Great River Sword Descends from the Heavens! Great Tang's Li Xin! Fifteenth Place on the Golden List Revealed!

But this wasn't over yet.

The second and third soul rings that rose immediately afterward were also a deep purple.

Then came the fourth soul ring.

Its color abruptly changed.

Black!

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

The fourth soul ring was already ten thousand years old?

Dai Mubai felt as though his breathing had stopped.

According to Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's theory, the limit for a fourth soul ring was around five thousand years.

This person...

However.

What truly made his scalp tingle were the soul rings that followed.

Black, black.

The fifth and sixth soul rings were still black.

But beginning with the seventh soul ring.

A scarlet blood-red hue stabbed into Dai Mubai's eyes.

Red!

Red!

Red!

The final three soul rings were all red soul rings representing the Hundred-Thousand-Year Level!

Nine rings!

Also a Titled Douluo!

Yet this soul ring configuration was enough to crush ninety-nine percent of the Titled Douluo in this world!

"This..."

"How is this possible?!"

Dai Mubai had completely lost his composure.

His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the three blood-red soul rings around Li Bai, his mind utterly blank.

Hadn't Grandmaster said that only God-Bestowed Soul Rings could possibly reach this level?

Who exactly was this man?

Why was his soul ring configuration so terrifying?

The hall had fallen into deathly stillness.

The terrified diners from before now stood with their mouths agape, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

Even the regulars who had remained so composed were stunned.

They knew Li Bai was powerful.

But they had never imagined he was this powerful!

"No..."

"This is an illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Dai Mubai shook his head wildly. He refused to believe that someone could so completely overwhelm him in terms of foundation.

He was the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, a favored son of heaven!

How could he possibly lose to an obscure drunkard?

Li Bai could not be bothered to waste words on him.

He flicked the longsword in his hand, tracing a beautiful flourish.

"Since you refuse to apologize."

"Then I'll beat you until you do."

As his words fell.

Li Bai's figure abruptly vanished from where he stood.

The next moment.

It was as if a rain of green swords had begun falling throughout the hall.

"Green Lotus Sword Song!"

Countless afterimages crisscrossed through the air, each one unleashing incomparably fierce sword qi.

Sword light poured down like water.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

So beautiful that it stole their breath, so beautiful that they forgot the killing intent within it.

Dai Mubai's vision blurred. Li Bai's figure was everywhere around him, and he could not distinguish reality from illusion.

He roared and swung his tiger claws, trying to block the attack.

"White Tiger Meteor Shower!"

Countless golden spheres burst forth from his hands, attempting to break through the dense net of swords.

However.

The moment those spheres touched the green sword qi, they shattered like bubbles.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The sounds of sharp blades slicing through flesh rang out in rapid succession.

Dai Mubai's prized White Tiger Vajra Transformation defense was as fragile as paper before this sword qi.

Blood splattered.

In just one exchange.

Dai Mubai was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.

Boom!

His body slammed heavily into the wall, smashing a human-shaped crater into the thick stone.

Rubble fell as dust billowed.

Dai Mubai slid down from the wall and dropped to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His brocade robe had been shredded to tatters, crisscrossed with sword wounds and drenched in blood.

"Cough, cough..."

Dai Mubai raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

One move.

Just one move.

And he had already lost?

And so completely, without even the slightest ability to fight back.

This man's strength was absolutely far beyond that of an ordinary Titled Douluo!

"Mu Bai!"

Just then.

A cold cry of alarm came from the entrance.

A black figure swept into the hall like a ghost.

She was a woman dressed in tight black leather, with a scorching figure and an icy, beautiful face.

She was Zhu Zhuqing, the Hell Spirit Cat.

When she saw Dai Mubai covered in blood, intense killing intent flashed through her beautiful eyes.

Though she was usually cold as ice toward Dai Mubai, he was still her fiancé and the companion she relied on to survive.

How could she stand by and watch after seeing him injured like this?

"Whoever harms him dies!"

Without any hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing instantly released her Martial Soul.

She was also a nine rings Titled Douluo!

Her figure flashed, and she appeared beside Dai Mubai in an instant, supporting his arm.

The two exchanged a glance. Their years of tacit understanding let them instantly grasp each other's intentions.

Since they could not defeat him alone.

Then they would use that move!

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"

The two shouted in unison.

Two powerful streams of soul power instantly merged, erupting with a terrifying aura that made heaven and earth change color.

An enormous phantom of a Hell White Tiger slowly took shape behind them.

The white tiger's entire body was translucent, with wings on its back, radiating a bone-chilling aura as though it had come from hell.

It was so massive that it nearly tore the roof off Taibai Restaurant.

Its huge tiger eyes locked onto Li Bai, as if it would rip him to pieces the next second.

Facing this world-destroying pressure.

The expression on Li Bai's face remained unchanged.

He merely held his sword lightly and tipped back another mouthful of wine.

His bearing was wild and unrestrained.

Just as the tension reached its peak and battle was about to erupt.

In the Sky Vault outside.

The Golden List, representing supreme authority, trembled once more.

Dong!

A deep bell toll interrupted everyone's movements.

Even Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, who had been preparing to risk their lives, could not help but stop and look up at the sky.

Fifteenth place had been revealed!

[Martial Soul Ranking, fifteenth place!]

[Name: Qian Renxue!]

[Affiliated power: Spirit Hall Empire (Worship Hall).]

[Martial Soul: Six-Winged Angel!]

The image unfolded.

A stunning woman in golden palace attire, wearing a crown, appeared within the Light Screen.

She possessed a flawless face and a noble, elegant bearing, like a sacred goddess who could not be defiled.

Behind her, six snow-white wings gently beat, radiating a soft and sacred glow.

The Six-Winged Angel!

This was a Martial Soul said to have been bestowed by God, one of the most supreme Martial Souls on the entire continent.

It symbolized absolute light and justice.

However.

The moment this ranking appeared, the entire continent erupted in uproar.

Only fifteenth?

This was a legendary God-Tier Martial Soul!

And it could not even enter the top ten?

The Martial Soul Ranking was far more terrifying than they had imagined!

Before anyone could digest this shocking news.

The Heavenly Dao Reward descended.

[Reward Issued: Martial Soul Evolution!]

[Evolution Direction: Twelve-Winged Seraph!]

[Three God-Bestowed Soul Rings Acquired!]

Twelve-winged!

Hearing those words, everyone could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

The legendary six wings were already said to be the limit of the Angel Martial Soul.

Yet now they had directly doubled, becoming twelve wings?

What kind of terrifying existence would that be?