Sun Sheng curled his lip slightly, loosened up a little, and struck a pose as if he were about to show off his skills.
By then, quite a few people had gathered outside Spirit Hall, all coming to watch the excitement.
"Humph, putting on an act!"
The unconvinced guard watched his movements and sneered coldly.
Though his voice was low, the many Soul Masters present had sharp enough hearing to catch it clearly.
"You'll be surprised soon enough."
Sun Sheng glanced at the guard with a wicked smile, and waves of twenty-third-level Soul Power gradually rose from his body.
Everyone present frowned slightly after sensing his Soul Power Level.
At his age, reaching level twenty-three was indeed quite impressive.
But in Spirit City, it was far too common and nothing special.
"Heh, I thought your talent was supposed to be amazing. You're only level twenty-three, yet you dare show off? What a frog at the bottom of a well!"
Seeing Sun Sheng's Soul Power, the guard let out a long breath and mocked him coldly.
Sun Sheng remained utterly calm upon hearing that and summoned his martial soul.
An Iron Staff?
When everyone saw his martial soul, they froze in place.
Wasn't this just the most ordinary Iron Staff martial soul?
When Sun Sheng released his first spirit ring, the entire scene instantly erupted into heated discussion.
A ten-year spirit ring?
Was this kid here to be a joke?
A level twenty-three Soul Grandmaster with a ten-year spirit ring.
And he called himself talented.
This was fucking absurd.
"Hahaha, an ordinary Iron Staff martial soul and a ten-year spirit ring!"
"Kid, this is the outstanding talent you were talking about?"
After seeing his first spirit ring, the guard laughed and mocked him without restraint.
Ghost Douluo, meanwhile, wore a furious expression as he gritted his teeth and said sinisterly, "Kid, this is your so-called talent?"
At that moment, he felt as though he had been toyed with, and rage burned within him.
He then raised his right palm, ready to kill Sun Sheng with a single strike and vent the fury in his heart.
But just then, a flash of purple light flickered past.
A Purple Soul Ring followed the White Spirit Ring, slowly descending into view.
Silence!
The entire place fell silent!
When everyone saw the Purple Soul Ring, they all shut their mouths, their eyes widening as they fell into shock.
Quite a few even thought they had seen wrong and rubbed their eyes.
But when they looked again, it was still a thousand-year spirit ring radiating a purple glow.
The guard who had been laughing and mocking him moments earlier was completely dumbfounded, standing there blankly for a long time without recovering.
Ghost Douluo also stopped, slowly withdrawing his hand as he stared wide-eyed at the particularly striking thousand-year spirit ring.
A... Thousand-Year Second Ring!
H-how was that possible!
The first spirit ring was a ten-year spirit ring.
Yet the second spirit ring had directly leapt to a thousand-year spirit ring.
I-I wasn't seeing things, was I?
Th-this was unbelievable.
Whoosh!
The silent crowd suddenly burst into uproar, discussing Sun Sheng's second spirit ring in shock.
"Lord Ghost Douluo, are you satisfied with this kid's talent?"
Sun Sheng looked at the stunned crowd and asked smugly.
"Hahahaha, good! You truly are a genius."
"Kid, you really do have some skill."
After a moment of shock, Ghost Douluo threw back his head and laughed, delight written all over his face.
"Lord Ghost Douluo, may I join Spirit Hall now?" Sun Sheng asked with a smile.
"Of course. Spirit Hall welcomes you." Ghost Douluo extended a hand in invitation.
Such monstrous talent, possessing a Thousand-Year Second Ring—his future was limitless.
As long as he did not die young, he would definitely surpass Ghost Douluo.
If His Holiness the Pope learned of this, it would be a great merit for him.
"Then can we go in now?" Sun Sheng asked.
"Come, I'll take you inside to handle the procedures."
Ghost Douluo patted his shoulder and prepared to lead him into the hall.
"By the way, Lord Ghost Douluo, how should these two be dealt with?"
Sun Sheng looked at the two guards, whose faces were filled with terror, and smiled coldly.
"That's easy. I'll have someone make them disappear later."
Ghost Douluo naturally understood what he meant. With those words, he decided the two men's fate.
Upon hearing Ghost Douluo's words, the two guards collapsed to the ground in fright, their faces pale and their eyes lifeless.
"My lord, please spare us!"
"We were blind and failed to recognize greatness. We deserve to be beaten. Please spare our lives, my lord!"
In order to survive, the two crawled to Sun Sheng's feet on their knees, repeatedly slapping themselves and kowtowing as they begged desperately.
But Sun Sheng ignored them and followed Ghost Douluo into the hall.
There was no need to show mercy to people like them.
Before long, the two guards were taken to a secluded place by two Red-Clothed Bishops and dealt with on the spot.
Under Ghost Douluo's guidance, Sun Sheng soon completed all the procedures and officially became a member of Spirit Hall.
During that time, Ghost Douluo even specifically invited Sun Sheng to become his disciple.
However, Sun Sheng declined, citing reasons such as their martial souls being incompatible.
Seeing that Sun Sheng had no such intention, Ghost Douluo did not press the matter. After arranging a guest room for him, he hurried to the Papal Hall to report the matter to Bibi Dong.
After Ghost Douluo left, news that Sun Sheng possessed a Thousand-Year Second Ring instantly spread throughout Spirit Hall, causing quite a stir and even alerting the Elder Hall.
It drew many Spirit Hall elders and offerings who came hoping to accept him as a disciple.
Spirit Hall's Sixth Elder, Qianjun Douluo, was especially eager.
Upon receiving the news, he immediately rushed over and found Sun Sheng.
After all, his martial soul was the Qianjun Staff, which belonged to the same type as Sun Sheng's and made him the most suitable choice.
Unfortunately, Sun Sheng had no interest in that and tactfully refused with all sorts of excuses.
After all, his goal was to take Bibi Dong as his master.
Besides, Qianjun Douluo's cultivation was far too low to catch his eye.
In Sun Sheng's memories, Qianjun Douluo's combat strength was nothing impressive. He had once been held back by the level ninety-three Ma Hongjun, which had greatly disappointed him.
If Qianjun Douluo learned what Sun Sheng was thinking, he would definitely cough up blood on the spot.
He was still a level ninety-six peak Douluo, a powerhouse ranked among the best on the Douluo Continent.
Yet he was being looked down upon by a kid.
"Sun Sheng?"
"Sun Sheng is here!"
"He finally appeared."
Hu Liena, who had been cultivating in Spirit Hall, rushed over impatiently upon hearing news of Sun Sheng.
The instant she saw him, an indescribable flutter rose in her eyes.
"Big sister, we meet again."
Sun Sheng looked at the beauty before him, slowly spread his arms, and smiled calmly.
That radiant smile was like a beam of dawn, striking Hu Liena's tender heart.
"Little brother, you scared your sister to death."
Hu Liena suddenly rushed forward and pulled him into her arms.
Breathing in her faint fragrance and feeling the softness against his face, Sun Sheng gradually became intoxicated.
Ding! Progress of the mission to win Hu Liena: 80%. Ding! Progress of the mission to win Hu Liena: 90%. Ding! Progress of the mission to win Hu Liena: 100%. Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission to win Hu Liena. Reward: Mental Domain, one Soul Orb.
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