Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring

Qiangu Zhangting looked at Chen Zhou, his teeth clenched and the ferocity on his face no longer hidden in the slightest.

As the inheritor of the Evil-Breaking Dragon Martial Soul, no matter how calm and graceful he appeared on the surface, his bones had already begun to turn toward madness.

Or perhaps, under such an upbringing, it was impossible for him not to be mad.

However, seeing Qiangu Zhangting in this state of extreme, seemingly mindless madness, Chen Zhou's expression remained completely unchanged.

"Is that so? Then I hope you kill them thoroughly. It would be best if you didn't bury them; scattering their ashes would be even better."

"Keep it up, Young Pagoda Master. I hope that one day, you, this piece of trash, can fight me fair and square without relying on your status."

Chen Zhou's voice was calm, his tone devoid of even a ripple.

Yet, his indifferent words carried the sharpest mockery, causing Qiangu Zhangting's body to tremble.

He wanted to retort, but he did not know what to say.

Before he could speak, however, Chen Zhou's fair fingers tapped against his body.

Terrifying power condensed as the Water of Destruction and the Water of Life simultaneously enveloped Qiangu Zhangting's frame.

Chen Lengjing, who had been on Qiangu Zhangting's body, sprang away, transforming back into a spirit to enter Chen Zhou's body, while the two currents of water surged to wrap around his target, forcing a scream from him as he looked toward the sky.

The pain sensitivity in the Riot Spirit Ascension Platform was set to a minimum of 20%.

But for the sake of realism, the pain sensitivity for this session had been cranked up to 50%.

50% pain sensitivity was no joke.

Watching Qiangu Zhangting's expression of extreme rage and agony, Qiangu Dongfeng outside had already stood up, his aura as a Limit Douluo radiating wantonly from his body.

Beside him, however, Leng Yaozhu sat, her own aura as a peak 98th-rank Super Douluo likewise radiating outward.

Her momentum was not as strong as Qiangu Dongfeng's, but it was not far behind.

Feeling Leng Yaozhu's aura, the two locked eyes, and Qiangu Dongfeng hesitated to act.

Chen Zhou, inside, was no fool; he knew when to stop while he was ahead.

Tormenting this future Young Pagoda Master was one thing, but if he actually tortured him to death, it would be a miracle if he survived after leaving.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhou slowly withdrew his hand.

Before him, Qiangu Zhangting shattered under the terrifying fluctuations of power, turning into dots of light that filled the sky, his spiritual power likewise condensing onto Chen Zhou.

The aura around Chen Zhou began to climb, and as the vast surge of spiritual power was absorbed, the barrier of three thousand years finally vanished.

Feeling the changes in his body, Chen Zhou trembled slightly.

Chen Zhou closed his eyes calmly and sat cross-legged, a water-element barrier slowly condensing to protect him.

It was two hours later when Chen Zhou emerged.

Although he had to complete his promotion outside, he had also slaughtered all the other disciples of the Spirit Pagoda in addition to controlling Chen Lengjing to attack soul beasts and continuing to hunt them himself, all to secure the first-place reward.

There had been eight people in total; excluding himself, Chen Zhou had killed six, and he hadn't been able to find the last one.

But his current score was undoubtedly the highest, so he did not linger and slowly teleported out.

As Chen Zhou's form awakened in reality, his eyes closed slightly, and Chen Lengjing appeared as well.

The deep blue long snake coiled around Chen Zhou's body, its own form beginning to evolve.

The original deep purple soul ring began to evolve toward a pale black, until it turned into a true, solid black.

The terrifying aura of a ten-thousand-year soul ring radiated outward, and Chen Zhou opened his eyes calmly, his gaze fixed on Chen Lengjing.

Chen Lengjing was also affected at this moment.

Chen Zhou had to make a choice for it: should it grow into a large, purely aggressive snake, or one focused on sneak attacks?

Chen Zhou pondered for a second.

His own offense and defense were integrated, and his strength was ridiculously high, but he lacked proficiency in sneak attacks.

Aside from teleportation, he currently had no good techniques for ambushing.

As Chen Lengjing's intelligence increased, its coordination with Chen Zhou would only become more tacit, so having it specialize in sneak attacks would be highly effective.

Following Chen Zhou's choice, Chen Lengjing's body began to tremble slightly.

From its lower jaw, slender buds slowly extended—these were the legs of a dragon, though they were not yet fully grown.

But looking at those five slender little legs, Chen Zhou's eyes brightened slightly.

Chen Lengjing's evolutionary path was also toward that of a Divine Dragon, though it would not truly become one until it reached at least one hundred thousand years of age.

However, as it reached several tens of thousands of years or higher, it would eventually transform completely into a flood dragon.

For now, however, Chen Lengjing's body had shrunk from its original three or four meters to less than half a meter.

Its size was small, but the scales covering its body were several layers thicker.

From a distance, it looked like a giant drill, and paired with its cold, inverted triangular eyes, it exuded a terrifying murderous intent.

Furthermore, as Chen Lengjing improved, the effects of the two ten-thousand-year soul skills granted by its ten-thousand-year soul ring would also become significantly stronger.

Whether it was the first soul skill or the second, the effects had nearly doubled.

Clear Stream Dragon Breath went without saying; its attack power had increased several times over, and the water column that could originally be condensed had transformed directly into thirty-six individual streams.

As for the second soul skill, its coverage area had expanded from less than 100 meters to nearly 500 meters, which was already a massive range.

Furthermore, it was no longer just a matter of dropping raindrops; it had begun to rain.

A light rain fell across the sky, and every single drop possessed a powerful piercing effect, even capable of exploding directly upon impact with a human body.

This improvement was immense, to the point that even Chen Zhou was pleasantly surprised.

However, as he stood up and the door opened, seeing that the man in black who had brought him here had already been subdued, Chen Zhou's expression remained calm.

"Young Master Chen Zhou, the Pagoda Master and the Vice Pagoda Master request your presence. Please, come with me to the top floor."

The lead man in black spoke, glanced at Chen Zhou, and finally gestured silently for him to follow.

Chen Zhou did not mind, following directly behind the man in black until they reached the very top of the Spirit Pagoda.

This was the highest level of the Spirit Pagoda, and also its most core location.

At this moment, as the door to the conference room opened, Qiangu Dongfeng was already sitting there, leisurely sipping tea, with Qiangu Zhangting beside him.

Yet, this once-icy noble young master no longer held a trace of arrogance in his eyes, replaced only by a deep, thick, and viscous hatred.

His gaze was fixed firmly upon Chen Zhou.

Ever since Chen Zhou entered, his eyes had been locked onto him.

Chen Zhou, however, did not care in the slightest.

Facing the now-crazed Qiangu Zhangting, Chen Zhou instead bowed respectfully.

"Junior Chen Zhou pays his respects to the Pagoda Master and the Vice Pagoda Master."