A dazzling Golden Soul Ring hovered behind Chen Yuan, radiating an inviolable, terrifying pressure like a sun. Even the blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring could only serve as its backdrop.
Fiery red flames rose within the Golden Soul Ring from time to time, revealing the vast gulf between it and an ordinary Soul Ring.
"Gold—a golden ring! A divine ring! You—who the hell are you?!"
"Just a Dragon Fighting Warrior passing through! Remember this: your days of doing evil as an Evil Soul Master end here!"
"Fuck you! I've roamed Douluo Continent for decades! Some brat like you isn't stopping me!"
His earlier calm vanished, leaving only hysteria. The old man's black robe tore apart inch by inch. His none-too-burly arms became exoskeletal limbs shaped like spears, his lower body was engulfed in dark green light, and three pairs of dark green spider legs sprouted from his back.
His white hair lengthened, and a dark green web pattern appeared on his forehead. Dark green venom dripped from several of his spider legs.
Sizzle!
The venom struck the ground, eating pit after pit into the hard marble tiles.
Nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—appeared around him. The old man was a Titled Douluo!
Judging by the Soul Power surging around him, he was probably around Level 93.
Under normal circumstances, a Titled Douluo with nine Soul Rings would certainly have a stronger presence than a Seven-Ring Soul Sage. But nothing about this situation was normal.
That single Golden Soul Ring had completely eclipsed the presence of all nine of the old man's rings.
Chen Yuan looked utterly at ease. The old man, despite being a Titled Douluo, was the one gripped by fear. He had never trembled like this—not even when Mu En and Long Xiaoyao had hunted Evil