Shi Hao's Might: Instantly Kills an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo!

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring is already extremely rare, but this little boy, who looks no older than six, actually possesses four Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings! This is truly shocking!

And that's not even the most important part. The most important thing is that this child is actually an eight-ring Soul Douluo.

Good heavens… even if he started cultivating from the womb, it wouldn't be this fast.

Bibi Dong was utterly shocked.

On the battlefield!

The old man felt the power from the child opposite him growing stronger and stronger, and the gasps of surprise from his companions were increasing. He hadn't realized what was happening yet.

He looked towards Shi Hao and saw the child glowing with four black and four red Spirit Rings. His heart leaped: "How is this possible? Four Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings?"

"Fake... it must be fake!!!"

The shock caused the old man to lose focus in the battle. He slipped, instantly falling backward. After retreating dozens of steps, he gradually stabilized himself.

With every clash of power, the old man felt increasingly strained.

This power is truly immense!

With every punch the child threw, the next punch carried even more power. If this continued, he would truly lose.

This child fought like he grew stronger with every battle, pushing the old man back step by step.

"Is this child a monster?"

Elder Bai's expression was extremely distressed. He realized that the child hadn't even used any Spirit Skills, relying solely on the power granted by his Martial Soul.

Having no other choice, he unleashed his Martial Soul True Body, the Silver Spear.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a silver long spear stood silently behind the old man. The spear's body shimmered with a cool and dazzling silver light. Its tip was incredibly sharp, and its shaft was long and straight. Its smooth surface reflected the surrounding light, and faint carvings could be seen.

He vaguely felt the oppressive aura emanating from the old man's Silver Spear.

"Finally, something interesting!"

From a distance, Shi Hao suddenly grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

This was the first time he had felt the pressure of a real fight. When he fought others before, he hadn't felt any pressure at all; it was even a bit boring.

But this time, he finally felt a little bit of pressure, though it was still just a little.

As Shi Hao's laughter echoed, his first Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring lit up.

Immediately after, his body began to transform. His originally slender physique gradually grew taller, muscles bulged, and his bones made crisp cracking sounds as if they were growing.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Hao had transformed into a giant ten zhang tall, and he was still growing. His aura became increasingly powerful, with each breath carrying an astonishing pressure that made the surrounding space tremble slightly.

First Spirit Skill, Strength!

"What... what is this? A giant?"

Everyone was stunned to see Shi Hao suddenly grow so large.

Elder Bai looked up at Shi Hao's mountain-like form, his scalp tingling.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that if this continued, he might be finished!

"Hehehehe... Who dares call me a child now?"

Shi Hao looked at his massive body and suddenly chuckled. Everyone had treated him like a child, but what about now!

He was so big, and Shi Hao really liked this ability!

"Old man... come and fight!"

Shi Hao suddenly looked at the stunned old man in the distance and grinned.

"Bring it on... I'm not afraid of you. It's just a Spirit Skill that looks impressive but lacks substance."

"Witness my Eighth Spirit Skill!"

Elder Bai couldn't stand Shi Hao's attitude and decided to go all out.

He was being too careless, only using his first Spirit Skill. Fine, then die!!

Elder Bai roared, and his eighth Spirit Ring began to shine. He unleashed his Eighth Spirit Skill, the Silver Contempt Spear, with all his might and all his Spirit Power.

The long spear danced in the air, its tip flashing with brilliant light. The spear techniques were unpredictable, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the sea with immense power, sometimes like a viper flicking its tongue, cunning and elusive; at other times, like a fierce storm, dense and rapid.

As the spear performed various movements, countless spear shadows appeared. He suddenly let out a long cry, and the spear's light intensified. The previously complex spear shadows instantly merged into one, ten thousand spears becoming one! The long spear fused with him, transforming into a colossal pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth.

"Die for me!!!"

Elder Bai roared. He poured eighty percent of his Spirit Power into this attack, combined with his Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul True Body. Even a nine-ring Titled Douluo would have to evade this blow.

Because his attack had reached the level of a nine-ring Titled Douluo...

Facing the old man's grand and imposing attack, Shi Hao simply responded with a cold-faced punch!

A plain punch!

The fist and spear met, emitting a dull thud, followed by two deafening explosions.

The fist Shi Hao threw and the spear seemed to contain endless power. They collided instantly, creating a dazzling light that illuminated the entire space as if it were day.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, a massive cloud of white mist suddenly rose, quickly spreading and obscuring everyone's vision, making it impossible to tell who had won this fierce confrontation.

The spectators who had retreated to the outer perimeter were now also impacted by this powerful force, stumbling and staggering backward.

As the white mist gradually dispersed, people were astonished to find that the old man's Martial Soul True Body had been forcibly broken by Shi Hao.

The once straight and rigid spear was now snapped into two pieces, and the old man, who had been firmly planted, instantly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his condition unknown.

The Martial Soul and the Spirit Master are intimately connected; with the Martial Soul severely damaged, the Spirit Master would naturally not fare well. This old man must have sustained serious injuries.

The surrounding crowd couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "That old man is an eight-ring Soul Douluo! How did this child defeat him?"

"Are you all being fooled by the 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, it's truly heaven-defying! The one hailed as the peerless genius on the continent today 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 has already become a Soul Douluo. This talent is simply unprecedented!" another person said excitedly.

"Looking at it this way, even the Clear Sky Douluo would be considered mediocre compared to this child. This child cannot simply be described as 'talented'!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their faces filled with astonishment.

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