Yu Xiaoheng looked at the soul rings beneath his feet, his brows furrowing.
His Soul Power had already reached level ninety.
Even in terms of total volume, he had surpassed the vast majority of Titled Douluo and even first-class gods.
Yet his ninth soul ring had not appeared.
Although the Rainbow Dragon skull contained terrifying power and had even allowed his Martial Soul to complete an evolution beyond the God King level,
it was ultimately only a soul bone. It could not provide him with a soul ring.
He was now stuck at level ninety.
It was an awkward realm.
He possessed combat power close to the God King level, yet in name, he was still not a Titled Douluo.
Yu Xiaoheng shook his head.
"Level ninety..."
he muttered to himself.
Still, he was not too disappointed.
The quality of the Dragon of the End, combined with the physical body granted by the third level of the Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Method, was enough for him to sweep aside everything in Douluo.
Even the God Kings had to fear the nearly perfect power of heaven's wrath.
That was right. Everything Yu Xiaoheng could sweep aside was everything within Douluo's worldview, not merely everything on Douluo Continent!
How... powerful!
Yu Xiaoheng himself was so intoxicated by it for a moment that it felt unbelievable, dreamlike and unreal!
Yu Xiaoheng withdrew his soul rings and prepared to leave this dead lava lake.
The instant he took a step forward,
his body suddenly stiffened.
His double pupils trembled slightly in their sockets.
Yu Xiaoheng abruptly turned his head and looked in a certain direction within the Far North Land.
In his perception, a strange ripple was slowly rising from that direction.
It was a faint connection that came from deep within his