Arriving at the World's Highest City

As Feng Xinglie continued to pull, the vast soul power within the soul ring surged through his body like a torrent. In just a few seconds, Feng Xinglie's body began to swell like a balloon. The soul ring's lifespan, more than double that of a normal person, was not something he could endure with sheer willpower. As his skin cracked inch by inch, the soul power that couldn't be absorbed flowed out with his blood from the wounds. His meridians began to collapse under the strain. Feng Xinglie felt as if he were sitting on a hydraulic press, being slowly crushed into powder. Yet, he knew clearly that if he lost consciousness, his remains would be utterly annihilated.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, twenty minutes...

After continuously absorbing the soul ring for half an hour, Feng Xinglie was like a bloodied man, riddled with wounds all over. His constantly depleted mental strength finally reached its limit. Under another wave of soul power impact, his vision spun, and he collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, the Evil Soul Master let out a cold sneer, watching the genius whose talent was several times greater than his own with a sense of vengeful pleasure. However, he failed to notice that a faint layer of soul power had already enveloped Feng Xinglie's body, preparing to sever his connection with the soul ring. Just as that soul power was about to act, the blood constantly seeping from Feng Xinglie's body suddenly stopped, and even the extremely pained expression on his face eased considerably.

"What... what is happening!?"

The Evil Soul Master looked at Feng Xinglie in disbelief. Although Feng Xinglie's consciousness was already hazy, his physical body, empowered by the God-tier Martial Soul, was still roaring. Stimulated by the instinct for survival, a large amount of secreted adrenaline interrupted the bleeding, and muscle contractions temporarily filled the injured areas. At the same time, Feng Xinglie felt a tingling sensation in his brain, as if struck by electricity, and endorphins began to secrete.

"Ah... so warm, so comfortable..."

At this moment, Feng Xinglie felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, his whole body warm. He felt his muscles and bones slowly dissolving, his entire being turning into a pool of water, slowly flowing in all directions. It flowed over the potholes on the ground, past the Evil Soul Master's feet, and enveloped the corpse of the Thousand Jun Charging Elephant...

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and the spreading liquid instantly flowed back, coalescing into a human form. His terrifying muscles, purely through the force of contraction, propelled his body lying on the ground upwards by about two meters. As he hung in mid-air, Feng Xinglie's consciousness finally cleared. He reflexively performed an aerial roll to dissipate the force, and as his feet touched the ground again, a deep yellow soul ring emerged from beneath him.

"It actually worked?? Good... good! Good!!!"

The Evil Soul Master's expression shifted from shock and confusion to unbridled joy. The original white first soul ring had already capped his growth potential, but if he could learn this method of absorbing soul rings across levels, perhaps he too could advance further in his cultivation.

"Kid, how did you do it? Tell me, and I won't kill you."

Although he said this, his body couldn't help but lunge forward, his large hands reaching for Feng Xinglie's head.

After absorbing the soul ring, feeling the immense power contained within his body, Feng Xinglie's confidence surged. He exerted force under his feet and leaped backward, dodging the pounce. This turn of events surprised the Evil Soul Master. He had thought that even if the absorption was successful, dealing with a six-year-old child with over 20 levels less soul power would be a piece of cake. He hadn't expected him to dodge the sudden attack from him, a speed-type soul master. As he was thinking this, he saw Feng Xinglie charging forward, his fist aimed directly at his face.

"Heh heh, interesting, then I'll play with you! Blood Bat Possession, Third Soul Skill: Thousand Bat Illusion Body!"

The moment the soul skill was used, the Evil Soul Master's body suddenly scattered into countless bats flying in all directions. Feng Xinglie's heavy punch missed. Just as he was about to retreat to dodge and activate his soul skill, several bats suddenly flew in front of him and transformed back into an arm, once again gripping his neck.

"Jie jie jie, you're quite good at dodging, aren't you? Dodge this one for me to see!"

The swarm of bats reassembled into human form. The Evil Soul Master's eyes were now bloodshot, four sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and a pair of large black wings fluttered behind him.

"Damn it, aren't all transmigrators supposed to be able to defeat enemies above their level? A six-year-old, heavily injured, level 20, one-ring pseudo-Great Soul Master, still can't overcome the gap of over 20 levels and three three-ringed opponents to defeat a Soul Elder?"

Feng Xinglie thought indignantly:

"They haven't even made a move yet, could it be that the Martial Soul Hall isn't sending anyone to observe in secret? No, if things were that simple, Qian Daoliu wouldn't have made this trip, or why not just bring me back to the Martial Soul Hall directly? This means the current situation is still under control, and my observation and assessment are still ongoing... But what are the criteria?"

Feeling his neck being squeezed tighter and tighter, his body, already suffering from excessive blood loss, became even weaker. His voice grew faint:

"Don't... don't kill me, I'll tell you..."

The Evil Soul Master suppressed the surge of joy in his heart, sneering inwardly:

"Once I get the method for cross-level absorption, I'll drain this brat's blood. Perhaps my talent will also improve."

"The method... for cross-level... soul ring absorption is..."

Seeing that Feng Xinglie was too weak to exert any strength, the Evil Soul Master had no choice but to pull him closer, bringing his ear near. Feng Xinglie took the opportunity to place his hand on his shoulder, steadying himself, and said intermittently:

"Go... to... hell... you... bastard!"

The hand on his shoulder moved upwards, gripping the Evil Soul Master's neck. Although a child's hand was too small to grasp much, it was enough. Feng Xinglie's small hand, positioned at the carotid artery, suddenly tightened, letting out a piercing scream:

"Ahhhhhh!!!!! "

Grip Strike, an attack that demands extremely rigorous physical conditioning, relying on immense gripping strength to crush a part of the enemy's body. Feng Xinglie seized the moment of the Evil Soul Master's carelessness and underestimation, activated Poison Hand, and gripped the carotid artery. The moment his small palm exerted force, it tore through the Evil Soul Master's skin, creating a fist-sized hole in his body with sheer power. As the poison invaded his body, the strong blood pressure in the artery sprayed blood for a good two to three meters. However, the only unexpected thing was that the hand gripping Feng Xinglie did not loosen due to the pain; instead, it tightened like a vise.

"You little brat, I'll kill you!!!"

The Evil Soul Master spat out a curse through clenched teeth, then increased his strength, attempting to directly snap the slender neck. But he was surprised to find that no matter how hard he tried, his palm couldn't retract even a millimeter. In his confusion, he felt a domineering surge of soul power explode in his palm, forcing him to let go. Sensing a change in the situation, the Evil Soul Master tried to retreat, only to find his feet rooted to the ground, completely unresponsive. In a daze, he looked up and saw Feng Xinglie leaping towards him and the enormous Golden Crocodile Phantom behind him...

"Title..."

"First Soul Skill: Collapsing Ape Giant Arm!"

Before the Evil Soul Master could finish speaking, the yellow soul ring under Feng Xinglie's feet lit up, and his arms began to swell violently. His solid muscles reflected a metallic sheen, and his arms became so large that they even surpassed Feng Xinglie's own size. Seeing the giant fists descending upon him, the Evil Soul Master instinctively channeled his soul power to block. But the moment the two made contact, his immobile body was smashed into a pulp with overwhelming force.

"Hoo... hoo... Finally, finally survived. This performance should be a passing grade..."

After dealing with the formidable enemy, Feng Xinglie panted heavily. Only now did he have the time to examine his first soul skill. His arm on the ground was filled with explosive power. The compacted earth felt softer than tofu in his hands; even small stones mixed in the dirt could be crushed into powder with a slight rub.

"So strong! The destructive power of this first soul skill is comparable to the third soul skill of an attack-type soul master! It's just..."

Feng Xinglie twisted his body, but no matter how hard he tried, his small shoulders couldn't lift the two arms that were larger than himself.

"What's the use of such great strength if I can't lift it!? It seems I'll not only have to plan my growth path but also solve the side effects of this soul skill. So troublesome..."

Feng Xinglie looked at his hands with a bitter expression, a mix of fondness and regret, until his eyes went black. His heavily injured body, coupled with consecutive battles and the continuous use of soul skills to expend soul power, had finally reached its limit, even with the dual effects of adrenaline and endorphins on a six-year-old's body. However, just before he fell to the ground, a large hand suddenly reached out and pulled him into an embrace. Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes flickered as he gazed at the unconscious Feng Xinglie with a complex expression, sighed softly, and then the two figures vanished.

Several days later, Martial Soul City.

"Your Excellency Golden Crocodile, how many times have you asked me on this journey? I'm really not lying. The ability to absorb soul rings across levels is truly due to my martial soul's characteristics."

Ever since he learned that he had been saved by Golden Crocodile, Feng Xinglie had been completely stunned. For the sake of a mere child like him, the two strongest enshrinements of the Martial Soul Hall had come to a remote village that might not even be marked on a map for a "team-building" exercise. Along the way, Feng Xinglie had been interrogated almost like a census taker. The method of absorbing soul rings with a lifespan double that of normal people had greatly tempted this Titled Douluo. After confirming it was entirely due to his God-tier Martial Soul, he could only reluctantly give up, despite his regret.

"Child, once we pass this door, we will truly enter the Martial Soul Hall. You must remember to stay close to me, not to look around randomly, and certainly not to speak randomly. Understand?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Golden Crocodile, I understand."

Nodding obediently, Feng Xinglie closed his mouth and followed Golden Crocodile Douluo. They were on his territory now, and it was best to be obedient at such a time. Along the way, several Red-robed Cardinals bowed in greeting, but Golden Crocodile, as if in a hurry, ignored them and quickly led Feng Xinglie deeper inside. Until they passed a corner, his steps suddenly halted, causing Feng Xinglie, who wasn't ready to stop, to bump into him.

Rubbing his head, he was about to ask what happened, but upon seeing Golden Crocodile's furrowed brow, he quickly shut his mouth. He subtly raised his eyes to look forward and saw an extremely beautiful woman, wearing a Phoenix-Winged Purple-Gold Crown and holding a Pontiff's Scepter, blocking their path and smiling:

"Enshrinement Golden Crocodile, in such a hurry, what important matter do you have?"

Bibi Dong!?

Looking at this stunningly beautiful arch-villain, Feng Xinglie felt a bad premonition:

"Is it too late to run now?"