Suotuo City, Flender's Shop.
"Fine, since that's how it is, I'll broaden your horizons."
As Ye Buqun spoke, a thought crossed his mind, and the phantom of a coiling Blue Dragon appeared behind him. Not only that, nine Soul Rings rose beneath his feet—six black and three red!
Needless to say, he had summoned the replicated Yu Yuanzhen.
Over the past few years at the Great Soul Arena, he had continuously completed missions and raised the replicated Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power to level ninety-nine. All of his Soul Rings had also been elevated to more than ten thousand years.
Flender was completely dumbfounded.
This was actually a Title Douluo?! All Soul Rings above ten thousand years? And three 100,000-Year Soul Rings?!
What kind of ridiculous joke was this?!
Not only was Flender utterly stunned, but the powerful aura emanating from Ye Buqun suppressed him so thoroughly that he could not move at all.
A Soul Saint was nothing more than a little brother before a Title Douluo. Not to mention that this man's Soul Ring configuration was so absurdly powerful.
Just who was this guy?!
Flender truly lived up to his name. The moment he saw this, he immediately backed down. "I-I didn't know a Title Douluo had arrived. I was only making a small joke with the two of you. Please forgive me, Your Excellency."
Before absolute strength, almost no one could refuse to yield.
Since Flender had held back in that punch earlier, Ye Buqun did not wish to make things too difficult for him. He teased, "Uncle, you're quite the businessman. Raising the price on the spot—you nearly had us fooled just now."
Cold sweat ran down Flender's back. "You're joking, Your Excellency. Please take the ring you liked earlier. Consider it compensation for you."
The crafty,