"Was he trying to obtain a Beast Lord-level Soul Ring?"
Mu En, who was standing guard nearby, slightly narrowed his eyes.
One had to know that Beast Lord-level Soul Rings and ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were like human Super Douluo and ordinary Title Douluo.
They were on completely different levels!
Mu En silently raised his Soul Power to its peak, ready to forcibly interrupt the absorption at any moment.
Even if it destroyed Xia Ming's foundation, it was still better than having him explode to death.
In the center of the room, Xia Ming had already approached his limit.
Blood mist swirled around him, blood seeped from his seven orifices, and he looked as though he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
Yet his eyes shone with terrifying brightness.
"Two hundred thousand years... break for me!" Xia Ming let out a low roar from his throat.
"Boom—!"
The blood-red Soul Ring abruptly expanded. A brilliant golden pattern emerged from nothingness across its surface.
The second golden pattern formed!
Two hundred thousand years—a Beast Lord Soul Ring!
"That was enough."
Xia Ming no longer persisted. Instead, he took the initiative to fuse with the Soul Ring.
The next moment, the Soul Ring's energy stopped raging and instead transformed into gentle blood-gold streams of light, slowly merging into Xia Ming's body.
The pain receded like the tide, replaced by a sensation of profound transformation that spread through his entire body.
"Phew..."
Xia Ming slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, faint golden glimmers mixed within it.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mu En, who was watching him anxiously, and gave a slight nod.
"Teacher, I succeeded."
The tension in Mu En's heart finally eased, shock and gratification intertwined in his eyes.
"A two-hundred-thousand-year fifth Soul Ring... this