How Many Levels, Master? A Soul Emperor is Just a Bit Stronger Than a Soul Grand Master

Just as Xue Bingchen was secretly calculating how to "discipline" this good son of his in the future, Tang San, who was being held aloft by soul power, hesitated for a moment before he couldn't help but ask the question he cared about most.

"Master..."

A glimmer of anticipation shone in Tang San's eyes as he asked cautiously:

"Little San is new to the world of soul masters and doesn't understand many things.

I... may I venture to ask, what is your current soul power level, Master?"

As the first teacher he had acknowledged in this world, and a figure he viewed as a "father" figure, Tang San was naturally incredibly hopeful that his teacher was a peerless powerhouse capable of shaking the world!

However, before Xue Bingchen could even open his mouth to answer.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been mad with jealousy on the side and felt as if he had been cuckolded, jumped out instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

"What level? Ha! What level could he possibly be?!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Xue Bingchen, mocking him in an extremely acerbic and jealous tone:

"Tang San, you've been deceived by him! Look at his age; he's at most just in his early teens! Appearing at the gate of Notting Academy in this remote little city, he must just be an upperclassman here to study!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more he felt his deduction was flawless, and he sneered:

"The reason he was able to block my Luo Sanpao's attack just now isn't because he's strong! It's simply because his martial soul happens to be some kind of ice-attribute defensive martial soul, giving him an advantage in attributes!"

"A twenty-year-old brat, even if he started cultivating from his mother's womb, would at most be a Soul Elder in his thirties! If you take a Soul Elder as your master, your whole life is ruined!"

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's frantic barking like a clown, Xue Bingchen didn't get angry.

Even if he were only a Soul Elder, he would still be stronger than Yu Xiaogang, right?

He simply turned his head slightly to look at Yu Xiaogang, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness that made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

In truth, Xue Bingchen had originally not intended to show off here.

After all, his true identity was the Crown Prince of the Far North.

If he bullied Yu Xiaogang too severely here, causing this fragile, useless man's Dao heart to collapse and leading him to find a rope to hang himself...

Then that crazy female Pope in Martial Soul City would likely go insane and hunt him down across the world.

Although he wasn't afraid of Bibi Dong now, he didn't want to invite such unnecessary trouble; otherwise, he might have to ask the Snow Empress to step in to handle it.

"However..."

Xue Bingchen sneered coldly in his heart, a chilling glint flashing deep in his eyes.

"Since someone insists on shoving their face forward, begging to be slapped..."

"If I don't give him a couple of heavy slaps, wouldn't it make it seem like I, Xue Bingchen, am someone anyone can bully?!"

Facing Yu Xiaogang's mad-dog barking and Tang San's expectant gaze, the coldness on Xue Bingchen's face gradually dissipated, replaced by an air of absolute, calm confidence.

He ignored the jumping and shouting Yu Xiaogang and looked down at Tang San, who was kneeling on the ground. His voice was calm yet carried a power that struck the soul as he spoke slowly:

"Little San, since you have taken me as your master, today, I will teach you the first lesson of the Douluo Continent."

"In this world, the cultivation system for soul masters has an extremely strict hierarchy.

Every ten levels, after a soul master obtains a soul ring, they break through their own shackles and gain a corresponding new title."

Xue Bingchen's voice resonated like a great bell at the gate of Notting Academy:

"Starting from the most basic Soul Scholar, then Soul Master, Soul Grand Master, Soul Elder, Soul Ancestor, Soul King..."

"All the way to the very top of the pyramid on this continent—the Title Douluo!"

Having said this, Xue Bingchen paused slightly, his deep gaze fixed on Tang San's eyes, which were slightly widened in shock.

"And I..."

Xue Bingchen hooked his lips into a proud arc and said, enunciating each word clearly:

"My current cultivation is six rings—a Soul Emperor."

"BOOM—!!!"

The moment the words "Soul Emperor" were uttered, for the fledgling Tang San, it might have been a vague concept, but for Yu Xiaogang, who was eavesdropping nearby, it was no different from detonating a megaton-class nuclear bomb in his mind!

"Soul Emperor?! That's impossible! How old is he? How could he possibly be a Soul Emperor?!" Yu Xiaogang roared frantically in his heart, his face full of disbelief.

However, Xue Bingchen didn't give him any chance to question him.

The next moment!

An extremely terrifying, bone-chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing the soul erupted from Xue Bingchen's body!

This aura was so strong that it even caused visible frost to condense in the surrounding air!

"Hum—hum—hum—"

Accompanied by a series of heart-palpitating hums, ring after ring of dazzling light, as if a miracle had descended, slowly rose from beneath Xue Bingchen's feet!

The first ring, a deep purple!

The second ring, still a deep purple!

The third ring, as black as ink that could not be thinned!

The fourth ring, black!

The fifth ring, black!

When these five rings, which defied every conventional logic of a Soul Master, appeared, Yu Xiaogang had completely petrified.

His eyes were locked onto those soul rings, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a duck egg.

However, it was not over yet!

The moment the sixth soul ring rose, the light at the entrance of Notting Academy seemed to be swallowed whole by this ring!

It was a ring... as piercing as fresh blood, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure—a 100,000-year red soul ring!!!

"Purple, purple, black, black, black, red!!!"

Six soul rings pulsed rhythmically up and down around Xue Bingchen.

At the same time, behind Xue Bingchen, a phantom of extreme, otherworldly beauty slowly emerged.

It was a woman with long, snow-white hair and a flawless face.

She wore an ice-blue gown, surrounded by a sky full of ice and snow; merely standing there, she radiated an ultimate nobility and coldness that made all things bow in submission!

This was none other than Xue Bingchen's Martial Soul—the Heavenly Snow Woman!

When the stunning figure of the Heavenly Snow Woman appeared, everyone present felt their breathing hitch.

If Yu Xiaogang's pig-like Luo Sanpao was the ugliest and most ridiculous Martial Soul in the world, then the Heavenly Snow Woman behind Xue Bingchen was the most beautiful and noble work of art in existence!

No!

Comparing Luo Sanpao to the Heavenly Snow Woman was the greatest insult to the very name of the Heavenly Snow Woman!

This was no longer a difference of heaven and earth; it was the difference between a deity and the filth in a gutter!