"To think you possess such strength. You must have stumbled upon some tremendous fortune. Hand it over, and I'll spare your life." Yu Luomian forcibly suppressed his excitement.
Qin Yuan's strength had grown considerably compared to a few years ago. If that fortune fell into his hands, perhaps he could soon break through to Titled Douluo.
"Yu Luomian, you're still asking for a beating, just like before!" Qin Yuan showed not a flicker of emotion. The next instant, eight Spirit Rings appeared beneath his feet: purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red.
"A Soul Douluo with two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!" Everyone was stunned.
It seemed the continent had never seen such a monstrously powerful expert. Even Tang Chen in his day had never achieved this.
"You talk too much." Lei Zhen picked at his ear, his face full of impatience.
"Yu Luomian, I've fucking hated the sight of you for ages. You're not leaving today."
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Nine Spirit Rings appeared: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. He made no attempt to conceal his Titled Douluo aura.
The many experts of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan seemed not to have grasped the situation and were completely unprepared.
Lei Zhen shot forward, sending Yu Luomian flying with a single thrust of his war spear. He did not stop there, following up with even fiercer attacks and giving Yu Luomian a thorough thrashing.
The other experts of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan recovered their senses and tried to rescue Yu Luomian, only to find Qin Yuan blocking their path, alone with his saber.
In the distance, many people were watching the clash.
At this auction, Lei Zhen had won a forty-thousand-year Soul Bone. As a result, many experts from factions