The ninth Soul Ring stabilized within Meng Chen, and his Soul Power surged.
It was more than an increase in quantity. His power had undergone a qualitative leap.
It was as though a river had suddenly found its bed twice as deep as before, while its waters had grown denser.
Perhaps that was why the gap between Titled Douluo grew so vast with every level, especially after level ninety-five.
Meng Chen gave the question no more thought. He opened his eyes. The polar wind howled around him but could not harm him, because Ye Xishui was protecting him.
Beside Ye Xishui, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, and Xiao Wu watched him anxiously until he opened his eyes and rose to his feet.
"Meng Chen!"
With cries of surprise, the women flocked to his side like swallows returning to their nest.
"You did it! You really succeeded!"
Their eyes shone.
The youngest Titled Douluo!
Ye Xishui did not join them. She stood apart, her long hair blowing in the cold wind, solitary and untouched by the world.
Meng Chen looked at the women surrounding him and was about to speak when a light suddenly appeared before him.
It emerged without warning, first as a line, then unfurled into a screen of light. The screen separated into nine panels.
Each panel was a neat rectangle with dark purple lightning patterns on its back.
Once fully formed, the panels stopped before Meng Chen, and dark golden words slowly appeared across them.
"What is that?!"
Ning Rongrong cried out.
The other girls looked just as startled.
Was this one of Meng Chen's Soul Skills? Or had something about him mutated?
While the girls stared in surprise, Meng Chen finished reading the first panel.
Damn. Destruction's Nine Trials!
Meng Chen froze.
Thinking he might