A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring was already exceedingly rare, yet this little boy, who looked no more than six years old, actually possessed four whole Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings! This was simply too shocking!
And that was not even the most important part. The most important thing was that this child was actually an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo.
Heavens... Even if he had started cultivating in his mother's womb, it should have been impossible for him to advance so quickly.
Bibi Dong was utterly stunned.
On the battlefield!
The old man felt the child opposite him growing stronger and stronger, while the gasps around him became more frequent. Even now, he had not realized what was happening.
When he looked toward Shi Hao, he saw four black and four red Spirit Rings glowing around the child. His heart jolted. "How is this possible? Four Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings?"
"Fake... They must be fake!!!"
The shock prevented the old man from concentrating on the battle. His foot slipped, and he instantly stumbled backward. Only after retreating dozens of steps did he gradually steady himself.
Every collision of strength left the old man feeling increasingly strained.
This strength was truly far too great!
Every punch this child threw was stronger than the last. If this continued, he would truly lose.
This child seemed to grow braver with every battle, forcing the old man back step by step.
"Is this child a monster?"
Elder Bai's expression was incomparably grim. He realized that this child had not even used a Spirit Skill, relying solely on the strength granted by his Martial Soul.
Left with no choice, he unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar, the Silver Spear.
Amid the interweaving light and shadows, a silver spear stood silently behind the old man. Its entire body gleamed with a cold, dazzling silver radiance. The spearhead was incomparably sharp, while the shaft was long and straight. Its smooth surface reflected the surrounding light, and faint, delicate engravings could be seen upon it.
Shi Hao vaguely sensed the oppressive aura brought by Elder Bai's Silver Spear.
"Now this is finally getting a little interesting!"
In the distance, Shi Hao suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
This was the first time he had felt pressure in a battle. When he had fought those people before, he had not felt any pressure at all. He had even found it somewhat boring.
But this time, he finally felt a tiny bit of pressure, though it was only the slightest bit.
As Shi Hao laughed, the first Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring on his body lit up.
Immediately afterward, his body began to change. His originally slender frame gradually grew taller, his muscles bulged, and his bones let out crisp cracking sounds, as though they were growing.
In the blink of an eye, Shi Hao had become a giant ten zhang tall, and he was still growing. His aura became increasingly powerful, and every breath carried astonishing pressure, making the surrounding space tremble faintly.
First Spirit Skill, Strength!
"Th-this... what is that? A giant?"
Everyone was stunned when they saw Shi Hao suddenly become so enormous.
Elder Bai looked up at Shi Hao's mountain-like body, and his scalp tingled.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that if this fight continued, he might be finished!
"Hehehe... Who dares call me a child now?"
Shi Hao looked at his enormous body and suddenly laughed. Everyone had treated him like a child, but what about now?
He was so huge now. Shi Hao really liked this ability!
"Old man... Come fight!"
Shi Hao suddenly looked at the dazed old man in the distance and grinned.
"Then come... Do you think I'm afraid of you? It's nothing but a flashy Spirit Skill."
"Witness this old man's Eighth Spirit Skill!"
Elder Bai could no longer endure Shi Hao's provocation and directly decided to go all out.
You dared to act so arrogantly and use only your First Spirit Skill? Then go die!!
Elder Bai roared as his eighth Spirit Ring began to shine. He exhausted all his Soul Power before finally unleashing his Eighth Spirit Skill, Silver Contempt Spear.
The spear danced through the air, its tip flashing with brilliant light. Its movements were unpredictable—at times like a dragon emerging from the sea, imposing and majestic; at times like a spirit snake flicking its tongue, tricky and bizarre; and at times like a violent storm, dense and swift.
As the spear performed countless movements, layers upon layers of spear shadows filled the air. Then he suddenly let out a long howl, and the spear's radiance surged. The originally complicated spear shadows instantly merged into one—ten thousand spears as one! The spear fused with him, transforming into a gigantic pillar of light that reached the heavens and earth.
"Die for this old man!!!"
Elder Bai roared. He had poured eighty percent of his Soul Power into this strike and paired it with the Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar. Even a Nine-Ring Titled Douluo would have to temporarily avoid its edge.
Because this attack had already reached the level of a Nine-Ring Titled Douluo...
Yet facing the old man's earth-shaking strike, Shi Hao merely threw a punch with a cold expression!
An utterly ordinary punch!
Fist and spear collided with a dull impact, followed immediately by two deafening explosions.
Elder Bai's strike and Shi Hao's fist seemed to contain endless power. They collided in an instant, producing a dazzling radiance that illuminated the entire space as brightly as day.
Bang! Accompanied by a tremendous boom, a massive cloud of white mist suddenly rose and rapidly spread, blocking everyone's vision and preventing them from seeing who had won this fierce confrontation.
The spectators who had already retreated to the outer perimeter were also struck by the shockwave of this powerful force. Unable to keep their footing, they staggered backward one after another.
When the white mist gradually dispersed, people were shocked to discover that the old man's Martial Soul Avatar had actually been snapped in half by Shi Hao.
The once straight and sturdy spear had now broken into two pieces. The old man, who had been braced against the city wall, spat out a large mouthful of blood in an instant. Whether he lived or died was unknown.
A Martial Soul was closely connected to its Spirit Master. Now that the Martial Soul had suffered such severe damage, the Spirit Master naturally would not fare well either. This old man must have suffered grave injuries.
The surrounding crowd could not help exclaiming, "That old man is an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo! How did this child defeat him?"
"Have you all been fooled by that child's age? He is also an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. Have you forgotten those four shocking Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings from earlier?" someone reminded them.
"That's right, this is too heaven-defying! On the continent today, the one praised as an unparalleled genius is the Clear Sky Douluo, who reached the Titled Douluo realm at the age of forty-one! But this child is only six years old and is already a Soul Douluo. Such talent is simply unprecedented!"
Another person said excitedly.
"Looking at it this way, even the Clear Sky Douluo can only be considered ordinary compared to this child. This child simply cannot be described by the word 'genius'!"
Everyone discussed it animatedly, their faces filled with astonishment.
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