The Age of Dragons? Sorry, I'm a Phoenix!

Who is the most mysterious Title Douluo on the continent today?

Without a doubt, it is the man before them, Leng Hanyuan.

The general public only knows that the Spirit Transmission Pagoda suddenly gained a Grand Elder whose rank is on par with the Pagoda Master.

Those with their own channels of information, like Zhen Hua and the others, know slightly more.

They know that Leng Hanyuan hails from the Phoenix Family and is capable of suppressing the old Pagoda Master of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda, Qiangu Dieting.

But that is all.

As for anything else regarding Leng Hanyuan, they are completely in the dark, knowing absolutely nothing.

No one even knows of any footprints left by this quasi-god from the Phoenix Family in his previous activities.

No matter how they investigate, there seems to be no trace of him within the last hundred years.

It is as if he simply appeared out of thin air.

The Phoenix Family refers to Leng Hanyuan as their ancestor, but the vast majority of people do not take that seriously.

After all, looking back at the Phoenix Family's history of several hundred years, there has never been an ancestor named Leng Hanyuan.

As for more distant history...

No one would think in that direction.

After all, even for a quasi-god, a lifespan is only a few hundred years.

Therefore, regarding this most mysterious quasi-god on the continent today, Zhen Hua and the others naturally cannot hide the curiosity in their hearts.

"Very well."

Leng Hanyuan nods, not refusing.

One by one, brilliant spirit rings slowly rise from beneath him.

Watching this, Zhen Hua and the others cannot help but hold their breath, their pupils vibrating wildly.

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red!

Uniformly red!

That blood-like red is bright and exceptionally dazzling.

Mu Ye takes a deep breath.

In his view, this terrifying spirit ring configuration of Leng Hanyuan must have been obtained through postnatal spirit ascension.

But even so, it remains incredibly shocking.

What is shocking is not the hundred-thousand-year spirit rings.

He has hundred-thousand-year spirit rings himself, and more than one.

What truly shocks Mu Ye is the uniform set of hundred-thousand-year spirit rings.

After all, the age of a spirit soul is directly linked to spiritual power.

It is precisely because he possesses several hundred-thousand-year spirit rings himself that Mu Ye is even more aware of how immense the requirements for spiritual power are when it comes to increasing the age of subsequent spirit rings.

With nine hundred-thousand-year spirit rings, just how terrifying must Leng Hanyuan's spiritual power be?

As the spirit rings rise, a crisp Phoenix Cry echoes through the room.

He does not deliberately release his power, yet the surrounding temperature begins to drop sharply.

White frost is already faintly condensing in the corners.

That noble phoenix aura makes even Mu Ye, the strongest of the three, feel immense pressure, his face turning slightly pale.

"Ultimate Ice!"

"This is definitely Ultimate Ice!"

Mu Ye murmurs.

This bone-chilling cold can be nothing other than Ultimate Ice!

"Your Excellency, what is this spirit of yours?" Zhen Hua narrows his eyes slightly.

Although his strength is not as great as Mu Ye's, he is still a bona fide Title Douluo.

While his cultivation might have some padding, his discernment is still there.

Naturally, he can see the extraordinary nature of Leng Hanyuan's spirit.

He searches his mind for relevant knowledge from the past, but he cannot find anything that matches Leng Hanyuan's spirit.

"Ice Crystal Profound Phoenix."

Leng Hanyuan speaks softly.

Ice Crystal Profound Phoenix!

This was the top-tier martial soul that had once suppressed Huo Yuhao, the Child of Destiny of his era, for over a decade, leaving him unable to lift his head.

It possessed not only the attribute of Ultimate Ice.

It also carried the bloodline of a True Phoenix!

One had to understand that the True Phoenix bloodline was a top-tier divine beast lineage on par with the True Dragon bloodline!

In this Douluo III Era, where dragon-type martial souls were everywhere, Leng Hanyuan's Ice Crystal Profound Phoenix was in no way inferior to any of them.

Even Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline had absolutely no way to exert any suppression over him.

Dragon-type martial souls were ubiquitous in the Douluo III Era.

As the Golden Dragon King bloodline, representing half of the Dragon God, it could be called the sternest father to all those martial souls.

It had once caused numerous soul masters to weaken by thirty percent the moment they engaged Tang Wulin in battle.

It could be considered a choice of the plane, in a sense.

After all, before the era of Tang Wulin, while soul masters with dragon-type martial souls were powerful, they were not numerous.

It was nothing like this era, where nearly half of the genius soul masters had martial souls that were, to some extent, related to the dragon race.

It was, so to speak, the revival of the dragon race within human martial souls.

Unfortunately, Leng Hanyuan was not among them.

He was a phoenix, not a dragon; he was immune to that pressure!

He retracted his martial soul.

The phoenix aura that had been dissipating throughout the room vanished.

Zhen Hua and the others could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

Their foreheads were already covered in dense, glistening beads of sweat.

Was this the terrifying pressure that came from a quasi-god?

Even though it was not directed at them intentionally, the leaked pressure alone was enough to make one feel incredibly palpitated.

"I have a rough idea of Your Excellency's requirements for the battle armor metals."

Zhen Hua said softly.

In his mind, he had already begun to preliminarily list the materials needed for Leng Hanyuan's four-word battle armor.

"Mm." Leng Hanyuan nodded.

In this regard, Zhen Hua, as a Divine Craftsman, certainly had a better understanding.

He was just someone who cultivated his martial soul; what did he know about forging battle armor metals?

Four-word battle armor, huh...

Mu Ye cast a faint glance at Leng Hanyuan.

He was already this powerful without the enhancement of any battle armor.

If he truly possessed a set of four-word battle armor of his own, to what terrifying extent would this man's combat power reach?

Would the title of the number one person on the continent change completely?

Thinking of this, Mu Ye suddenly felt a sense of schadenfreude.

Shrek Academy's momentum had been at its peak these years, relying to a great extent on Yun Ming, the Sky-Propping Douluo who was the number one person on the continent.

If someone could suppress him and snatch away the title of the continent's number one, it would be a blow to the entire Shrek Academy.

Moreover, Leng Hanyuan was from the Spirit Transmission Pagoda, which had always been at odds with Shrek.

Mu Ye was very much looking forward to the expressions of those fellows at Shrek Academy when that time came.

The Body Sect and Shrek Academy had always been at odds, and this had been the case since ten thousand years ago.

As the Sect Master of the Body Sect, Mu Ye did not have much affection for Shrek Academy.

Naturally, he was happy to watch the show.

"Is the Divine Craftsman interested in joining my Phoenix Family?"

Leng Hanyuan suddenly issued an invitation out of the blue.

Zhen Hua was stunned for a moment, though he was not particularly surprised.

Ever since he stepped into the realm of a Divine Craftsman, every famous power on the continent had thrown an olive branch his way.

However, Zhen Hua had never been tempted.

He felt that being the president of the Blacksmith Association was quite good enough.

As the only Divine Craftsman on the continent, his influence was set in stone.

The top powerhouses of the continent treated him as an honored guest; there was no need to join someone else's faction and be suppressed for no reason.

Therefore, Zhen Hua prepared to politely decline Leng Hanyuan's invitation as he always did.

However, before he could speak, he was interrupted by Leng Hanyuan.

"The Divine Craftsman might as well hear my terms before making up his mind."

"Oh?"

"Please, Your Excellency, speak."

Zhen Hua raised an eyebrow.

In truth, he didn't have many expectations.

As the only Divine Craftsman on the continent, there were very few things that could stir his interest.

However, out of courtesy, Zhen Hua still prepared to let Leng Hanyuan state his terms before politely declining.

Yet, the very next sentence from Leng Hanyuan caused the Divine Craftsman's expression to change abruptly, his breathing turning ragged.