[Friends, today's two chapters are combined into one, 4,500 words.]
Black, black, black, black, red!
The moment Ye Han revealed his spirit rings, the sky above the entire square seemed to dim for a single instant.
The light blooming from those five spirit rings reflected Ye Han's figure like a god of war descended from the heavens!
He hovered mid-air, his surrounding aura vast and deep like an abyss.
The air was squeezed by the pressure he emitted, letting out a sharp, shrill whistle.
Four blacks and one red!
It was not just the spirit rings, but also an announcement of a five-rank crushing suppression!
In theory, the limit age of the first spirit ring a spirit master could withstand was a little over four hundred years.
Yet Ye Han's first spirit ring actually started directly at the ten-thousand-year level!
His spirit ring configuration had completely exceeded the scope that theoretical systems could explain.
One could even say it smashed the entire cognitive framework of the spirit master world to pieces.
Even more suffocating was that fifth spirit ring.
A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring!
In the world today, the number of spirit masters who possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring could be counted on one's fingers.
Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Pope Bibi Dong, Bo Saixi of Sea God Island, and the two generations of Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Chen and Tang Hao.
These people were all the top powerhouses on Douluo Continent.
And Ye Han, at merely sixteen years old, possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
How could this be described by the mere word genius?
This was simply defying the heavens, a monstrous anomaly!
A true monster!
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
Someone rubbed their eyes, suspecting they were experiencing hallucinations.
*Good heavens! Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings and