings slowly rose one after another beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

The instant the eight Soul Rings appeared, an immense pressure surged madly toward Ye Xiaobao's Uncle.

Ye Xiaobao's Uncle was pressed flat against the floor. Even raising his head was exceedingly difficult, and under that tremendous pressure, even breathing became a luxury.

But the disparity in his mind was even harder for him to accept. The man who had looked like a servant during the day was actually a Soul Douluo.

No matter what force one belonged to on the Douluo Continent, a Soul Douluo was an absolute upper-echelon figure. How could one possibly follow behind a child? Just who was Ye Xiaobao now?

"Uncle, I'll ask one more time. Who killed my parents?"

Ye Xiaobao's eyes were vicious as he stared fixedly at his Uncle.

"I..." His Uncle's face was flushed red from the pressure, and he could not even speak.

Ye Xiaobao glanced at Dong Bo. Dong Bo perceptively withdrew the pressure, though the eight Soul Rings remained beneath his feet, emitting a faint glow.

His Uncle immediately felt the burden on his body lighten and regained the ability to speak.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, I didn't kill your parents. It was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. It was people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"Their disciples got into a conflict on the street and accidentally killed your parents. When I arrived, they paid one thousand Gold Soul Coins. That's all there was to it. It really had nothing to do with me. Please let me go."

His Uncle lay prostrate on the floor, constantly kowtowing. What he had just felt was too terrifying, as though he were about to die. He truly did not want to experience it again.

Ye Xiaobao's body swayed slightly. Although he had transmigrated here, the memories in his mind felt as though he had personally lived through them all. In his previous life, he had been an orphan and had never felt a parent's love. Yet in this life, after experiencing it, he had also suffered the pain of losing his closest family.

When hatred had no target, it could only be suppressed in his heart. But now, it seemed to have found an outlet.

Tears filled his eyes as he shouted furiously.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, I want you all dead!"

The Soul Power within Ye Xiaobao sensed his immense killing intent and began to churn violently. A sudden gale swept through the hall.

Soul Rings automatically condensed beneath Ye Xiaobao's feet.

The instant three Soul Rings appeared—

Yun Chuan was already shocked beyond measure. How was this possible? This Soul Ring configuration completely shattered his understanding of the soul master world.

There was not even a single hundred-year yellow Soul Ring. His third Soul Ring was an even more terrifying Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

It was also Dong Bo's first time seeing Ye Xiaobao's Soul Rings. He now understood why the Pope valued Ye Xiaobao so highly. A six-year-old Soul Elder, whose weakest martial soul was already a thousand years old—he had never heard of such a genius.

In the future, he would surely become the strongest on the continent!

At that moment, within Ye Xiaobao's sea of consciousness, the eyes of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven martial soul slowly began to open at an extremely slow pace, turning his entire sea of consciousness into a golden ocean.

Ye Xiaobao was completely out of control, and all his Soul Power poured toward his martial soul.

More than half of his Soul Power had already been consumed, yet the martial soul had only opened a narrow slit.

Ye Xiaobao now felt as though he had entered a mysterious state. He did not even have the strength to open his eyes and could only absorb every bit of power available to him.

As the Soul Power in his body was depleted—

Suddenly, the Soul Rings beneath Ye Xiaobao's feet began to tremble.

Bang!

His first Soul Ring shattered, transforming into Soul Power that surged toward the martial soul within his sea of consciousness.

Dong Bo's mouth hung open in shock. The Young Master's Soul Ring... had exploded.