Inside a cave somewhere on the Douluo Continent, a scruffy, bearded middle-aged man sat with his eyes tightly shut. He mobilized all the Soul Power in his body, repeatedly charging toward a certain bottleneck. At last, after two and a half days of effort, the bottleneck that had once trapped him vanished completely, and his aura finally surged.
"Level ninety-six. Not bad."
Tang Hao sensed the state of his body, then looked at the nine Soul Rings around him—two yellow, one purple, four black, and one red—and was quite satisfied with his current condition.
Back then, after fusing with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, his Soul Power had leaped straight to level ninety-two. And because of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring's immense power, even without cultivating, his cultivation had still broken through to level ninety-five during those years he lay around in Holy Spirit Village.
But although he possessed the cultivation of a level ninety-five Titled Douluo at the time, aside from the battle records he had achieved in his youth, Tang Hao's actual strength had been rather hollow.
The injuries that constantly tormented him kept him in intense pain at every moment. Back then, even without Exploding Ring, he could not fight any opponent of the same level for long. If the battle dragged on even a little, his old and new injuries flaring up together would have been enough to kill him. As for the truly terrifying shattering of all nine rings, an attack capable of unleashing god-level power, he had not even dared to consider it.
Because under the explosive force of shattering all nine rings, whether the enemy died or not was uncertain, but he would definitely die first.
But now, everything was different. With the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone's endless vitality, his injuries had completely healed.