Soul Ring?

"God, could that also be the Young Emperor's martial soul?"

"It seems so."

"Doesn't that mean the Young Emperor has a Three Lives Spirit?"

"Heaven bless our clan!"

Every member of the Azure Hill Clan, young and old, male and female, wore expressions of utter disbelief. A Three Lives Spirit was absolutely unprecedented in the entire history of Douluo Continent.

Boom!

Dark clouds blanketed the sky as several peals of thunder rang out, as though the heavens themselves envied Ye Mo's talent.

Boom!

A precise bolt of lightning struck toward Ye Mo with terrifying speed. Most of the clansmen did not even have time to react.

But with Hu Zixin's Titled Douluo-level strength, could anyone possibly hurt Ye Mo right before her eyes? If she truly let it succeed, then Hu Zixin might as well stop being a Titled Douluo and buy a block of tofu to smash herself to death with.

At that moment, Hu Zixin's Titled Douluo strength was displayed without reservation. A powerful wave of Soul Power enveloped all of Heart Tide Lake.

Hu Zixin instantly appeared before Ye Mo. Nine Soul Rings slowly rose beneath her feet, and Ye Mo finally saw them clearly.

Yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red. She actually had two hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings!

One of the black Soul Rings flashed distinctly, and Hu Zixin's pale pink pupils turned scarlet.

Her fair little hands reached toward the lightning and clenched at empty air, imprisoning the entire bolt in midair.

"Hmph."

Hu Zixin snorted coldly and closed her clenched hand tightly. The lightning seemed to collapse as it gradually dissipated into the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire sky seemed to be roaring, unleashing deafening thunder. Heavenly lightning churned through the cloud-covered heavens as though it could descend at any moment.

"My God, is that heavenly lightning?"

"Could the Young Emperor's talent have made even the heavens jealous?"

"From the looks of it, the heavenly lightning is trying to erase the Young Emperor!"

The clansmen at Heart Tide Lake began to panic. This was their Young Emperor—the Young Emperor who would lead the Azure Hill Clan to greatness. They would never allow him to perish here, no matter the cost.

"Let us pray for our clan spirit to bless the Young Emperor!"

"That's right! Let us beg our clan spirit to bless the Young Emperor!"

Someone shouted from within the crowd, and countless clansmen responded. The agitated crowd gradually fell silent.

If someone looked down upon Heart Tide Lake from above at that moment, they would certainly be astonished. Every clansman sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes shut, their faces filled with devotion.

An invisible white glow drifted from every person's body, and all those white lights gathered toward the Nine-Tailed Fox Statue.

On the island where Ye Mo stood, every expert in the clan at Soul Sage rank or above had gathered, surrounding him.

Ye Mo raised his head and looked at the sky. Was it still the same as before? Rejected by this world—whether in his previous life or this one, he had always been rejected by the world, fighting alone alongside them. Why? Simply to survive better.

A faint, imperceptible sorrow flashed through Ye Mo's eyes. Then his hand was suddenly grasped by a flawless, snow-white little hand.

Ye Mo turned and met a pair of beautiful deep-blue eyes. Wasn't it Leng Ning? Leng Ning smiled at Ye Mo, and that smile tugged at his heartstrings.

Ye Mo looked at the clansmen surrounding him and at Hu Zixin standing protectively before him. In his previous life, he and they had fought alone. But this life was different, because he had the entire clan.

Ye Mo smiled, and his entire bearing changed with it. If the previous Ye Mo had seemed like a proud and aloof king, then he now resembled a worthy and accomplished emperor. Every movement radiated incomparable confidence, every word carried a convincing charm, and he was no longer alone.

It was hard to imagine such an aura appearing on an eight-year-old child. Even an emperor who had ruled his entire life might not possess such a presence.

Ye Mo patted Hu Zixin on the shoulder. Hu Zixin turned her head and looked at him in confusion, but Ye Mo only smiled silently and shook his head.

As if she understood what Ye Mo meant, shock filled Hu Zixin's scarlet pupils. She wanted to speak but stopped herself, because she realized that the person before her no longer seemed to be the little Young Emperor she knew. He seemed like an emperor.

Ye Mo pushed aside the clansmen standing in front of him. The surrounding clansmen were utterly baffled, having no idea what their little Young Emperor intended to do.

Then, in the next second, they were stunned. Their Young Emperor actually raised his middle finger at the heavens.

Boom!

A bolt of heavenly lightning crashed down, seeming to carry the roar of the firmament itself.

Ye Mo shook his head. A purple fox appeared behind him—the same purple fox from before. No, it should now be called a Millennial Fox.

Everyone around him felt another surge of agitation from their fox martial souls, though they did not manifest on their own in reverse like before.

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

Then a Soul Ring slowly rose beneath Ye Mo's feet.

How was that possible? The Young Emperor had not even absorbed a Soul Ring yet. How could he already have one?

And it was actually a dark purple Soul Ring.

A closer look would reveal strange patterns on it, appearing incomparably bizarre.

The heavenly lightning struck where Ye Mo stood, instantly blasting a crater over ten meters long. Yet Ye Mo was nowhere within it. Only a faint purple glow remained—and it was shaped like a fox.

Naturally, experts of their level quickly sensed Ye Mo's location and hurriedly turned to look behind them.

"Trash."

A crisp but childish voice rang out.

"Trash."

Not far from the crater, Ye Mo stood in another spot, his little hand still arrogantly holding up its middle finger. Then another bolt of heavenly lightning struck down.

Soon afterward, Ye Mo appeared again some distance away, his little hand still firmly raised.

Was that the Young Emperor's Spatial Soul Skill? The legendary, incomparably rare Spatial Soul Skill?

They finally understood why the heavens were striking the Young Emperor. With such a monstrous genius, it would be stranger if the heavens did not strike him.

These chapters contained a lot of information.

Readers whose minds could not keep up could reread them a few times, haha.

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

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