Two Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings!

Bang!!!

As the two clashed for the first time, a thunderous boom echoed through the forest.

Tang Hao's stance of not intending to use his full strength instantly crumbled beneath that sword strike. He felt as though he had been rammed by a frenzied beast, his body sent flying backward uncontrollably as the explosive force of the collision blasted him dozens of meters away.

Amid the billowing dust, Tang Hao steadied himself, but the initial composure was gone from his face, replaced by disbelief and fury.

He lowered his head to look at his fist. A deep, bloody gash had been carved into it by Blade's Shizun's Sword, and blood slowly dripped down, staining the ground beneath his feet.

A kid with Innate Full Soul Power, at most a level-ten Soul Master, had actually managed to injure him? How was that possible?!

This was simply the greatest joke in the world! Tang Hao's heart was like a powder keg set ablaze, flames of rage roaring within his chest.

Most importantly, he was not even sure whether Blade possessed any Spirit Rings. Yet judging by the current situation, Blade had not activated any Spirit Rings at all and could still confront him head-on!

At that moment, Tang Hao stared fixedly at Blade, who appeared completely unscathed, the fury in his eyes nearly bursting forth.

He gritted his teeth, each word seeming to squeeze through the gaps between them. "Kid, I didn't use much strength just now. I have to admit that I underestimated you. Next, you'd better pray you're strong enough not to be beaten to death. Heh heh."

His voice was cold and threatening. Then he added, "Oh, right. I'll give you one more chance to prepare your Spirit Rings. Of course, that's assuming you have any. Otherwise—"

Tang Hao did not finish his sentence, but its unfinished meaning was sharper than any words. His eyes were filled with killing intent, as though foretelling that the coming battle would show no mercy.

Tang Hao's words came to an abrupt stop. He said no more, choosing to show Blade the consequences with his actions. Every muscle in his body tensed, Soul Power surging within him as he instantly unleashed nearly eighty percent of a Titled Douluo's pressure.

At that moment, centered around Tang Hao, the air around him seemed to boil as a massive whirlwind rose up. It raged through the area, blowing the surrounding trees askew and sending leaves flying wildly through the air like a green downpour. Dust and gravel were swept into the sky, forming a spectacular tornado. The sight was utterly shocking.

Facing the terrifying pressure Tang Hao had unleashed, Blade's Blood-colored Eyes only grew brighter. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. He seemed neither surprised by Tang Hao's actions nor intimidated, and instead looked faintly expectant.

He knew that his current Portrayal Degree was not high, only one-tenth. The power of Spirit Rings was still somewhat necessary to him. Furthermore, the system's suppression of the Mara-Struck and the pain in his body was only at one-tenth as well. These were all things Blade needed to keep in mind during battle.

But Blade also knew that as his Portrayal Progress continued to rise, Spirit Rings might one day become nothing more than the most convenient way for him to intimidate the natives. After all, these people might not understand if he spoke to them about the Power of Abundance,

but if he displayed a few red Spirit Rings, they would immediately understand how powerful he was.

Blade felt both anticipation and a teasing amusement toward this display of power. He knew that his true strength was far beyond what these Spirit Rings could represent.

Then, just as Tang Hao had expected, Blade stood in the forest with extraordinary composure. A subtle curve rested on his lips, his eyes full of amusement, as though Tang Hao's threats meant nothing to him.

"Is that so? I hope you won't disappoint me a second time." Blade's voice was icy and resolute. As soon as he finished speaking, an intensely bright red glow suddenly flashed above his head. Like the dawn breaking over the horizon, it instantly tore through the forest's gloom.

Immediately afterward, that mass of red light slowly unfolded like a blooming flower. A blood-red Spirit Ring leisurely swept over Blade's entire body before quietly settling at his feet. The blood-red Spirit Ring was vivid and eye-catching, like congealed blood, radiating a heart-palpitating aura.

But what was even more shocking was that after this Hundred Thousand Year Red Spirit Ring came another Spirit Ring, equally dark crimson. The two Spirit Rings reflected each other like twin stars, too dazzling to look at directly.

In an instant, the entire forest seemed to be dyed the red of Red Spider Lilies by those two Hundred Thousand Year Red Spirit Rings. The pressure they exuded even surpassed that which Tang Hao had released, making the surrounding air grow heavy.

As the two red Spirit Rings appeared above Blade's head, the entire forest seemed to become exceptionally eerie. The once tranquil forest now appeared to be shrouded in some mysterious force, and an indescribable tension filled the air.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell upon Blade. Amid the interweaving light and shadow, his figure was especially striking. Those two blood-red Spirit Rings were like twin flames, setting even the surrounding air boiling.

Even the plants in the forest seemed to sense the fluctuations of this power. They all bowed their heads, as though paying respect to the two Spirit Rings.

The birds stopped singing, the beasts hid themselves away, and the entire forest became extraordinarily silent.

As for Blade, that subtle curve remained on his lips, while his eyes were filled with cold indifference and amusement.

His body seemed to grow lighter at that moment. The Shizun's Sword swayed gently in his hand, as if awaiting the arrival of battle.

At that moment, Tang Hao, who had witnessed it all, stared fixedly at the two enormous red Spirit Rings. He stood frozen for a long while, as though he had seen a ghost, unable to believe the sight before him.

Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings—and two of them, at that—occupying the positions of the first and Second Spirit Ring. What an unprecedented existence that was on Douluo Continent!

Stormy Waves surged in Tang Hao's heart. He could not imagine that a Soul Master who appeared to be only level ten could possess such terrifying Spirit Rings.

This was not merely a symbol of strength. It overturned the traditional understanding of Douluo Continent. In his eyes, Blade's image instantly became blurred and mysterious. What secrets was this young man hiding?

No! He was not merely level ten with Innate Full Soul Power at all!! The shock in Tang Hao's heart was like a lake struck by a boulder, sending ripples spreading layer upon layer.

He had learned from his Beloved Son that Blade also possessed Innate Full Soul Power, but he had never told him that Blade's Innate Soul Power had actually reached level twenty! Level twenty Innate Full Soul Power—such an existence was unheard of on Douluo Continent. Even Tang Hao himself had never heard of such terrifying Soul Power.

And Blade had two Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings! Tang Hao had only obtained one Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring after losing a wife! What kind of monster was this Kid?!

Could this really be something a child who had awakened his Martial Soul only a few days ago could possess?!

However, his shock did not last long. As a Titled Douluo, Tang Hao quickly suppressed the inexplicable fear in his heart and began to think carefully.

He secretly analyzed the situation. He now understood how Blade had injured him before—it was because he had two heaven-defying Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings!

As for how Blade had become like this, Tang Hao currently had two guesses. One was that he was someone like the Saint Son of some hidden, supremely powerful sect somewhere on the continent. The other was that he had encountered two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, which had both happened to sacrifice themselves to him!

He had two guesses in mind. One was that Blade might be someone like the Saint Son of a hidden, supremely powerful sect somewhere on the continent. The other was that Blade might have encountered two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, and both of them had sacrificed themselves to him.

After all, he himself had once belonged to the preeminent Clear Sky Sect, and knew that the better a sect was, the better its resources naturally were. Moreover, he had personally experienced the sacrifice of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor and obtained his own Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

But no matter which of those two guesses it was, neither should have been possible under normal circumstances!!