A Title Douluo with Five Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings

As Lin Yuan slammed his right foot into the ground, a tremendous amount of energy surged outwards like a raging torrent.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to distort.

Moreover, enormous crimson lights and shadows quietly rose from behind Lin Yuan, and nine brilliant Soul Ring instantly appeared.

The immense pressure rendered Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo unable to move in an instant.

What's even more terrifying are the nine Soul Rings on Lin Yuan's body.

Four black, five red!

Upon seeing this, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

Even Pope Bibi Dong looked on in astonishment. As the nine Soul Ring appeared, the world changed color, and endless blood-red pillars of light rose in all directions of Spirit City, soaring into the sky.

At the same time, the blood-red Asura Demon Sword rudely emerged from the clouds, its chilling sword aura even indirectly severing the sky above Spirit City in half.

"Titled Douluo with five Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!!!"

Yue Guan roared even louder, his voice cracking.

At this moment, both Pope Bibi Dong and the so-called Spirit Hall Titled Douluo were stunned.

They couldn't even believe their eyes, because in their knowledge, there had never been a record of anyone in the entire Douluo Continent possessing five Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

Lin Yuan calmly tightened his grip on the Asura Demon Sword, gazed at Bibi Dong's position, and said softly, "Your His Holiness the Pope, do you really intend to be my enemy?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, feeling somewhat wary of Lin Yuan's strength. If they were to actually fight, she feared she would have a hard time surviving.

After all, his Second Martial Soul has not yet been Soul Ring Configuration. If he were to make a move now, only death awaited him.

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly and stomped hard on the ground. Her aura was faintly visible, and at the same time, the aura of Titled Douluo powerhouse surged continuously, as if she was also considering whether to make a move.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei exchanged glances. They were unsure whether His Holiness the Pope would make a move at this moment. If he did, their Spirit Hall had countless Titled Douluo experts, so killing this person should not be a problem.

Just then, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo walked over and sneered, "Juhua Guan, Lin Yuan is my brother. Today, you won't be able to lay a hand on him."

"Old poisoner, you actually want to get involved in this mess? Aren't you afraid of staying here forever?"

"Juhua Guan said angrily."

"Hehehe, if I were afraid, I would have died back then, let alone now that I have broken through to the Level 92 Title Douluo powerhouse."

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He glanced at Lin Yuan beside him and asked, "Brother Lin Yuan, what do you think?"

Lin Yuan didn't speak, but quietly watched Bibi Dong's position, wanting to see what Bibi Dong was thinking.

Bibi Dong suppressed her anger, withdrew her Martial Soul and Soul Ring, and revealed a slight smile, "It was all a misunderstanding just now. Now, you can leave Spirit City."

"Hehe, Your His Holiness the Pope is indeed quite pragmatic. In that case, I will take my leave now. Let's go."

Lin Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile as the Asura Demon Sword drew a blood-red arc in the air before dissipating into the void with a hum.

As he stepped forward, each step seemed to tread on the heartstrings of everyone present, the pressure of the nine Soul Ring crushing the nerves of the Spirit Hall members as if it were a tangible force.

Lin Yuan's voice was as cold as ice, and when his gaze swept over Bibi Dong, it carried a sharpness that seemed to see right through people.

The moment Lin Yuan turned around, Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, and the others quickly surrounded him and followed behind their teacher, walking towards the distance.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo laughed heartily as he followed, purple poisonous mist swirling around him, intertwining with the blood-red aura on Lin Yuan's body to form a strange and powerful aura.

The two walked side by side, and wherever they went, the Soul Master of the Spirit Hall unconsciously made way for them, their eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Just as everyone was about to step out of the gates of Spirit City, a sinister voice came from behind. "Lin Yuan, the humiliation you suffered today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!"

Lin Yuan paused, naturally recognizing it as Bibi Dong's voice, but he didn't turn around, simply saying, "I'll be waiting anytime."

At this moment, in the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Her hatred for Lin Yuan was already overflowing, and she wished she could kill him right here and now.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan knelt on the ground and asked, "Your His Holiness the Pope, shouldn't we take action against them? This is Spirit City, after all. We can use sheer numbers to make them pay the price."

"Do you have that ability?" Bibi Dong coldly retorted, "Four ten-thousand-year soul Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings—who in the entire Douluo Continent can do that?"

"Furthermore, Lin Yuan has already reached the level of Level 96 Title Douluo. With your abilities, who among you dares to say they can kill him here? Tell me, who is there?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's throat tightened, cold sweat trickling down his neck and into his collar. All the Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall lowered their heads and remained silent, with only Bibi Dong's rapid breathing echoing in the empty space.

Bibi Dong swung her scepter fiercely, her purplish-black Soul Power blasting spiderweb-like cracks into the ground. She said indifferently, "Pass on my order: seal off all the main roads of Spirit City! Immediately summon the Elder Hall Enshrinement to secretly monitor the movements of the people from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, crimson liquid seeping from the spider carving on the scepter's head; her anger towards Lin Yuan was already overflowing.

"Even if I have to use the power inherited from the Rakshasa God, I must completely erase him from the Douluo Continent, otherwise I will be filled with apprehension when I break through to level 100!"

Bibi Dong looked at the two Titled Douluo kneeling on the ground and said calmly, "Elders, you may leave now. Do as I say. Also, have Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang come to me. I have something to say to him."

"Yes, ma'am."

The two Titled Douluo withdrew after receiving their orders. Bibi Dong suppressed her anger and said calmly, "Lin Yuan, one day, I will personally make you understand the consequences of offending me, Bibi Dong."

After leaving Spirit City, Lin Yuan sat in the carriage, sipping tea. Beside him were his two disciples, Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing.

As for the others, they were in other carriages; even Poison Douluo Dugu Bo and Ning Fengzhi were not here.

Lin Yuan looked at the two disciples in front of him and asked gently, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy that you didn't get Soul Bone this time?"

Ye Lingling put her arm around Lin Yuan's shoulder and pouted, saying, "I know that Teacher has his own decision. I'm not unhappy, but I'm afraid that the Spirit Hall will take action against Teacher."