Only Black Rings? That Was a Bit Low-Class

Above the Dark Night Arena in Heaven Dou City.

Two powerful streaks of light tore through the sky, then came to an abrupt stop in midair. The gale they stirred up scattered even the clouds.

Once they revealed themselves, they proved to be Thousand Jun Douluo, the Sixth Worship of the Worship Hall, and Falling Devil Douluo, the Seventh Worship.

The two looked down from above at the brightly lit, massive building below, their eyes filled with disdain.

"Heh, a shabby little place like this actually produced three peerless beauties in a row."

Falling Devil Douluo toyed with the Coiled Dragon Staff in his hand, a confident sneer hanging on his face.

Thousand Jun Douluo stroked his beard and smiled as well, unable to hide the gleam in his eyes.

"If we bring these three back, the Great Worship and Second Worship will surely be able to use this opportunity to break through that final shackle!"

"Then Spirit Hall's unification of the continent will be just around the corner!"

At that, a glint of agreement flashed through Falling Devil Douluo's eyes, and he licked his lips.

"Once the Great Worship and the others succeed, any new peerless beauties who appear on the Ranking List will be ours for the taking!"

The two exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter, as though everything below already lay in their grasp.

"Enough. Stop wasting time and get to work."

Falling Devil Douluo did not wish to wait any longer. His body suddenly trembled.

"Boom—!"

A terrifying pressure belonging to a Level 96 Titled Douluo instantly crushed down on the area below like Mount Tai bearing down from above.

Immediately afterward, nine Soul Rings rose one after another from beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, and five black.

Though there was no hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring among them, this standard optimal Soul Ring configuration, combined with the foundation of a Titled Douluo, was enough to make people anywhere on the continent tremble and worship.

Falling Devil Douluo sank his qi into his dantian, and his voice exploded above the Dark Night Arena. "Who is the Arena Master of the Dark Night Arena?"

"Why have you not come out at once to pay your respects?!"

That roar, wrapped in immense Soul Power, made the ears of the cheering audience inside buzz violently.

The previously boisterous Duel Arena fell silent in an instant.

More than ten thousand spectators, along with the contestants on the stage, all raised their heads to look into the sky.

There, two figures radiating terrifying auras hovered in midair, their nine Soul Rings especially glaring in the night.

"Tw... two Titled Douluo?" someone cried out in shock.

Among the crowd, quite a few well-informed Old Spectators and descendants of major powers recognized the visitors at once.

"That's the Coiled Dragon Staff Martial Soul... and those clothes!"

"My heavens! Those are Thousand Jun Douluo and Falling Devil Douluo, Venerables of Spirit Hall!"

"Looks like the rewards on this Peerless Beauty Ranking are too tempting. Even these Old Monsters who never show themselves couldn't sit still and have come personally to seize people!"

Those reminders immediately stirred up a commotion throughout the arena.

Spirit Hall was the strongest power on the continent. Now that two great Venerables had arrived in person, they were clearly here to snatch people outright!

However, what Falling Devil and Thousand Jun had not expected was that the anticipated scene of universal worship and chaos never came.

The anticipated scene of universal worship and chaos never came.

After their brief astonishment, the expressions of the audience below actually became somewhat excited.

There was even a hint of indifference.

"That's it...?"

"They do look pretty strong, but doesn't that Soul Ring configuration seem kind of unimpressive...?"

"Exactly. I thought they'd be much more impressive. They're pretty ordinary."

Though the voices were not loud, Falling Devil Douluo and Thousand Jun Douluo had keen hearing, and every word entered their ears clearly.

Ordinary?

Falling Devil Douluo's face instantly darkened. He was the Seventh Worship of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall. Wherever he went, was he not treated like an emperor?

Today, a pack of ants was actually looking down on his Soul Ring configuration?!

However, before he could fly into a rage.

An excited cry suddenly rang out from the Duel Arena below.

It came from the Gold Medal Dealer of the Duel Arena. Standing atop a table and waving betting slips in his hand, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come on, come on, a big show's here!"

"Two Douluo from Spirit Hall have come to challenge the arena, facing off against one of the Duel Arena's Stewards!"

"Betting opens now! No more bets once they're placed! Anyone who wants to wager, hurry up—miss this and you won't get another chance!"

The moment those words fell, the entire Duel Arena erupted. Cheers, betting calls, and jeers blended into a single uproar.

"We have to bet on the Duel Arena!"

"Fortune favors the bold! Those two Venerables are Old Monsters who've been famous for ages. I'm betting on them!"

"Which Steward will be fighting, anyway? If it's Steward Xue, I'm putting down my entire fortune!"

They had completely treated the two Titled Douluo in the sky as contestants brought in to entertain them.

The faces of the two men in the air twisted with rage.

"Bastards!"

"A bunch of nobodies dares to open betting on this old man?!"

"You're courting death!"

Falling Devil Roar-ed furiously and was just about to make a move, teaching these fools who did not know their place a lesson.

Suddenly.

"Whoosh—"

An icy wind blew through without warning.

The weather, which had been slightly warm only moments ago, turned frigid in an instant.

Then, flakes of crystal-clear snow slowly drifted down through the air.

The snowflakes looked soft and gentle, yet they carried a chill that seemed capable of freezing one's very soul.

Falling Devil Douluo, who had been burning with fury moments earlier, felt a chill surge up his spine and shoot straight to his head. His hand paused involuntarily.

"Snow?"

Falling Devil raised his head in confusion and looked at the scene before him.

"How could it snow in the middle of summer?"

Thousand Jun Douluo's expression changed beside him, and his gaze immediately turned grave. As the elder brother, his senses were sharper.

"Something's wrong!"

"These snowflakes contain extremely powerful Soul Power fluctuations!"

Without another word, Thousand Jun Douluo released his immense spiritual power, intending to sweep across the entire Duel Arena and locate the source of this strange phenomenon.

But the next instant.

His eyes widened abruptly, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

"How is that possible?!"

The moment his spiritual power touched the falling snowflakes, it vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, its connection severed outright!

The snow filling the sky had actually formed a natural barrier, completely blocking his investigation!

As the two brothers wavered in uncertainty.

The previously noisy Duel Arena below seemed to come to a mutual understanding. The voices gradually quieted, and everyone obediently sat in their seats.

Then, a sound came from the entrance passage of the Dark Night Arena.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

The sound was soft, the click of high heels against stone slabs.

It carried a steady rhythm, neither hurried nor slow.

Yet at that moment, it echoed clearly between heaven and earth, even drowning out the sound of wind and snow.

The audience members, who had just been so quiet, flushed with excitement the moment they heard it.

"She's here! She's here!"

"Haha! This one's in the bag! I bet ten thousand Gold Soul Coins on the Duel Arena!"

"This ticket was worth it today! I actually get to see Steward Xue fight two Titled Douluo with my own eyes!"

In the air, Thousand Jun and Falling Devil had already discarded their scornful expressions, replacing them with wary looks.

They stared fixedly at the dark entrance, circulating their Soul Power.

Because as those footsteps drew nearer.

A terrifying aura, carrying pure killing intent, approached slowly from within, like an ancient Fierce Beast.