Shi Hao's Might, Four Black Four Red, Eight Spirit Rings Soul Douluo!

"Old man, did the Spirit Hall send you to capture me too?"

Shi Hao said with disdain.

Elder Bai also coldly shouted with a stern face, "Are you the arrogant child who came to cause trouble at our Spirit Hall?"

He secretly marveled at the other party's disrespectful attitude but also became very interested. After all, not many people could confront the Spirit Hall so fearlessly.

Shi Hao laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Haha! You dogs of the Spirit Hall are truly laughable. Are you allowed to bully others but not allow others to resist?"

"Hurry and return my mother to me!"

His tone carried a hint of mockery. This old man's attitude towards him was terrible, and he no longer wished to be polite.

Although Father had said to respect the old and love the young, this kind of elder didn't deserve any respect.

"Presumptuous!" Elder Bai roared, a flash of anger in his eyes.

As an elder of the Spirit Hall, he was usually highly respected, and no one had ever dared to provoke his authority so openly. Being looked down upon by a mere child like this made him extremely angry.

"Get lost... Don't force me to make a move against you. If it weren't for so many people here, I'd really have a hard time controlling my temper."

Elder Bai's voice was low and cold, as if containing endless pressure. His aura gradually released, and the surrounding air became heavy.

However, Shi Hao was not intimidated by Elder Bai's threat. Instead, he puffed out his chest, straightened his back, and looked at the other party with firm eyes.

The atmosphere began to heat up, both sides were at each other's throats, and a fierce conflict seemed imminent.

"You'd better not block my way to the Spirit Hall. Although Father said to respect the old and love the young, if you block me, I'll still hit you."

Shi Hao said coldly, a hint of anger appearing on his small face.

"A little brat, you've got quite the mouth. I advise you to surrender quickly, or I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

"Mother... Old man, do you know my mother? I don't think he knows me."

Shi Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh ho, so you came looking for your mother. I heard you've been saying that our Spirit Hall captured your mother, right?"

Elder Bai suddenly smiled.

"So what if our Spirit Hall captured your mother? What can a little brat like you do to us? Our Spirit Hall is currently the most powerful existence on the continent. Even if we made a small mistake, even if the other two great empires and three great sects joined forces, they would still have to weigh whether they could afford to offend the Spirit Hall!"

"Old man, I'm telling you, I'm really angry now!!"

Shi Hao said with a dark face, his fists clenched.

"You're angry, so what if you're angry? I'll ask you one thing, are you retreating or not!"

Shi Hao looked coldly at the extremely arrogant old man in front of him. He didn't speak, but his eyes were so cold they could send shivers down one's spine.

The old man looked at the child in front of him, who remained silent. He then released his pressure, wanting to make the child feel a trace of fear, but this pressure had no effect on Shi Hao at all.

The old man was shocked and asked, "Don't you feel anything? My pressure even makes Spirit Saints feel a bit numb and unable to move, yet you show no change?"

Shi Hao spread his hands and looked at the old man disdainfully, saying, "No, it's like being tickled."

Upon hearing the words "tickled," the old man's face immediately showed anger. He widened his eyes and glared at Shi Hao, his eyes burning with a rage that seemed ready to devour the other party.

His head of white hair instantly stood on end, like steel needles, revealing a powerful aura. Then, the old man waved his hands, and a beam of light surged from him, forming a silver spear, which was his Martial Soul – the Silver Spear.

Immediately after, colorful halos appeared around the old man's feet, representing his strength level – Spirit Rings.

The surrounding crowd, witnessing this scene, let out gasps of surprise, "My heavens, this old man is actually an eight-ring Soul Douluo..."

They looked at the eight Spirit Rings that lit up on the old man with shock, two of which were yellow, two purple, and four black.

"Is it a bit too much for the Spirit Hall to send an eight-ring Soul Douluo to deal with a child?" someone couldn't help but complain. They felt it was excessive for the old man's strength to be used against a child.

"Little brat, you forced my hand. It's not too late to beg for mercy now!"

Elder Bai, annoyed by the crowd's discussion, looked at Shi Hao and said coldly.

"Old man, stop the nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight."

The old man, holding the Silver Spear, stomped his foot. The ground instantly shattered, spreading outwards like a spiderweb. His figure moved like lightning, charging towards Shi Hao, his spear flashing with a cold light, carrying a sharp killing intent.

Seeing this, Shi Hao's expression became solemn. He quickly threw out his fist, meeting the old man's attack. His fist was condensed with powerful spiritual energy, as if it could tear through the void.

At this moment, the bones behind Shi Hao suddenly became even more dazzling, shining like brilliant stars. Simultaneously, mysterious runes flickered on the bones, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Immediately after, the four black and four red Spirit Rings on Shi Hao's body also lit up. The closest onlookers were dumbfounded, staring at the scene before them in disbelief. Their eyes were stung by the light, making it impossible to look directly, but their hearts could clearly feel the immensely powerful force.

Exclamations of shock immediately erupted from the crowd, "This... red Spirit Rings! Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings! How can there be four red Spirit Rings! How is this possible?"

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings are incredibly rare; even powerful Titled Douluo may not possess them! Who is this person?"

"This must be fake, right? How can anyone possess so many Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings? And the first four are Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings, wouldn't that cause them to explode?"

These voices rose one after another, with shock and confusion on everyone's faces.

"And that Martial Soul is also strange; it's neither an instrument nor a beast Martial Soul, and it actually fuses with the user! It must be fake!"

However, the crowd, witnessing such a grand spectacle, realized the danger of their surroundings. The duel between two powerhouses would inevitably harm bystanders, so they quickly retreated to the periphery, giving the two a large space to fight.

Bibi Dong, who had been closely watching the situation, her expression changed drastically. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, and her voice even trembled slightly, "Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings? How is this possible... Is this truly an ability that humans can possess?"

As a Peerless Douluo, Bibi Dong also possessed one Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, but only one. She understood the terrifying power and rarity of Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings better than anyone else.