"Soul Emperor?!! Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings?!!"
Looking at the soul rings around Yang Ziyuan, Tai Tan was stunned.
He had never imagined that Yang Ziyuan, who was about the same age as his own grandson, was a Soul Emperor. And he even had two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
But a second later, he came to his senses.
By then, he had already been swept into the Gravity Storm.
Seeing this, Tai Tan didn't dare take any chances and hurriedly summoned his Martial Soul Avatar.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Great Strength True Body!"
With a low growl from Tai Tan, a huge phantom appeared behind him: a Great Strength Gorilla dozens of meters tall.
Its body was covered in bulging muscles, radiating explosive power.
But what was astonishing was that the moment the Great Strength Gorilla appeared, it was pressed straight to the ground, as if an invisible mountain were weighing it down.
At the same time, Tai Tan, caught in the heart of the storm, sensed that something was wrong.
An immense, crushing force pressed down on him, as if trying to force him to the ground.
On top of that, countless razor-sharp blades of wind shot toward him like raindrops, each one carrying tremendous force.
Startled, Tai Tan hurriedly circulated his Soul Power, trying to resist the strange gravity.
But no matter how hard he tried, that crushing force still held him fast, leaving him barely able to move.
In an instant, with no way to resist, Tai Tan was struck by countless wind blades.
"Uncle, that's enough, that's enough. Old Orangutan, you're in this state and still refuse to admit defeat?"
Seeing Tai Tan's mangled, bloodied body, Yang Wudi couldn't bear to watch and urged him to give up.
At this, Tai Tan gave a bitter smile.
"Enough, enough. The younger generation is truly formidable! Those of us from the older generation really are past our prime. Old Goat, your Breaking Clan has a junior like this—I'm so envious I could die! Hahaha!"
With that, Tai Tan dismissed his Martial Soul Avatar.
Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan also withdrew the Soul Power sustaining the Gravity Storm.
A moment later, the Gravity Storm gradually faded without Soul Power to sustain it, and Tai Tan slowly got to his feet.
There was no denying that Tai Tan was tough. He had managed to hold on for so long.
But now, he was in a sorry state.
His whole body was covered in countless wounds, drenched in blood—a truly gruesome sight.
"Your Excellency, I've lost."
Seeing how calm and composed Yang Wuhui looked, Tai Tan lowered his head in dejection.
He had thought Yang Wuhui was deliberately going easy on him, letting him fight a junior.
As it turned out, he'd simply been fooling himself.
"Since you've admitted defeat, keep your promise!"
At that, Tai Tan told them about the Titan Giant Ape.
After hearing him out, Yang Ziyuan was at a loss for words.
He already knew Da Ming and Er Ming lived at the Lake of Life. Did Tai Tan really think he needed to be told?
But his grandfather and the others didn't know that, so Tai Tan had managed to get out of paying up.
"Your Excellency, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Mm. Go on back."
As he spoke, Yang Wuhui waved a hand.
Tai Tan respectfully cupped his hands, then turned and went back to tend to his injuries.
After Tai Tan left, Yang Wudi finally asked about what the two of them had been up to.
"Uncle, where did you go after leaving Heaven Dou City? Why did it take you so long to come back?"
"Nowhere in particular. We just helped Ziyuan complete his Third Trial and caught a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast along the way. You'd better train hard and break through to Titled Douluo as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knows who'll get this Soul Beast!"
At that, Yang Wudi sprang to his feet.
"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?!! Uncle, are you serious?"
Ever since news that Yang Wuhui had obtained a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring reached Heaven Dou City, Yang Wudi had been envious of him every waking moment.
But he also knew that such a thing was a matter of luck.
So, when he heard that they'd brought back a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, he felt both eager and excited.
After all, he was by far the most likely person in the Breaking Clan to break through to Titled Douluo!
After all, he was an 84th-level Soul Douluo, while everyone else was no higher than level 76.
It was worth mentioning that the person in question was Yang Ziyuan's father, Yang Tianyu.
Over the years, with the help of Immortal Herbs, the members of the Breaking Clan had made great strides in strength.
Even so, only Yang Wudi had successfully advanced to Soul Douluo.
"Of course it's true! Would I lie to you? Ziyuan went out of his way to catch this Soul Beast for you. If Tianyu and the others weren't still too low-level, I wouldn't want to give it to you!"
At this, Yang Wudi threw an arm around Yang Ziyuan's shoulders.
"Good nephew, your second uncle's kindness to you hasn't been wasted! If anyone ever bullies you, tell your second uncle. Even if I can't beat them, I'll risk my life to avenge you!"
"That won't be necessary! Second Uncle, we're family. It's only right that I prepare your ninth Soul Ring."
Afterward, Yang Ziyuan and the other two began discussing where to keep Xiao Wu imprisoned.
After all, Yang Wudi would still need a few years to break through to Titled Douluo.
It would be a real shame if she escaped in the meantime.
Three months later, Slaughter Town.
After a month of traveling, Yang Ziyuan finally arrived.
"Slaughter City, I'm here!"
Looking at the plain black buildings before him, Yang Ziyuan murmured to himself.
This was the site of Slaughter City, and its only entrance.
He hadn't come here to complete the Fourth Trial of the Nine Trials of Destruction.
He had come for the Divine Slaughter's Domain!
He knew that only after obtaining the Divine Slaughter's Domain could he use Soul Skills in Slaughter City.
To destroy Slaughter City and kill all the Evil Soul Masters, there was one person he couldn't avoid—Tang Chen!
After all, this bat still needed blood to drink!
To it, Slaughter City was a vast blood bank!
And with the other man's strength as a Peerless Douluo, Yang Ziyuan couldn't beat him in the first place.
If he couldn't even use his Soul Skills, he'd have even less hope.
So he would have to plan the Fourth Trial carefully.
After locating the tavern he was looking for, Yang Ziyuan walked straight in.
Dozens of people were already drinking inside.
Yang Ziyuan's arrival caused an immediate stir.
In everyone's eyes, Yang Ziyuan looked far too young.
"Look! A little brat actually showed up here today!"
"Hahaha! Kid, have you even been weaned yet? You dare come here? This place isn't for the likes of you!"
"I say this kid won't live to see tomorrow!"
"What makes you say that?"
"Are you stupid? With skin that soft and tender, what chance does he have if those Lord Soul Masters lay eyes on him?"
Yang Ziyuan paid no attention to their comments and walked straight to the counter.
The server looked at him indifferently. "What would you like?"
"Bring me a Bloody Mary!"
The server looked a little surprised.
But he didn't object. He followed Yang Ziyuan's instructions and brought him a Bloody Mary.
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