Shui Bing'er bit her lower lip, gathered up her skirt, and dashed away.
Her icy-blue hair streamed behind her, her skirt billowing like waves. She ran with light, urgent steps, her slender waist twisting as she traced one heart-stirring curve after another.
She rushed to the stone chamber's door. As soon as she came to a stop, she raised her hand to knock.
Boom!
The stone door suddenly exploded outward from within.
Shards of stone flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
Shui Bing'er instinctively took a step back and raised an arm to shield herself from the swirling grit.
Through the dust, a figure slowly emerged.
A close-cropped haircut, a black suit, and a figure standing tall as a pine.
Yu Xiaolong strode out, surrounded by a surge of Soul Power that had yet to fully subside, shaking the scattered stones away from him.
But the sight that left Shui Bing'er rooted to the spot wasn't that imposing aura.
It was the four Soul Rings slowly revolving beneath Yu Xiaolong's feet.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
All four Soul Rings were exactly the same color.
Red.
Blood red.
A hundred thousand years!
Shui Bing'er's pupils contracted. For the first time, her gentle, delicate face took on an almost stunned expression.
She raised a trembling hand and pointed at the Soul Rings beneath Yu Xiaolong's feet. Her lips quivered for a long moment before she finally managed to speak.
"Teacher... you actually have four—four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?"
When she said those words, even Shui Bing'er could hear her voice falter.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
It was the stuff of legend.
Across the entire Douluo Continent, which Soul Master with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring wasn't a renowned Titled Douluo, a great figure who commanded respect across