Four Soul Beasts Over Eight Hundred Thousand Years Old, and an Ice Silkworm with Unbelievable Luck

"What about my Ninth Soul Ring? I wanted to ask, is there anything on the Douluo Planet suitable for my Ninth Soul Ring?"

Yu Xiaogang asked without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Yet it was precisely that unruffled manner that stirred an indescribable feeling in everyone present.

He just said it outright, without even a trace of embarrassment.

That was what Gu Rong thought.

Although he, too, hoped Yu Xiaogang could achieve perfection, with a five-hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year Eighth Spirit Ring, his Ninth Soul Ring would certainly need to be old enough.

But honestly, if Gu Rong had been in his shoes, he would never have had the nerve to ask so bluntly.

It was not that he cared too much about saving face.

It was simply that nobody did things like this.

How many benefits have you already taken from him? Ers is a god, not your father!

Even with your own father, surely you couldn't keep eating at his table and taking things home like this?

Of course, despite his inward complaints, Gu Rong's face betrayed nothing.

Shameless it is, then. Perhaps this god of the Spirit Sea Mountain Range actually likes people like Yu Xiaogang?

If even Gu Rong felt that way, there was no need to mention Xu Aoxin and Chen Ming.

Both of them were staring, utterly dumbstruck.

It was as though they had never encountered anyone like Yu Xiaogang before.

"You... you really do have the nerve, don't you?"

Ers was somewhat speechless as well, but then he shook his head and chuckled.

He, Ers, had once been the exalted God of Darkness of the Divine Realm, someone who killed without batting an eye.

Many gods in the Divine Realm frightened children with warnings like, "If you don't behave, the God of Darkness will come and