"Elder Dugu, do you want to see my martial soul?" Long Yun asked mysteriously. He really wanted to see Dugu Bo's shocked expression when he saw his martial soul.
"Mm." Dugu Bo nodded. He was indeed curious about Long Yun's martial soul and wanted to know what made him different enough to absorb that Ten Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
"Then take a look!" Soul Power surged through Long Yun's body, and an astonishing aura erupted. The phantom of the God King behind him slowly emerged, while his body changed along with it. Two soul rings appeared beneath his feet before everyone's eyes—one yellow and one purple—radiating dazzling light across the clearing.
Dugu Bo's pupils contracted sharply when he saw those two soul rings. With the eyesight of a Titled Douluo, he could naturally estimate their ages: a first ring of more than seven hundred years, and a Second Soul Ring of more than two thousand years. What kind of monster was this? How had he done it?
And what kind of martial soul was that? It seemed he had never seen it before, nor had he even heard of it. Yet from the aura it emitted, he could tell that it was anything but ordinary, for its presence far surpassed what even a top-tier martial soul could possess. Dugu Bo could not help swallowing.
Seeing Dugu Bo like this, Long Yun found it rather amusing. He smiled and said, "Well? Elder Dugu, my martial soul and soul rings aren't bad, are they?"
Dugu Bo's eyes were filled with disbelief. This had truly exceeded his imagination. Still, he was a Titled Douluo, so he did not lose his composure too badly. After taking several deep breaths and suppressing his shock, he looked at Long Yun with admiration. "Young Master's talent truly surpasses