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Thick smoke billowed from the exterior wall of the towering building, while chunks of concrete mixed with broken rebar kept falling downward. A humanoid-shaped hole was clearly visible there.

Demon King Douluo's clothes were covered in dust, and a large amount of black blood stained the fabric over his chest. The Muscular White-Bearded Old Man, who had once been so vigorous and imposing, now looked utterly bedraggled.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I am a mighty nine-ringed Titled Douluo, yet I was beaten into the ground by a junior who's only an eight-ringed Soul Douluo. I can't swallow this humiliation!"

Demon King Douluo's lips moved as he spat out whatever was in his mouth. A slightly yellowed tooth popped right out.

"A big forest has all kinds of birds. Nothing in this world is impossible, and even if there is, I, Ye Lei, will make it possible!"

"Do you still think that with your Level 92 Soul Power, you can handle an Level 87 Soul Douluo like me? There's only a five-level difference in Soul Power between us, but when it comes to Soul Ring and Soul Bone skills, I have twice as many as you. Not to mention, I'm the only owner of Twin Martial Souls in all of Huaxia. In terms of talent, I'm far superior to an old fart like you who already has one foot in the grave."

Ye Lei looked disdainfully at the battered Demon King Douluo as he spoke, rolling his wrists at the same time.

In truth, he had achieved what he had today entirely because of the system's help. If he had not bound himself to the system back then, his Martial Soul would probably have only been the Ye Family's inherited Martial Soul, the Mysterious Ice Wolf. As for his current strength, although