The Pinnacle of Human Spirit Masters! Blood and Slaughter, Make Me Boil!

(I was out of it—I stayed up late working overtime and wrote an extra chapter.)

BOOM—!!!

When the first blinding crimson glow rose beneath Qian Jue's feet, the entire world seemed to fall into deathly silence.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

Bzz! Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!

Amid waves of dull humming that made souls tremble, the void seemed unable to bear the terrifying pressure and began to crack under the strain.

That was no ordinary Soul Ring radiance. It was a sea of blood so vivid it seemed tangible!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!

A full nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings, each an eerie, profound red as if forged from endless blood,

like nine crimson suns, forced their way into this world with absolute dominance and unparalleled brutality!

The arrival of nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings froze the space within a hundred li completely solid.

The clouds overhead were instantly torn apart and shredded by the soaring bloody light. The once azure sky was utterly dyed a suffocating crimson.

The air brimmed with an incomparably dense primordial aura. Faintly, it seemed as though countless peerless 100,000-year soul beasts were unleashing earth-shaking roars within the void,

and those roars struck directly at the soul, filling every living being present with fear from the depths of their bloodline.

Every Soul Master's eyes reflected the nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings rising and falling in the air. Crimson light cast their faces pale as paper.

In that instant, every Soul Master's expression underwent a violently distorted transformation.

At first, when the first and second red Soul Rings appeared, their eyes had been blank and utterly bewildered.

For throughout the tens of thousands of years of Douluo Continent's history, a 100,000-Year Soul Ring represented the greatest glory and ultimate power in the world of Soul Masters.

Even a Titled Douluo only needed one 100,000-Year Soul Ring to stand above the masses.

But when the third, fourth... all the way to the ninth red Soul Ring appeared, the confusion in their eyes shattered completely.

In its place came the utter madness and blind obsession born from the collapse of everything they believed!

"This... this is impossible... Absolutely impossible!"

An elderly Soul Douluo's knees gave out.

With a thud, he dropped to the ground. Both hands clawed desperately at his hair, his eyes bulging as if he had witnessed the most absurd sight in the world.

"Nine... nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings? An illusion! This has to be an illusion! How could a human body possibly withstand the immense energy of nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings?!"

Yet the horrifying pressure weighing on their shoulders like a hundred thousand mountains, the unmistakable sensation of their Soul Power coming to a complete standstill and even their Martial Souls whimpering as they tried to retreat into their bodies, ruthlessly shattered their self-deception.

Gradually, the fear and breakdown in these Soul Masters' eyes transformed into almost fanatical blindness.

It was the instinctive submission of mortals after witnessing a "miracle" beyond comprehension and beyond all reason.

They no longer tried to understand. They no longer tried to resist. Before those nine crimson suns,

the cultivation, Martial Souls, and soul skills they took such pride in were nothing but fireflies before the moon, ants before a dragon—laughably insignificant.

Countless Soul Masters seemed to have all their strength drained away, collapsing to the ground in waves. Some even began kowtowing to Qian Jue in midair,

muttering unconsciously, as though begging forgiveness from a god.

At the edge of this battlefield shrouded in bloody light, a figure hidden in the shadows also fell into unprecedented shock and stupor.

It was the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Leader, an Ultimate Douluo standing at the very pinnacle of the Soul Master world.

Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui!

Ye Xishui's peerlessly beautiful face, hidden beneath her hood yet marked by endless vicissitudes and wickedness, was filled with disbelief.

Her eyes, which had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood and long since become as still as an ancient well, stared fixedly at the nine glaring 100,000-Year Soul Rings beneath Qian Jue's feet. Her pupils contracted violently, and even her breathing stopped.

"How could this be..." Ye Xishui's dry lips trembled slightly, her voice carrying a trace of fear that even she failed to notice.

Even she—a woman who had lived for nearly centuries, controlled the entire Holy Spirit Cult, and possessed Twin Martial Souls and the power of ultimate evil—was completely stunned by this sight.

Ye Xishui knew that, in her pursuit of the ultimate power, she had been utterly unscrupulous throughout her life.

Using the Holy Spirit Cult's brutally cruel secret arts, she had sacrificed the blood and souls of countless living beings.

She had even turned herself into a half-human, half-ghost monster, only barely raising her Soul Ring configuration to an incomparably terrifying level.

Yet even with the Holy Spirit Cult's evil secret arts capable of seizing the blessings of heaven and earth and reversing yin and yang, she could never possess nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings!

"An ordinary Soul Master... no, not even a Peerless Douluo could reach this point, regardless of the method or the terrible price paid..."

Ye Xishui screamed wildly in her heart. The cultivation and confidence she had taken such pride in were smashed to pieces before Qian Jue's nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings.

Then she realized something utterly terrifying.

This was likely the difference between gods and mortals.

Ye Xishui closed her eyes bitterly.

She had once believed she stood only half a step away from that legendary realm. Given enough time and enough souls, she could cross that threshold.

But now, Qian Jue had told her in the simplest and most brutal manner what a true, insurmountable gulf was.

No matter how she tried to make up for it, no matter how many more people she killed or souls she devoured, she could never bridge that gulf.

It was like a mountain.

A primordial divine mountain too lofty to climb, piercing the clouds, built from endless blood and despair!

That mountain weighed not only upon Ye Xishui's heart, but upon the souls of everyone present, crushing them until they could barely breathe and could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.

In midair.

Qian Jue floated quietly amid the nine crimson Soul Rings.

The scarlet glow made him resemble an Asura demon god emerging from an ancient hell.

His black hair whipped wildly in the raging currents of Soul Power. In those deep eyes, there was not the slightest pity or warmth—only absolute control over power and indifference toward life.

He looked down at the trembling Soul Masters below, who were like ants.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Qian Jue could clearly hear his own heartbeat. It sounded like war drums beating through his mind.

As the nine 100,000-Year Soul Rings erupted in full force, an unprecedented and terrifying power surged and roared through every limb and bone in his body.

Blood and slaughter set my blood boiling!