"You brat, getting a hundred-thousand-year fifth soul ring—if word got out—"
"I'm afraid no one would dare believe it."
Liu Bai shook his head gently.
"No."
Dugu Bo was stunned.
"Not what?"
Liu Bai raised his head, looking at the floating soul ring, his tone calm.
"Not the fifth soul ring."
"It's the first soul ring."
The air suddenly grew quiet.
Dugu Bo stood frozen in place, looking as though he had been struck by lightning.
"...What?"
He almost suspected he had misheard.
"The first soul ring?"
Liu Bai nodded, his expression natural.
"I forgot to mention it to you."
"I have a second martial soul."
The moment those words fell—
Dugu Bo's pupils dilated sharply.
"A second... martial soul?!"
His voice spiked abruptly.
Twin Martial Souls?
He knew better than anyone what those four words meant on Douluo Continent.
Liu Bai continued.
"A Body Martial Soul."
"Blood."
He paused, seemingly weighing his words.
"To be precise—"
"Blood, and the heart."
Dugu Bo felt his scalp tingle.
One martial soul was already heaven-defying to this degree.
And yet—
There was actually a second one?
In this era, the concept of the Body Martial Soul did not yet exist; Dugu Bo did not know the potential of a Body Martial Soul, nor the sheer value of combining a heart and blood. But even without knowing, based on what Liu Bai had displayed—
It was terrifying enough.
As long as he developed normally, his future potential was beyond terrifying to imagine!
Liu Bai raised a hand and pointed at the blood-red soul ring.
"This blood dragon's soul ring."
"It is an extreme fit for my second martial soul."
"Therefore—"
Dugu Bo drew in a sharp breath.
"The first soul ring is over one hundred thousand years?!"
"Hiss..."
Dugu Bo could not help