Although his body and Martial Soul had undergone tremendous changes, this was still Ye Que's first time absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and the malevolent thoughts contained within it interfered with him.
The Holy Unicorn King was dead, but its terrifying malice remained.
In just a few moments, cold sweat beaded on Ye Que's forehead.
Guangyu Douluo immediately panicked.
All he could do now was pray that nothing happened to the young master. Otherwise, he would be a sinner in the eyes of his entire family.
Beside him, Yu Mengdi spoke up. "Senior Guangyu, why not help the young master ease the pressure?"
Guangyu slapped his forehead. "You're right, Xiao Meng. You've reminded this old man. I'll help the young master ease the pressure right away. All of you, fall back and watch out for any danger that might arise."
Then he used his Soul Power to ease Ye Que's pain.
Ye Wuqing and the others naturally took on the duty of guarding them. They surrounded Guangyu Douluo and Ye Que, protecting them from Soul Beast ambushes.
At that moment,
Ye Que, who was absorbing the Soul Ring, sensed Soul Power entering his body and helping him regulate his own. He immediately felt much more at ease.
Sure enough, having a Titled Douluo at your side was the best.
No wonder so many people were eager to go to Shrek. They really had plenty of powerful backers there—not only Dragon God Douluo, but also so many Super Douluos and Titled Douluos.
Thinking back to the days of Zhou Yu...
The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. He'd better not get distracted and just keep absorbing the Soul Ring.
In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.
The sweat vanished from Ye Que's forehead, and his complexion grew much rosier. His Ten Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring appeared.
His Soul Power broke through to level 44, and he became a Soul Ancestor.
With the Soul Power he had accumulated earlier, along with the feedback from breaking through his limits, reaching this level was no surprise.
Soon, Ye Que slowly opened his eyes. He had finished absorbing the Soul Ring.
The furrow in Guangyu Douluo's brow relaxed. He cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, young master, on advancing to the Fourth Ring. You're not far from becoming a true powerhouse."
Ye Que smiled. "There's no need to flatter me, Senior Guangyu. I still have a long road ahead. But this Fourth Soul Ring really was beyond my expectations. Without you here, I might not have been able to slay this Soul Beast and obtain such an exceptional Soul Skill."
"It all feels like a dream."
Oh?
Guangyu Douluo couldn't help but grow curious.
What kind of Soul Skill could excite the young master so much?
Could it be the strongest single-target attack Soul Skill?
Guangyu Douluo asked, "Young master, what is your Fourth Soul Skill?"
"I want to see it too." Yu Mengdi hurried over, her face full of curiosity.
Ye Wuqing and the others waited expectantly, eager to see how many more surprises Ye Que could give them.
Ye Que smiled faintly. "Step back. This Soul Skill is too powerful, and I'm afraid I might hurt you. I can't fully control it myself. The skill granted by the Holy Unicorn is too strong."
Hearing this, Ye Wuqing and the others wisely retreated.
Since Ye Que had put it that way, they didn't dare underestimate it. After all, they had gone through untold hardships to hunt down this Soul Beast and obtain its Soul Ring. Its power was bound to be extraordinary.
Everyone except Guangyu Douluo retreated.
Seeing this, Ye Que decisively slid the Divine Sword back into its sheath. His eyes turned gold, and his Fourth Soul Ring lit up.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Breath of the Angel."
In an instant, the heavens and earth changed color. The purest holy light began to spread, and a crimson sun slowly rose.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Que transformed into a streak of golden light and shot into the sky. The Angel God Shadow appeared and lifted him in its hands, while the clock behind it spun rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, endless light and solar true fire became countless fine streams of energy, spraying in every direction.
The sight left everyone present utterly stunned.
This was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill?
Wasn't this the Grand Pontiff of the Spirit Hall's Ninth Soul Skill from ten thousand years ago? It had actually appeared again.
Ye Wuqing's mouth twitched.
Good grief, it was one of the Angel Clan's strongest Soul Skills.
If he unleashed this Soul Skill in the Sun Moon Empire, any Evil Soul Master who survived would be no ordinary foe.
Guangyu Douluo gazed silently at the Angel God Shadow, tears trickling down his cheeks.
Was that you, Grand Pontiff?
Suddenly, he laughed, his laughter booming. For a moment, it was as though he had seen his predecessor—the servant of the Angel God, one of the strongest Peak Douluos.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They weren't the only ones shaken. Far away in the Star Dou Core Circle, Di Tian slowly opened his golden, slit-pupiled eyes.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Di Tian said, "The Angel God, the Six-Winged Angel... I never imagined the Qian Family's bloodline still existed in this world. It even brings a hint of pressure to my own bloodline."
Xiong Jun roared, "I'll go eliminate this human who poses such a great threat to us."
"Hold it!"
Di Tian raised a hand, stopping Xiong Jun's reckless move.
Xiong Jun was confused. Why weren't they striking now? Were they supposed to watch this fellow become a Limit Douluo and turn them into Soul Rings?
The Six-Winged Angel's status as a god-level Martial Soul said it all. Its power was simply off the charts.
Once a powerhouse like this grew up, he would be even more terrifying than Dragon God Douluo.
Di Tian said calmly, "If he had some other Martial Soul, I might fear what he'd become. But if it's the Six-Winged Angel, and Shrek hasn't recruited him, then we don't need to act. Shrek will find him an opponent on its own."
"The Spirit Hall fell, and Shrek rose. Even after ten thousand years, the Angel Clan still loathes those Soul Masters who occupy their positions without doing their jobs. They'll fight among themselves."
"I'll go see for myself whether this kid is Shrek's dog. If he is, then don't blame me for cleaning house on behalf of the dead Angel God."
As soon as he finished speaking, Di Tian's shadow vanished from the Star Dou Core Circle.
Meanwhile, in the valley,
after Ye Que finished releasing his Soul Skill, he slowly descended to the ground. His Soul Power had been drained by half, and his aura had grown considerably weaker.
Using this Fourth Soul Skill was truly exhausting. No wonder it was one of the strongest group attack Soul Skills.
He had gotten Qian Daoliu's Ninth Soul Skill from ten thousand years ago for free.
Ye Que thought that if he unleashed Breath of the Angel at the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, there probably wouldn't be many Evil Soul Masters left alive.
At that moment, Guangyu Douluo and the others gathered around.
Ye Wuqing silently gave him a thumbs-up. "You're the real big brother. This is the most oppressive Soul Skill I've ever seen. It's absolutely terrifying."
"The Six-Winged Angel should be just like this," Yu Mengdi said proudly.
"Exactly. This is the difference between a top-tier Martial Soul and a god-level Martial Soul." Shangguan Can sighed.
Ye Que cupped his hands. "Just luck, that's all. Heh heh..."
As he said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Guangyu Douluo reached out and patted Ye Que on the shoulder, laughing. "The young master has the bearing of those who came before him. Senior Qian Daoliu would surely be gratified if he could see this."
Ye Que silently gave Qian Renxue full marks in his heart.
It was all thanks to the Angel God's blessing.
He said, "We should leave."
Guangyu Douluo's expression turned serious, and his smile vanished.
It was time to leave. The commotion they had caused was too great. A whole crowd of people out hunting Soul Beasts might soon come running over. It would be bad if they ran into anyone from Shrek.
The Zhengtian Academy group began cleaning up and preparing to withdraw.
Suddenly, Yu Mengdi cried out, "Ah! I found a few Holy Unicorn foals!"
Ye Que and Guangyu Douluo hurried over.
In a deep pit, newborn Holy Unicorn foals lay crying for milk, horns growing from their heads as a rich holy aura spread from them.
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