Soul ring?

"Heavens, that couldn't be the Young Emperor's Martial Soul too, could it?"

"Looks like it is."

"Doesn't that mean the Young Emperor has three Martial Souls?"

"Heaven bless our clan!"

Every member of the Azure Hill Clan, regardless of age or gender, wore an expression of disbelief. Three Martial Souls were unprecedented in the entire history of the Douluo Continent.

"Boom!"

The entire sky was covered in dark clouds, and several thunderclaps echoed, as if the heavens themselves were jealous of Ye Mo's talent.

"Boom!"

A precise and swift bolt of lightning struck towards Ye Mo. It was so fast that most of the clan members didn't even have time to react.

However, for Hu Zixin, who possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo, was it possible to harm Ye Mo under her watch? If it really succeeded, then Hu Zixin wouldn't deserve to be a Titled Douluo. She might as well buy a block of tofu and smash herself to death.

At this moment, the strength of a Titled Douluo was undoubtedly displayed, and a powerful Soul Power fluctuation enveloped the entire Heart Tide Lake.

Hu Zixin instantly arrived in front of Ye Mo, and nine Soul Rings slowly rose beneath her feet. It was at this moment that Ye Mo finally saw them clearly.

Yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red... there were actually two 100,000-year Soul Rings!

One of the black Soul Rings flickered noticeably, and Hu Zixin's originally light pink pupils turned scarlet.

A pair of fair hands clenched in the direction of the lightning, and the entire bolt of lightning was imprisoned in the void.

"Hmph!"

Hu Zixin snorted coldly, and the hand clenched tightly, the lightning slowly dissipated into the sky as if it had collapsed.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The entire sky seemed to be roaring, emitting deafening thunder, and the dark clouds in the sky were filled with rolling thunder, as if it would descend at any moment.

"My God, is that heavenly lightning?"

"Could it be that the Young Emperor's talent has made the entire heavens jealous?"

"Judging by the look of the heavenly lightning, it seems like it wants to obliterate the Young Emperor!"

The members of the Heart Tide Lake clan began to panic. This was their Young Emperor, the one who would lead the Azure Hill Clan to its peak. They would never allow the Young Emperor to fall here, no matter the cost.

"Let us pray to the spirit of our clan to protect the Young Emperor!"

"Yes, let us pray to the spirit of our clan to protect the Young Emperor!"

Someone shouted in the crowd, and this was echoed by countless clan members. The restless crowd gradually calmed down.

If one were to look at the entire Heart Tide Lake from above at this moment, they would be shocked. Every clan member had their eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a devout expression on their faces.

A white light invisible to the naked eye floated from each person's body, and the direction in which these white lights converged was the Nine-Tailed Fox Statue.

On the island where Ye Mo was located, the clan's experts above the Soul Sage level had gathered, surrounding Ye Mo.

Ye Mo raised his head and looked at the sky. Was it still the same as before? Being rejected by this world. Whether it was in his previous life or this life, he was being rejected by the world, fighting alongside them alone. Not for any reason, just to be able to live a better life.

Thinking of this, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in Ye Mo's eyes. Suddenly, his hand was pulled up. It was a flawless, white hand.

Ye Mo turned his head and met a pair of beautiful eyes with a deep blue color. Wasn't it Leng Ning? Leng Ning smiled at Ye Mo, the smile touching Ye Mo's heartstrings.

Ye Mo looked at the clan members surrounding him and Hu Zixin standing in front of him. In his previous life, he and they were fighting alone, but this life was different, because he still had the entire clan!

Ye Mo smiled, driving the change in his entire person's temperament. If the previous Ye Mo looked like an aloof king, then the current Ye Mo was more like a qualified and successful emperor, every move carrying unparalleled confidence, every word carrying convincing charm, and no longer alone.

It was hard to imagine that this would appear on an 8-year-old child, even a lifelong emperor might not have this kind of temperament.

Ye Mo patted Hu Zixin's shoulder. Hu Zixin turned her head and looked at Ye Mo in confusion. Ye Mo smiled and shook his head at her without saying a word.

As if understanding Ye Mo's meaning, Hu Zixin's scarlet pupils were filled with shock. Hu Zixin hesitated, because she found that the person in front of her didn't seem to be the little Young Emperor she was familiar with, but more like an emperor.

Ye Mo pushed away the clan members blocking in front of Ye Mo. The surrounding clan members were all confused, not knowing what the little Young Emperor was going to do.

And they were shocked in the next second. Their Young Emperor actually raised his middle finger to the sky!

"Boom!"

A bolt of heavenly lightning struck down, as if carrying the roar of the sky.

Ye Mo shook his head, and a purple fox appeared behind him. It was the previous purple fox, but now it should be called the Millennial Fox.

The surrounding people felt a surge in their own fox Martial Souls, but it wasn't as direct and autonomous as before.

Someone wanted to stop the lightning from falling, but stopped when they saw Ye Mo's back. The little Young Emperor's back filled them with belief in him.

And a Soul Ring slowly floated under Ye Mo's feet.

How was that possible? The Young Emperor hadn't absorbed a Soul Ring yet, so how could he have a Soul Ring?

And it was actually a deep purple Soul Ring!

If you looked closely, you could see a strange pattern on it, looking extremely strange.

The heavenly lightning struck the place where Ye Mo was, instantly blasting a large pit more than ten meters long, but there was no sign of Ye Mo in the pit. All that was left was a faint purple light, and it was still a fox-shaped purple light.

Of course, with the strength of the experts at their current level, they quickly sensed Ye Mo's direction and hurriedly looked behind them.

"Trash."

A crisp, childish voice rang out.

"Trash."

Not far from the large pit, Ye Mo's small hand was still audaciously raising his middle finger, followed by another bolt of lightning striking down.

Then, Ye Mo reappeared not far away, his little hand still firmly raised.

The Young Emperor's Spatial Soul Skill was a legendary and incredibly rare Spatial Soul Skill.

They finally understood why the heavens were striking the Young Emperor; it would be strange if such a monstrous prodigy wasn't struck by lightning.

This chapter has a lot of information.

Readers who can't keep up can read it a few times, haha.

Also, I originally wanted to update two chapters yesterday, but then I went to play Honor of Kings with a girl. I'll try to make it up today.

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