"Oh my god, this Angel Excellency has a Soul Ring Configuration of eight black rings and one red ring!"
"Angel Excellency!"
"Angel Excellency!"
But the spectators were still utterly stunned by Qian Daoliu's terrifying Soul Ring Configuration and the sacred aura of his Angel Martial Soul. They screamed his name over and over.
Across from Qian Daoliu, Du Busi of the Body Sect and Xuan Zi of Shrek were equally shocked by his Soul Ring Configuration. They could understand the ninth Soul Ring being a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, but they had never seen someone with a Soul Ring of over ten thousand years as their first. The sight immediately weighed heavily on them.
But both men were Super Douluo at level 98, and they quickly steadied themselves. They exchanged a knowing glance, reached an unspoken agreement, and released their respective Martial Souls.
Xuan Zi was the first to release his Godly Taotie Bull Martial Soul. A colossal beastly apparition appeared with a sheep's body, a beast's head, and enormous, fearsome horns. Its mane stood on end, its fangs bared, as nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—lit up in response. A weighty beastly force swirled around them.
Du Busi, meanwhile, was engulfed in surging purple light as he activated his Body Martial Soul—his own body. His frame instantly tensed and grew larger, while nine Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red—rose amid a bone-corroding miasma of poison. Their auras resonated. Beast and poison, they fixed on Qian Daoliu, their fighting spirit instantly at its peak.
Qian Daoliu wasn't particularly surprised to see that Xuan Zi's ninth Soul Ring was red. After all, Xuan Zi was a Super Douluo at level 98. It would have been strange if he didn't have a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
What truly startled Qian Daoliu was that Du Busi's seventh, eighth, and ninth Soul Rings were all red.
"This Du Busi has not only an unusual Martial Soul, but also such an extraordinary Soul Ring Configuration. It looks like I'll have to take him seriously!"
The spectators had just been lamenting Qian Daoliu's sudden appearance for ruining their viewing experience. But now, as two Super Douluo at level 98 prepared to fight a man who seemed to be a Limit Douluo at level 99—
Everyone forgot to breathe. They stared at the field, holding their breath, their eyes filled with shock and fervor. Not one dared even to gasp.
What was the All-Continent Soul Master Tournament? Child's play!
A Super Douluo fighting a Limit Douluo—that was a battle ordinary people might never see in their entire lives!
Of course, aside from Xuan Zi, Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong'er, and Du Busi, everyone else sensibly released their Martial Souls and hurried away from the battlefield, leaving it to Qian Daoliu and the others.
Qian Daoliu didn't stop them. Instead, he searched through the crowd, looking for any Fallen ones he might have missed.
Unfortunately, the Titled Douluo-level Fallen ones in the crowd had already fled frantically the moment Ma Xiaotao was reduced to ashes. In the end, Qian Daoliu found no one else.
His search hadn't been entirely fruitless, though. Among those leaving, he spotted someone with the same Angel Martial Soul as his own. For some reason, Qian Daoliu felt an inexplicable closeness to her.
"An Angel Martial Soul from ten thousand years in the future? Why do I feel so close to her? And how did her Angel Martial Soul regress to this extent?" Qian Daoliu furrowed his brow, but had no time to dwell on it. He had to focus entirely on facing the two Peak Douluo, both Super Douluo at level 98, before him.
"Elder Xuan! Kill this Angel Soul Master! Avenge Sister Xiao Ya and Sister Xiao Tao!" Behind Xuan Zi, Huo Yuhao, whom Xuan Zi was protecting with all his might, screamed at him in a furious roar.
"Elder Xuan! Kill this Angel Soul Master! Avenge Sister Xiao Ya and Sister Xiao Tao!"
At that moment, Huo Yuhao wasn't the only one yapping furiously at Qian Daoliu. Beibei and the others from the Tang Sect and Shrek were doing the same.
Qian Daoliu paid them no heed. Holding his breath, he quietly spread his divine-level spiritual power and swept his gaze across the arena, making every possible preparation for the battle ahead.
He noticed a senior military officer in formal attire standing on the arena's VIP platform, giving orders in a low voice. "Form ranks! Activate the linked Soul Tool shield and protect His Majesty with the strongest defense while he withdraws!"
Qian Daoliu guessed that the person under their protection was the current emperor of this country. The emperor seemed to have trouble walking, and behind him stood a radiant young woman dressed in orange.
There was also an elderly Titled Douluo in a yellow robe and a sharp-looking middle-aged man in brocade. Their Soul Power auras weren't particularly strong, yet they gave off an eerie, dangerous feeling that made Qian Daoliu's heart tighten.
Qian Daoliu saw the two men light up objects resembling Soul Tools at once. Strange protective shields formed before them: the old man's shimmered with an ancient yellow light, while the middle-aged man's glowed dark purple. The shields overlapped and held firm before the emperor, forming a double layer of protection with the linked Soul Tool shield on the outside.
Qian Daoliu had assumed the crippled emperor would withdraw at once under the protection of his Soul Master army. But the emperor merely glanced at the old man beside him. After the old man nodded, he ordered his guards to form a defensive position where they stood, then calmly began watching Qian Daoliu fight Du Busi and Xuan Zi.
"How decisive! No wonder he's the emperor of a nation."
"Does he really trust that frail old Titled Douluo beside him so completely?"
Qian Daoliu couldn't help sizing up the old man in yellow, whose presence had made him uneasy.
The old man seemed to notice Qian Daoliu watching him. He raised his head and met Qian Daoliu's gaze directly.
Qian Daoliu tried to probe the old man with his spiritual power, but a strange ripple of light around him blocked it.
Qian Daoliu couldn't help marveling to himself. "What a formidable spiritual barrier! Is this some strange Soul Skill from ten thousand years in the future?"
Qian Daoliu then noticed that the Soul Master army surrounding them seemed intent only on protecting the emperor. They had no intention of interfering in his battle with Du Busi and Xuan Zi.
So Qian Daoliu paid the imperial Soul Master army no further attention and focused instead on preparing to face Du Busi and Xuan Zi.
Just as Qian Daoliu was about to fight in earnest, another change came over the situation. A figure radiating evil aura and another, dark dragon-shaped figure suddenly attacked from the shadows. "Long Xiaoyao, are you going to forget your promise to me?"
"Ye Xishui, why are you here? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't you know that this Angel Douluo Excellency's power completely suppresses your Martial Soul?"
"And what about you? Isn't your Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul suppressed by him too?"
The two moved as swiftly as lightning. Their auras were concealed, but their killing intent was sharp—they had clearly come for Qian Daoliu. Yet they stopped not far from Huo Yuhao, as if trying to prevent Qian Daoliu from killing him. Qian Daoliu furrowed his brow, having sensed the terrifying cultivation of the two newcomers.
"Two more Peerless Douluo at level 99? Kid, you're blessed with some truly incredible luck!"
Qian Daoliu's expression was solemn, and the Angel Divine Light around him glimmered faintly. He was clearly ready to face all four powerful opponents.
When Xuan Zi first saw two more Limit Douluo arrive to protect Huo Yuhao, he thought help had come.
But when Xuan Zi saw who the two were—"Ye Xishui of the Holy Spirit Cult, and Long Xiaoyao."
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