Three Reds! Chen Shui and Tai'a Drawn!

Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Red! Red! Red!

"Three Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings! How is that possible?!"

In just an instant, after seeing Qin Shiyuan's Spirit Ring configuration, everyone present fell into incoherent shock.

"Th-three... three! Th-this, this is more than the Pope of Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Douluo combined!"

"A-and he only has Seven Rings! If the last two are also... Hiss! Wouldn't that mean... five Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings all by himself?"

"Not good!"

Qin Shiyuan completed the act of summoning his martial soul in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, Tang Hao and the Shrek group had only just processed the conversation between Qin Shiyuan and Bibi Dong.

Once they understood it, they realized that Qin Shiyuan's target was Xiao Wu as well!

For a moment, the hearts that had only just settled leapt back into their throats.

Especially when Qin Shiyuan's utterly shocking Spirit Rings appeared.

Even someone as powerful as Tang Hao could not help but tense up. He hurriedly warned Tang San and Xiao Wu in the distance.

"Little San, be careful!"

"Hehe, too late!"

Behind his mask, Qin Shiyuan's lips curled slightly upward. With his palm facing down, he fiercely slapped the black rectangular wooden case beside him.

"Clack! Clack!"

Two gears turned, and in the next moment, the two sides of the wooden case swiftly unfolded like a fan.

The fan-shaped case was divided into two sections by a central main pillar.

Four slightly thinner secondary pillars were symmetrically arranged on each of its left and right panels.

One main pillar, plus eight secondary pillars.

Atop each of the nine pillars, a section of a sword hilt was exposed, radiating powerful Soul Power fluctuations.

The blades of those nine swords were hidden within the nine sword pillars.

Of them all, the hidden sword in the center emitted the sharpest aura.

Even without being drawn, it made many of the surrounding people shudder in fear.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

Almost everyone had the same thought.

But Qin Shiyuan quickly gave them the answer through his actions.

"Chen Shui! Tai'a!"

Qin Shiyuan brought two fingers together in a sword gesture and lightly raised them.

In the next moment, the Longswords at the far left and far right of the sword case shot out at once.

"Second Spirit Ability, Two Sleeves Green Snake!"

Qin Shiyuan gave a low cry, and the second purple Spirit Ring behind him instantly lit up.

"Go!"

At his command, the Chen Shui and Tai'a Longswords behind him seemed to transform into swimming serpents.

They traced two utterly unpredictable paths through the air and shot straight toward Tang San and Xiao Wu in the distance!

"Dodge!"

Tang Hao's heart clenched at the sight. He immediately roared toward Tang San and Xiao Wu.

At the same time, all Nine Rings emerged around him. With a flash, he moved directly in front of them.

Facing the two Longswords with their erratic trajectories, he raised the Clear Sky Hammer without hesitation.

"Third Spirit Ability, Wild Wind Dance!"

The gigantic hammer expanded in Tang Hao's hands with the wind. In less than half a breath, it had grown to dozens of meters in size.

As Tang Hao gripped the hammer with both hands, the Clear Sky Hammer, which weighed a full Qian Jun, spun at high speed in his hands like a toy, whipping up a howling hammer wind.

Yet the two Longswords were not easily sent flying as everyone had expected.

Just as they were about to collide with the giant hammer, the two swords swiftly changed direction.

They brushed past the hammer wind at an extremely bizarre angle and continued their assault toward the two behind Tang Hao.

"How is that possible?!"

Seeing this, even the usually composed Tang Hao panicked.

"Eighth Spirit Ability, Qian Jun..."

Tang Hao wanted to stop the Longswords' advance again, but how could Qin Shiyuan possibly give him another chance?

"Clear Sky Douluo, I gave you one chance. What a pity you were useless."

Qin Shiyuan's eyes turned icy in an instant. He did not even spare Tang Hao another glance, merely calling faintly to the side.

"Shi Nian."

"Yes!"

"Seventh Spirit Ability, Martial Soul Avatar!"

"Ninth Spirit Ability, Soul Disturbance Illusion Domain!"

Shi Nian's seventh and ninth Spirit Rings lit up simultaneously.

The next moment, a thick fog of unknown substance instantly obscured everyone's figures.

Tang Hao successfully unleashed his eighth Spirit Ability, but after his consciousness swayed for a moment, he discovered that he was the only one left in the entire area.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Flying Swords...

Everything had completely vanished from his senses. In Tang Hao's field of vision, only he himself and the surrounding gray fog remained.

"Ahhh! Damn it, damn it! Him again!"

"Little San, you have to hold on! Once I get out, I will fight Star-Plucking Tower to the death!"

"It's that Can Meng Douluo's Spirit Ability again! Damn it!"

On the other side of the fog, Tang San was likewise trapped within an illusion.

His mind was fixed on Xiao Wu's safety, and his expression was filled with anxiety.

"No, their target is Xiao Wu. I can't keep dragging this out. Every extra moment means another measure of danger for Xiao Wu."

"I heard Teacher say earlier that this Can Meng Douluo's ability seems to be illusions."

"If that's right, then my Purple Demon Eye should be able to see through it easily!"

Having thought of a solution, Tang San was overjoyed. He immediately directed Soul Power toward his eyes.

A moment later, his originally pitch-black pupils instantly turned a strange dark purple.

Outside the illusion, Shi Nian, who controlled everything, naturally noticed this.

Yet, when faced with the Purple Demon Eye, which perfectly countered his martial soul, there was not the slightest trace of unease on his face.

Instead, his calm eyes held an unusual three parts disdain and seven parts admiration.

His disdain was naturally for Tang San's overestimation of himself.

His admiration, meanwhile, was for Qin Shiyuan.

As someone who had crossed over and knew the plot well, Qin Shiyuan surely knew that Shi Nian's abilities were countered by Tang San.

But since he had still chosen Shi Nian as one of his subordinates, he must have already devised a way to guard against the Purple Demon Eye.

In truth, the method did not involve any particularly advanced technique.

When Shi Nian absorbed his Ninth Spirit Ring, Qin Shiyuan had simply selected an extremely aggressive mental-type Spirit Beast that was close to the hundred-thousand-year limit...

What Shi Nian admired was his master's foresight.

"Purple Demon Eye, break for me!"

Within the illusion, Tang San roared, and two beams of purple light instantly shot from his pupils.

"Buzz!"

When the purple light struck the gray fog, a resonance immediately rang out through the gray space.

But after a long while, the fog not only failed to disperse as Tang San had expected.

Instead, from the point where the Purple Demon Eye had struck, another gray beam of light shot out in response.

Following the same path back, it surged directly into Tang San's eyes before he could close them.

"Ah!"

Tang San only had time to let out a scream before instinctively covering his eyes with both hands.

Through the gaps between his fingers, several streaks of bright red blood could faintly be seen.

Before he could make another move, a loud bang rang out, and the world returned to light.

The Soul Disturbance Illusion Domain... had finally been broken!

Tang Hao emerged from the haze, panting heavily, undisguised monstrous killing intent in his eyes.

"You... all have to die!"