Perfect Body Martial Soul!

He turned around.

Zijun unleashed ten platinum Soul Rings!

He seized the red-haired boy by the throat and said coldly,

"Better not keep that hand."

Crack!

Zijun grabbed the red-haired boy's right hand and twisted hard!

The boy's right hand was forcibly twisted into the shape of a knot!

The bones beneath his flesh were all shattered into tiny fragments by the Soul Power in Zijun's palm!

Violent purplish-red Soul Power flooded the entire training ground!

"Ah...!"

The red-haired boy, lifted into the air by one hand, struggled in agony.

Yet no matter how he struggled, he still could not break free from Zijun's control.

"Th-Those Soul Rings... What are they? He actually has ten Soul Rings!"

Xie Yue and Hu Liena, who were watching from afar,

stared at Zijun in shock.

"A... A Title Douluo?"

Hu Liena said tremulously from the side.

Bang!!

He casually tossed the red-haired boy he was holding aside like garbage.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked down at the boy on the ground.

"Heh! Trying to act tough in front of me? I'm the one person on this continent who has every right to be arrogant and overbearing."

Still on the ground, before he could even make out Zijun's words,

the red-haired boy fainted from the pain... But—

Zijun withdrew his Soul Rings.

He turned around, took Qian Renxue's hand, and slowly headed toward the registration desk again.

The three members of the Golden Generation standing in the distance watched Zijun's retreating figure with varying expressions.

Xie Yue raised a hand and rested it on Yan's shoulder, wearing a curious, bitter smile as he said,

"Who exactly is that mysterious guy? The Soul Power he released just now must have reached the level of a Title Douluo, right?"

With his arms folded, Yan shook his head and said solemnly,

"Perhaps he's a newly appointed elder of Spirit Hall. After all, quite a few Title Douluo can maintain youthful appearances."

Hearing Yan's assessment, Xie Yue and Hu Liena nodded in agreement.

As for a six-year-old Title Douluo, the thought had never even crossed their minds.

Who would believe it if they said so?

"Wow! Xiao Jun, you're actually a Title Douluo! You even lied to Xue'er and said you were only a little strong. This isn't just strong—it's super, super strong, okay?!"

Zijun raised a hand and pinched Qian Renxue's cheek, answering with an indulgent smile,

"I just didn't want to put too much pressure on Xue'er, so I kept it from you. Xue'er isn't angry, is she?"

Tilting her head, Qian Renxue looked at Zijun's handsome, adorable face.

With eyes full of admiration, she shook her head and said,

"Xue'er won't be angry. The stronger Xiao Jun becomes, the happier Xue'er is!"

And so, amid the envious gazes of the crowd, the two chatted and laughed as they left the training ground.

A few minutes later...

"Hello, Teacher. We're here to enroll."

Qian Renxue brought Zijun into a spacious hall.

The students who could register here were either first-class nobles

or talents specially cultivated by Spirit Hall.

Ordinary commoner Spirit Masters and second- or third-class nobles could only register in the public area.

After all, the Douluo World was still in a feudal society, where social ranks remained distinctly divided.

Speaking of social ranks, even in the real world we lived in now,

they still existed!

It was simply that they took place somewhere ordinary people like us could not see.

The teacher seated behind the registration desk stood up.

With a smile, he walked over to Qian Renxue and Zijun.

The teacher was fat and broad-eared, with a huge belly that looked as though he were pregnant.

"Before that, the two of you will need to test your Soul Power and Martial Souls. If you qualify, I'll definitely arrange the best class for you."

Qian Renxue nodded, and she and Zijun followed the fat teacher to a crystal ball used to test Soul Power.

"Test your Martial Souls first, then your Soul Power. Begin!"

As soon as the teacher finished speaking,

Qian Renxue willed it, summoning her Martial Soul!

She spread open her hands, and a sacred aura filled the air!

A Six-Winged Angel, glowing golden all over, appeared in her palm!

"Th-This is an Angel Martial Soul! Could you be...?"

Watching Qian Renxue summon her Martial Soul, Zijun stood beside her with his arms crossed and muttered inwardly,

An Angel Martial Soul—a Martial Soul one tier above both Tool Martial Souls and Beast Martial Souls.

Yet such a top-tier Martial Soul still lost to Blue Silver Grass in the end...

Tsk, tsk! That protagonist's plot armor was practically on par with a cheat code.

Qian Renxue withdrew her Martial Soul, placed a hand on the crystal ball, and nodded.

"That's right. The Martial Soul I inherited is the Martial Soul of Spirit Hall's Pope lineage. My name is Qian Renxue."

As she spoke!

A dazzling light flared from within the crystal ball!

Illuminating the entire hall!

"As expected of Her Highness the Princess of Spirit Hall! You're even a Spirit Master with Innate Full Soul Power! Heaven truly favors Spirit Hall! Hahaha!"

She withdrew her hand.

Qian Renxue skipped back to Zijun's side and smiled expectantly.

"Your turn, Xiao Jun! Xue'er has wanted to see Xiao Jun's Martial Soul for ages! Hehe!"

Zijun raised a hand and gave her a head pat before turning toward the crystal ball.

He spread his fingers and pressed them against the crystal ball.

Bzzz~! Boom!

Purplish-red Soul Power instantly illuminated the entire hall!

Crack!

A sound like shattering glass echoed through the hall!

Crash!

Cracks appeared across the surface of the crystal ball beneath Zijun's palm!

In an instant, it shattered into countless fragments that scattered across the floor!

"Gasp! Good heavens! Another Innate Full Soul Power! B-But even so, the crystal ball shouldn't have shattered, should it?"

Scratching the back of his head apologetically, Zijun turned to the teacher and said awkwardly,

"Sorry, I already tried hard to control the release of my Soul Power. I didn't expect it to still break."

The fat teacher shook his head with a wry smile and gestured dismissively.

"It's no matter. It is our Martial Soul Academy's honor to recruit a genius student like you. Next, please summon your Martial Soul."

Zijun nodded and summoned his Martial Soul beneath the expectant gazes of Qian Renxue and Fatty Teacher!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, a figure with an imposing expression and a body radiating sacred golden light appeared!

His features were so handsome that he seemed sculpted by the Creator's own hand!

His long white hair draped behind him as he appeared behind Zijun!

He wore golden armor, a crown upon his head, and held a golden longsword! With his eyes shut, he stood in midair!

Upon closer inspection, one would find that Zijun's Martial Soul looked ninety percent like himself!

Like an older version of Zijun!

This was also the Perfect Body Martial Soul rewarded to him by the system!

"Holy shit! A B-Body Martial Soul! Th-This is still a Body Martial Soul?!"

Fatty Teacher cried out in utter shock!

Boom!

In the next instant!

A man with a head of red hair and a suit of blood-red armor appeared to the right of the golden Martial Soul.

He looked exactly like the golden Martial Soul!

The aura surrounding him was filled with violent, murderous intent!

As though a god of slaughter had descended!

At the same time!

Ten platinum Soul Rings appeared behind the two Martial Souls!

Thud!

"A... A Title Douluo!"

Fatty Teacher's pupils constricted in terror!

He collapsed onto the floor in shock.

He looked up at those two Martial Souls, both divine and wicked,

and could not recover his senses for a long time...