Hunting the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King of the Ocean?!

At this moment, the scene was deathly silent.

Only the rustling of wind through the leaves remained.

Di Tian's golden vertical pupils stared fixedly at the orange-red Three-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring beneath Ye Han's feet.

It was as if an invisible hand had clenched around his heart, leaving him speechless for a long while.

Three hundred thousand years!

That was the Ferocious Beast origin of the three-hundred-thousand-year Scarlet King!

An ordinary soul master could spend an entire lifetime and still be considered a peerless genius merely for reaching the threshold of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

Yet this human youth before them had, in only a short while, obtained two hundred-thousand-year rings, one Three-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and three Soul Bones!

Even more terrifying was the aura radiating from him—heavy and vast, carrying the Dragon God's unique supreme pressure.

Any beast-type Martial Soul would find even circulating Soul Power difficult in his presence, naturally suppressed by him.

Even if a human Titled Douluo stood before him,

they would likely be constrained by that bloodline pressure and unable to display their full strength at all.

"This... how long has it even been...?"

Even the poisonous leaves on Myriad Demon King's branches trembled slightly, his voice dry.

The youth had only been a Soul Ancestor moments ago, yet he had become a Soul Emperor in the blink of an eye?

And a Soul Emperor with an absurdly solid foundation, whose combat power far surpassed those of the same rank!

Zi JI and Bi Ji exchanged glances nearby, both seeing deep shock in the other's eyes.

Their cultivation was profound, and their judgment naturally sharp.

How could Ye Han's Soul Power foundation resemble that of someone who had just broken through to Soul Emperor?

The abundance of Soul Power within Ye Han's body now was practically