What is a Ten-Thousand-Year Third Soul Ring?

Because his wager against Zhou Tong had failed, Dugu Yan had slowly distanced herself from him and grown increasingly close to Zhou Tong.

This made Yu Tianheng somewhat indignant.

However, Yu Tianheng had never found a good opportunity, nor did he have enough confidence that he could defeat Zhou Tong.

Therefore, during this period, Yu Tianheng had been thinking of ways to resolve this problem.

He had gone into seclusion to cultivate, seeking ways to improve his strength, and now that his power had finally surged, he could find Zhou Tong to test his skills.

However.

When he saw Dugu Yan and Zhou Tong acting intimate, laughing and chatting together, the anger and unwillingness in his eyes instantly intensified.

I must find a way to defeat Zhou Tong.

I must win Dugu Yan back.

He recalled the last time, during the Heaven Lightning trial competition, when he had been utterly defeated by Zhou Tong.

Now, his strength had risen once again, and he had rebuilt his self-confidence.

He believed that he could turn the tables.

At this moment, Yu Tianheng strode forward and arrived in front of Zhou Tong.

He lifted his chin slightly, revealing a look of provocation.

"Zhou Tong, I heard your strength has surged recently. I would like to ask for a pointer or two."

"How about the loser withdraws from the next team captain selection?"

Zhou Tong looked at Yu Tianheng; it was his old nemesis. Since he wanted to make a fool of himself, Zhou Tong would grant his wish.

"As you wish!"

At this moment.

Yu Tianheng's words instantly stirred up a thousand waves. Everyone's gaze fell upon Zhou Tong and Yu Tianheng, and many began to whisper.

"Zhou Tong, who is this guy?"

"He seems to be a commoner spirit master; it looks like there is bad blood between them."

"I heard that previously, when Zhou Tong and Yu Tianheng competed in Heaven Lightning body tempering, Yu Tianheng lost miserably."

"It seems like revenge."

"So even the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Master has moments of embarrassment."

"But I heard that Yu Tianheng is a Spirit Elder, hailed as the shining new star of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"Anyone who can make Yu Tianheng wary certainly isn't an ordinary person."

Many people discussed this, turning their gazes toward Zhou Tong.

When they saw that Zhou Tong's face was very youthful, appearing to be only about ten years old, they all gasped.

"This Zhou Tong looks like he's only ten; I'm afraid he hasn't even broken through to become a Great Spirit Master."

"He dares to challenge Yu Tianheng to a duel?"

"Is this kid crazy?"

"Is this brat looking to get beaten up?"

"And Yu Tianheng, why is he bickering with a junior?"

"Even if he wins, it won't be an honorable victory."

"Don't talk nonsense, perhaps Yu Tianheng will restrict himself?"

The sound of the crowd's discussion reached Yu Tianheng's ears. A smug look appeared at the corner of his mouth as he looked down at Zhou Tong from his superior position, pretending to be magnanimous.

"Zhou Tong, I know you are young."

"I won't bully you."

"I will restrict my spirit power to your level and give you a chance for a fair fight, how about that?"

After speaking, Yu Tianheng raised his head and stood with his hands behind his back, attempting to display his magnanimity and broad-mindedness to the crowd.

Hearing this, the crowd nodded in approval, deceived by Yu Tianheng's facade.

However, Zhou Tong laughed out loud, unconcerned.

He spoke indifferently.

"Your spirit power level isn't much higher than mine, so there's no need for that."

"If you really want to challenge me, then show some sincerity."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was in an uproar.

How could this be? This Zhou Tong was only a ten-year-old boy, yet he possessed the strength of a Spirit Elder?

This was simply too sensational.

Could this Zhou Tong be a fraud?

A ten-year-old boy with over thirty levels of soul power?

It was simply unheard of.

At this moment, Yu Tianheng was also stunned; he had not expected Zhou Tong to have actually become a Soul Master.

That's impossible!

He's only ten years old!

"Zhou Tong, stop pretending. How could you possibly be a Soul Master?"

"Don't worry, I can suppress my soul power to the Great Soul Master level to have a fair duel with you. I won't bully you," Yu Tianheng said indifferently.

He simply did not believe that Zhou Tong could be a Soul Master.

The others chimed in one after another, refusing to believe that Zhou Tong could have attained such a rank.

Seeing this, Zhou Tong chuckled. Instead of refuting them, he released the soul power within his body.

The next moment, a vigorous surge of soul power erupted from him, and three soul rings—one yellow, one purple, and one black—slowly rose from beneath his feet, hovering before him.

Seeing this, everyone was struck dumb with astonishment.

"A thousand-year second soul ring, and a ten-thousand-year third soul ring!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"In all the years of the continent's history, no one has ever heard of a thousand-year second soul ring."

"Let alone a ten-thousand-year third soul ring."

"How on earth did Zhou Tong manage it?"

"Am I seeing things?"

"You aren't; it's definitely real."

Zhou Tong's soul rings instantly caused an uproar among the crowd.

Everyone gasped, unable to believe their own eyes.

Bone Douluo stared at Zhou Tong's purple and black soul rings in astonishment, unable to snap out of his daze for a long time.

"Old Poison, is this the monster you took in?"

"How did he do it?"

"A ten-thousand-year third soul ring?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at that soul ring and gasped in surprise.

"Just good luck, that's all."

Dugu Bo held his head high, speaking with a proud, invisible air of arrogance.

In the crowd, the charming Ning Rongrong watched the soul rings on Zhou Tong, her mouth agape in shock.

As the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong had seen too many geniuses, but she had always looked down on them because none were stronger than her.

But today, seeing Zhou Tong, she was truly shocked to her core, for she had never seen such a terrifying soul master.

"You, you, you... how did you do it?"

"I don't believe it."

"What kind of trickery are you using to fool us?"

The most shocked of all was Yu Tianheng.

He stammered in surprise, unable to believe his own eyes.

"Believe it or not, that's up to you."

Zhou Tong remained calm and indifferent.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"If you want to spar, then put up a wager."

Zhou Tong did not let him continue to let his imagination run wild.

He did not want to reveal too many of his secrets.

"A wager?"

"What kind of wager do you want?"

Yu Tianheng frowned, feeling a sense of wariness, fearing that Zhou Tong might make some excessive request.

Hearing this, a faint, imperceptible arc curled at the corner of Zhou Tong's mouth as he stated the wager he wanted.

"I have heard that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect excels at tempering the body with lightning. If I win, I want your Heaven Lightning tempering method, along with the relevant auxiliary medicinal formulas and other such things."

"You understand what I mean, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Tianheng's expression shifted instantly.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had been passed down for many years, having long since developed a complete set of Heaven Lightning body-tempering methods, as well as many auxiliary pills that allowed their clansmen to minimize the damage from the Heaven Lightning during cultivation.

But these were sect secrets, not to be shown to others lightly.