Fu Shiyan Appears, Soul Douluo!

"Blue Silver—Dragon's Wrath!"

A clear, powerful voice rang out.

As the words fell, the enormous wooden dragon let out a silent roar and charged fiercely toward Long Gong and She Po, carrying overwhelming Soul Power and pressure!

Where the dragon's body passed, the air let out an overloaded hum, while deep furrows were plowed into the ground.

Long Gong and She Po's expressions changed drastically. The power of this sudden attack far exceeded their imagination!

Every pounce and sweep of the wooden dragon's tail contained the terrifying force of a Title Douluo. These two Soul Emperor and Soul Douluo-level experts could only dodge miserably; even their combined defense was stretched thin, leaving their blood and energy churning.

After narrowly avoiding a fatal headbutt from the dragon, Long Gong could no longer worry about saving face and hurriedly shouted:

"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency? I have no intention of becoming your enemy. Please state your purpose!"

As his words fell, a young and handsome figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the forest.

At first, when Long Gong and She Po sensed the power of that Spirit Skill, they had assumed some reclusive senior Title Douluo had taken action.

But when they saw how young he looked, barely in his twenties, immense doubt and a sense of absurdity rose in their hearts.

How could that earth-shattering attack just now have been unleashed by someone so young?

However, the suspicion in their eyes vanished in the next instant, replaced by utter shock and horror!

The young man casually waved his hand, and the enormous, heart-pounding wooden dragon obediently turned into specks of blue light and dissipated into the air.

The figure then glanced at the scene before him and, while reproaching Tang San for standing there dumbfounded, said to Long Gong and She Po,

"This person is under my protection!"

After speaking, he raised his right hand, palm facing upward. Blue light emerged, and a small tree with an elegant form and lush branches and leaves, seemingly carved from blue crystal, slowly appeared.

Though it differed from ordinary Blue Silver Grass in appearance, looking taller and more noble, that life aura from the same origin could not possibly be mistaken!

But that was not the most shocking part.

What truly made the pupils of Long Gong, She Po, and the observing Tang San contract to their limits were the eight dazzling Spirit Rings rising beneath the young man's feet!

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red!

Eight Spirit Rings! A Soul Douluo!

And the newcomer was none other than Fu Shiyan!

Leaving aside Tang San's shock at this moment, Fu Shiyan's appearance in Tang San's Life Simulator was an absolutely crucial step!

Because what Faith Points could manifest were things or people that existed in the understanding accepted by those who provided the Faith Points!

Thus, in Tang San's Life Simulator, Fu Shiyan had crafted an identity for himself: a hidden, peerless genius of Douluo Continent!

He had also carefully considered the Blue Silver Tree Martial Soul. After all, if he wanted Tang San to trust him, starting with his Martial Soul was undoubtedly the right choice!

Back to the present scene.

When those eight Spirit Rings, especially the final two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings that seemed condensed from seas of blood and exuded an immense aura capable of making one's soul tremble, rose beneath Fu Shiyan's feet—

"Hiss—!"

Long Gong Meng Shu and She Po Chao Tianxiang nearly sucked in a breath of cold air at the same time, as though it carried ice shards that stabbed painfully into their throats.

Their eyes instantly widened to their limits, their eyeballs nearly popping from their sockets!

The color drained completely from their faces in an instant, leaving behind only boundless horror and disbelief.

Those two blood-red Spirit Rings were simply too startling!

Their light was not dazzling, yet it seemed capable of devouring all light, staining the surrounding space with a faint blood-red glow.

Merely looking at them allowed one to sense the terrifying power contained within, like that of prehistoric beasts, as well as what that power represented—the deaths of at least two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts!

What kind of concept was that?

A supreme glory that even few Title Douluo possessed had actually appeared on such a young Soul Master!

Beneath the absolute brilliance of those two blood-red Spirit Rings, the thousand-year second ring and ten-thousand-year fourth ring that defied all common sense—

Things that would normally have drawn cries of astonishment and investigation from any Soul Master now truly seemed "insignificant"!

However, what made Long Gong and She Po's hearts stop and their scalps go numb most was the figure himself!

"A... Soul Douluo in his twenties?!

How was that possible!"

She Po's voice trembled uncontrollably, like a candle flame in the wind.

She had lived for most of her life and considered herself to have seen many geniuses, but when had she ever seen—or rather, even heard of—such an inconceivable existence!

Long Gong Meng Shu's knuckles turned white from gripping his Dragon Head Cane too hard, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

His throat bobbed with difficulty as he felt his entire worldview being ruthlessly crushed.

Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao was already the one and only legend in their understanding. He had broken through to become a Title Douluo in his forties, shaking the continent and earning the title of youngest Title Douluo.

Yet this man before them... judging by his face, he was clearly only in his early twenties!

And he was already an eight-ringed Soul Douluo! With two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

What kind of world-shocking talent was this? What kind of heaven-defying opportunity and strength? How had he possibly achieved it?!

When had Douluo Continent quietly produced such a monstrous genius capable of overturning the existing order?!

Where had he come from? What faction did he belong to? Or was he the representative of some ancient hidden inheritance?

Countless questions and overwhelming shock crashed into Long Gong and She Po's minds like a tsunami, causing them to forget their current predicament for a time.

They could only stare blankly at the young figure bathed in the radiant light of Spirit Rings, their minds completely blank.

Tang San, standing nearby, felt even more complicated and intense emotions.

He too was deeply shocked by those two blood-red Spirit Rings. The level of power contained within them far exceeded anything he could currently imagine.

Yet what stirred him even more was the contrast between Fu Shiyan's age and cultivation, as well as... that Martial Soul aura sharing the same origin as his own!

The muscles on Long Gong and She Po's faces twitched slightly from extreme shock.

A Soul Douluo in his twenties? Possessing two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings? And his Martial Soul was a Blue Silver Tree incredibly similar to Blue Silver Grass?

Countless thoughts flashed through their minds like lightning, ultimately converging into a "reasonable" explanation.

Long Gong abruptly looked at the equally stunned Tang San, then at the Blue Silver Tree in Fu Shiyan's hand, and instantly "understood" everything!

No wonder! No wonder this boy was already a level-thirty Quasi-Soul Elder at only twelve years old!

No wonder his Martial Soul was the seemingly useless Blue Silver Grass! So that was it!

Such a world-shocking expert stood behind him!

This Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was probably not ordinary Blue Silver Grass either, but a special bloodline sharing the same origin as the Blue Silver Tree!

He exchanged a glance with She Po, and both saw lingering fear in each other's eyes.

Long Gong immediately withdrew all his pressure. Even the Dragon Head Cane in his hand lowered as he forced the most sincere smile he could manage and bowed to Fu Shiyan.

"My deepest apologies, Your Excellency! I did not know that young friend Tang San... this outstanding young talent, was your..."

His words paused as he carefully considered his phrasing. Nephew? Disciple? Clan member? In the end, he vaguely said,

"...was someone you held in high regard. We have offended you just now; it was truly a misunderstanding! We shall leave at once. The Spirit Ring of this Man Faced Demon Spider naturally belongs to young friend Tang San."

His attitude was incomparably humble, completely different from his earlier murderous manner.

Meanwhile, Tang San's heart had long been churning like raging waves!

After his experiences in the Life Simulator during this period, he was no longer the Holy Soul Village child who knew nothing of the world of Soul Masters.

He clearly understood what a Soul Douluo represented—a powerhouse standing at the peak of the continent!

He understood even more clearly how shocking that yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red Spirit Ring configuration was!

It completely overturned the Spirit Ring limit theory taught by his teacher, Yu Xiaogang!

Most crucially... Blue Silver Grass!

Blue Silver Grass, which his father, Deacon Su Yuntao, and even teacher Yu Xiaogang had all deemed a "useless Martial Soul," could actually erupt with such world-destroying power in this man's hands!

Though his Blue Silver Grass did not actually look like Blue Silver Grass, but rather a Blue Silver Tree.

Still, there was no doubt that it was connected to Blue Silver Grass, just as Tang San's own Blue Silver Grass changed after he acquired Spirit Rings!

A peerless genius in his twenties who had cultivated to Soul Douluo with a Blue Silver Grass—or Tree—Martial Soul and possessed two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings!

A "Grandmaster" in his fifties whose theories seemed profound but who was incapable in actual combat, forever trapped at level twenty-nine!

The contrast was so vivid, so cruel, and so forcefully branded into Tang San's heart.

When he looked at Fu Shiyan, his gaze unconsciously carried a trace of yearning for the strong, one even he had not noticed, as well as a renewed examination of Blue Silver Grass's possibilities.

Fu Shiyan took in Long Gong and She Po's fear and speculation, as well as the subtle shock and wavering in Tang San's eyes, and sneered inwardly.

The first impression had successfully been planted.

Next, he only needed to make that impression take root and grow in the heart of this "chosen son of fate," transforming into the Faith Power he required.