Four Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

"I will take them one by one, letting you wait in fear."

"Waiting for death to find you."

His figure completely disappeared.

Not through high-speed movement, but true invisibility.

Not even a ripple of soul power was left in the air, as if he had never existed.

Only that chilling aura grew stronger and closer.

Ye Lingling clutched Ye Renxin's hand, her fingers icy cold.

"Grandpa..."

She called out in her heart, tears welling in her eyes.

She felt they would all die.

Bai Chenxiang fell from mid-air, stumbling, and Huo Wu immediately caught her.

The two women stood back-to-back, scanning the surrounding darkness vigilantly, but saw nothing.

The chilling aura was everywhere, yet its source could not be found.

Huo Wu's breathing grew rapid, her ample chest heaving violently.

She gritted her teeth, shielding Bai Chenxiang behind her, the flame in her palm flickering.

Bai Chenxiang bit her lower lip, refusing to let out a sound of weakness.

But her hand gripping Huo Wu's trembled.

Ye Renxin closed his eyes, his weathered face etched with despair.

He had lived seventy-nine years and seen his share of life and death.

But to watch these young children die before his eyes, his heart ached as if being gouged by a knife.

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

"You all step back."

Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.

Yu Xiaolong stood in place, still holding a wine gourd he had produced from somewhere.

He took a swig, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Then he slung the gourd to his waist and took two steps forward.

His posture was as casual as if he were going to the market, not facing a Titled Douluo.

Bai Chenxiang and Huo Wu froze.

"Old man, you..."

Huo Wu's words caught in her throat.

Because Yu Xiaolong stopped, then slowly raised his right hand.

A vast, suffocating wave of soul power erupted from him.

He was no longer the usual flippant, girl-patting old rogue.

That aura was like a slumbering dragon awakening.

Three soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

Red, red, red--

Three soul rings, and they were red.

Hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

That crimson glowed with an eerie, majestic light under the moonlight, like a blood moon fallen to earth.

Ye Renxin's body jolted as if struck by a punch.

His lips trembled, and he made guttural sounds, unable to form a complete sentence.

Hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

This man, who looked younger than him, possessed hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

Ye Lingling covered her mouth, her eyes, usually filled with solitude and distance, now held only shock.

Her heart pounded as if it would leap from her chest.

Bai Chenxiang forgot to breathe.

Huo Wu's eyes widened, though among everyone, she was the most composed upon seeing Yu Xiaolong reveal his soul rings.

And in a dark corner, Ghost's pupils contracted sharply.

For the first time, his crimson eyes held an emotion beyond shock.

It was apprehension.

Who is this old guy with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?

"Golden Sand Tracking."

Yu Xiaolong's voice was as calm as if he were commenting on the fine weather.

His third soul ring lit up, its red glow illuminating the entire forest.

Countless golden light spots drifted from his palm, like fireworks exploding in the night sky.

The light spots spread out, filling every inch of space.

Then, less than twenty paces from everyone, the golden light spots suddenly froze.

They attached themselves to a transparent humanoid silhouette, outlining a figure.

Ghost looked down at the dense golden light spots on his body, disbelief surging in his scarlet pupils.

His invisibility had been broken.

Broken by a hundred-thousand-year soul skill, without any suspense.

Yu Xiaolong looked at him, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a dead man.

Then he reached into his chest and pulled out a palm-sized bronze mirror.

Silver patterns flowed across the mirror's surface, rippling gently like water waves.

The Space-Time Mirror.

Yu Xiaolong tossed the mirror into the air, and it suddenly enlarged, transforming into a silver gateway of light.

Within the gateway, space twisted and time became chaotic.

Ghost realized something and charged forward, his withered hand condensing all his soul power.

But it was too late.

A flash of silver light.

Yu Xiaolong, Bai Chenxiang, Huo Wu, Ye Renxin, Ye Lingling.

The five of them instantly vanished into the gateway of light, leaving not even a trace of their presence.

The gateway closed, the bronze mirror fell back to where Yu Xiaolong had disappeared, and then transformed into a silver light, chasing after them.

Everything returned to silence.

Ghost's hand passed through the air, grasping at nothing.

He stood in the empty forest, black mist churning around him.

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

A twisted, almost comical expression slowly formed on his face.

Strange.

This was the strangest thing he had encountered in his long life.

An old man with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, in front of him, had vanished into thin air with four others.

And that mirror.

Ghost slowly retracted his hand, his scarlet eyes churning with emotions too complex for him to articulate.

"What divine artifact was that just now?"

Yu Xiaolong, along with Huo Wu, Bai Chenxiang, Ye Renxin, and Ye Lingling, fled the Star Dou Great Forest.

Ghost Douluo's pursuit was left far behind.

Only when they reached the outskirts of Heaven Dou Imperial City did everyone truly relax.

Ye Renxin stood by the roadside and bowed deeply to Yu Xiaolong.

"Young Master Yu, your great kindness is beyond words."

The old man's voice trembled slightly.

Yu Xiaolong helped him up: "Elder Ye, you are too kind."

Ye Renxin looked up, his eyes still filled with shock.

That incredible Soul Tool could actually hold so many people.

A spatial Soul Tool, he had never seen one in all his years.

Who exactly was this Young Master Yu?

"Young Master Yu, it's getting late."

Ye Renxin looked at the darkening sky in the distance.

"It's still over two hundred kilometers to Heaven Dou Imperial City."

"Why don't you stay at my humble abode for the night and travel tomorrow morning?"

Yu Xiaolong pondered for a moment.

Two hundred kilometers, indeed not a short distance.

He nodded: "Then we shall trouble Elder Ye."

More importantly, Tang San.

He clearly remembered the grudge of uniting with soul beasts to kill him.

A cold glint flashed in Yu Xiaolong's eyes.

The Seven Heart Begonia family's manor was located in the outskirts of Heaven Dou Imperial City.

The manor was not large, but it was extremely exquisite.

On both sides of the bluestone path, all sorts of begonia flowers were planted.

Although it was night, the flower shadows under the moonlight were still captivating.

Yu Xiaolong followed Ye Renxin into the manor.

Huo Wu and Bai Chenxiang looked around curiously.