An Eighteen-Year-Old, Nine-Ring Titled Douluo-Could Such a Monster Really Exist?

The outer perimeter of the Core Circle of Sunset Forest.

The poisonous barrier surged with an eerie purple light like a monstrous wave.

Above the mountainside, a thousand feet high.

The hundred-meter-long Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor opened its blood-red maw, unleashing a torrent of highly venomous breath.

The surrounding massive boulders, each weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, were being etched with a hissing sound.

Opposite to the Serpent King.

A beam of blazing golden light forcefully tore through the thick Poison Fog.

The "Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Skill" —Golden Sacred Dragon —activated by Flender, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang, stood atop the mountain.

The mighty dragon swept across all directions.

Golden light and Jade Phosphor Poison Mist engaged in a violent struggle in mid-air.

The shockwave from the collision flattened half a Forest.

A shower of rubble rained down from the sky.

"Senior Dugu Bo, we have mistakenly entered this place. Please allow us to leave," shouted the Golden Sacred Dragon Flender.

They hadn't expected to find Titled Douluo here.

Fortunately, he was the weakest Titled Douluo.

Its ability to poison in large-scale battles is unparalleled.

It can be discussed solely in terms of physical confrontation and pure brute force.

Ultimately, the powerful body of the Holy Dragon could withstand it.

If it had been any other account ban, those three would probably be dead by now.

"Pooh!"

"What utter nonsense!"

"You dare to be so arrogant after trespassing on my territory!"

Dugu Bo's serpentine body lashed out at the mountain rocks.

His old face turned ashen with anger.

If it weren't for the worry of breaking the precious herbs in the valley...

He had already made his move on a large scale.

In the sky.

A ripple spread across the void.

Ye Qing put his arm around Dugu Yan's slender waist.

The two appeared out of thin air without any warning.

Gazing at the fierce battle unfolding in the distance, Ye Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It was them?"

He recognized the Golden Sacred Dragon at a glance.

In the original story, the Golden Iron Triangle attacked the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well purely because the Old Poison kidnapped Tang San.

However, in this timeline, with himself around, the Old Poison has absolutely no interest in Tang San.

Tang San was not captured.

Why are these three still fighting with the Old Poison?

A glint of light flickered in Ye Qing's eyes.

The flapping of a butterfly's wings ultimately rewrote the trajectory of destiny.

He had previously intercepted resources from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

He conveniently thwarted Shrek's idea of borrowing the Heaven Dou's resources.

But this calamity still came.

These three guys ultimately walked right into a dead end.

Halfway up the mountain.

The Golden Sacred Dragon ripped through the purple poison with a powerful dragon claw strike, slamming it heavily into the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's vital spot.

The violent tremors kicked up clouds of dust.

Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison is indeed domineering.

However, its corrosive effect is greatly reduced in the face of the Golden Sacred Dragon's pure and scorching dragon breath.

Dugu Bo's true form was in pain.

The enormous snake's body contracted violently.

Forced to retreat repeatedly by the aggressive Holy Dragon.

"Brother Ye Qing, is Grandpa able to hold on...?"

Dugu Yan gripped Ye Qing's hand tightly, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Although the Old Poison master is good at area-of-effect poison, he is ultimately at a disadvantage when faced with head-on single-target attacks."

Ye Qing gently patted Dugu Yan's shoulder, giving her a reassuring look.

"Relax."

"The Old Poison is unharmed; ultimately, Titled Douluo is stronger."

Ye Qing lightly tapped her fingertip in the air.

A Azure Lotus Avatar, condensed from pure spatial power, silently appeared.

He transformed and stood beside Dugu Yan, creating an absolutely safe barrier of isolation.

Then.

Ye Qing, dressed in white robes, calmly stepped into the void.

A jet-black crack suddenly tore open in the center of the battlefield.

When Ye Qing stepped out from the depths of nothingness

That nonchalant demeanor was completely out of place amidst the devastating battle below.

The Old Poison master, who had been fiercely fighting and filled with resentment, suddenly stopped.

Sensing that extremely familiar ethereal aura, Dugu Bo's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

An undisguised joy spread across the old man's face.

"You brat!"

"If you don't come soon, these three scoundrels will tear my herb garden down!"

The thunderous laughter echoed through the valley.

"Old Poison."

"You, a Titled Douluo..."

"Being forced into this state by two Soul Sage and one Soul Grandmaster, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"

Ye Qing quipped casually.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!"

"This golden-skinned lizard is very tough. My poison is a bit slow to penetrate. Let me give it a good burp!"

Dugu Bo glared and puffed out his cheeks.

Inside the Golden Sacred Dragon, Flender and Yu Xiaogang, who were at the core of the fusion technique, underwent a dramatic change in expression.

The two stared at the figure of the white-clad youth in the void.

The two were struck dumb.

"It's him?!"

Flender cried out in disbelief.

He recognized Ye Qing at a glance, after all, he had confronted him before.

"How did he get here?" Yu Xiaogang wondered.

Only the hot-tempered Liu Erlong was completely unaware of this.

The scorching dragon breath surged around her, causing her fiery figure to heave violently.

She glared at the white-clad youth hovering high in the sky, pointed at Ye Qing, and shouted:

"Boss Fu! Little Gang!"

"Where did this arrogant brat come from?"

"You greenhorn, how dare you interfere in my battle? Get out of my way!"

Ye Qing, suspended in mid-air, remained expressionless, his eyes cold and devoid of any human emotion.

The way he looked at Liu Erlong was as if he were looking at a lifeless stone.

"Noisy."

"It would be better if the world were quieter."

The clear, cold voice echoed for miles around.

The next moment.

Three Purple Soul Ring appeared beneath his feet.

Flender's eye twitched violently.

"The first three ring roads are all millennium-old? How is that possible?!"

"Isn't the theoretical limit for the First Soul Ring 421 years?!"

Flender's mind went blank.

Before he could recover from this shocking, illogical event...

A fourth, deep black Soul Ring quietly appeared.

The pitch-black halo exuded a suffocating sense of heaviness.

Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh!

Four shiny black, Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring were lined up.

A terrifying pressure, as immeasurable as an ancient divine mountain, pressed down heavily.

"No... this is impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged out, his eyes were bloodshot, his breathing stopped completely, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"The fourth ring of the eternal era?"

"My theory... my law of ultimate absorption..."

"No one can break this ironclad rule!"

But the nightmare continued to escalate violently, leaving them no room to breathe.

The eighth Soul Ring has arrived in grand style.

The dazzling crimson, like flowing imperial blood, completely dyed the sky for dozens of miles around into a scarlet sea of blood!

Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

That's the legendary red Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring that countless Soul Master dream of!

The three of them had not yet escaped the endless fear of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

The ninth Soul Ring has appeared!

The same bright red!

The same taboo!

The same devastating impact!

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

Nine Soul Ring, which overturned the ironclad rules of the Soul Master World that had been known for thousands of years, shone brightly together.

It was as if nine blazing suns were rising around Ye Qing, making everything in the world appear dim and lackluster.

A vast, heaven-like gravity crashed down, slamming heavily onto the massive body of the Golden Sacred Dragon.

The Golden Sacred Dragon, which was invincible just a second ago, had its spine bent by this pure and unparalleled aura!

Liu Erlong's shouting stopped abruptly, her pretty face ashen.

All that remained in his eyes was boundless fear and despair.

Yu Xiaogang was completely distraught, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and the light in his eyes had completely died out.

The "Grandmaster theories" he painstakingly summarized over half a lifetime became a huge joke and a pile of absurd waste paper in front of this eighteen-year-old boy.

Flender felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead like a waterfall.

My mind went completely silent and collapsed.

An eighteen-year-old Titled Douluo with nine rings!

It even has two 100,000-year-old red rings on its head!

How could such a monster possibly exist in this world?