First Soul Ring?

"Headmistress, are you all right?"

Ziyang hurried forward and stood beside Headmistress Yao Shiyu.

"Oh? Another little girl. Quite pretty, too. Shame I'm not interested in little brats."

Two Soul Rings rose beneath the burly man's feet, and two small Soul Spirits appeared. One was an earth-yellow lizard, while the other was an iron-gray lizard. The iron-gray one was noticeably larger.

As the Soul Rings appeared, his body visibly swelled, his muscles becoming even more exaggerated. Combined with the scales emerging over his body and his iron-gray skin, he gave off an exceptionally savage aura.

"Iron Armored Dragon martial soul?" Yao Shiyu could hardly believe it. This martial soul was a subspecies of earth dragon, excelling most at strength and defense.

With her one-ring strength, how could she possibly be his match?

Watching the scene before him, Ziyang roughly guessed who the man was. Guang Long's older brother, Guang Biao, was the captain of the Eastsea City Mecha Brigade. That was why Guang Long could act so recklessly in Eastsea City.

"I'm from the Spirit Pagoda. You can't hurt the headmistress!" Knowing full well that he was no match for him, he tried to intimidate the man with the Spirit Pagoda.

"So what? As long as I don't hurt you, would the Spirit Pagoda really be alerted over something this trivial?" Guang Long's eyes were full of disdain. Why would the Spirit Pagoda concern itself with such a minor matter?

"Ziyang, hurry and leave." Yao Shiyu looked at the boy and urged him to go.

Ziyang clenched his fists. He was not even a Soul Master yet. Even with the advantage of his martial soul, he did not know whether he could win.

"Little Black! Hit him!" The boy could no longer worry about anything else. The headmistress had cared for him more than anyone else—how could he back down now?

"A hero never flees from battle!"

Before his words had even faded, Austin Griffin, curled up by his feet, suddenly raised its head. An eerie glow burst from its vertical pupils.

It let out a low growl, and violet-black Destruction aura suddenly erupted from the gaps between its scales.

"Boom—!"

A scorching breath crashed against Guang Long's chest like a torrent, tearing through his defenses as though they were made of paper.

The burly man staggered back three steps. The clothes across his chest turned to ash, revealing skin burned bright red.

The strange little beast was reflected in his widened eyes, but his lips twisted into a vicious grin. "Interesting. This little soul beast is pretty good. It belongs to me too!"

He did not believe it was a martial soul. Martial souls of this type had not appeared for twenty thousand years. The last one had belonged to someone who could only fart.

Ziyang shot forward like a ghost. At only six years old, he could aim only for the man's knees. A whipping kick, tearing through the air, lashed viciously at the weak point of the joint.

Guang Long let out a muffled grunt and dropped to one knee, only to see the boy's fingers dart forward like venomous snakes, striking directly at his eyes!

"Aah!!!"

Amid his screams, Guang Long wildly swung his fists and forced Ziyang back. His left eye was bloodshot and tightly shut, while savage light flared in his right. The two Soul Rings on his body flashed madly. "You little bastard... I'll skin you alive!"

Little Black suddenly arched its body, every scale standing on end as its purple vertical pupils narrowed into slits. An aura of Destruction rose from within it.

At that moment, a black sedan stopped at the street corner. Inside, two people watched the scene intently.

"My lady, aren't we going to stop them?" Su Haitao, acting as the driver, looked toward the red-haired woman in the back seat, his voice trembling.

"With me here, that child will be fine. This is a good chance to see his martial soul." The woman looked out the window, her red eyes calm as water as they reflected Ziyang's unyielding figure.

Just as she felt it was about time and prepared to intervene,

A sudden change erupted on the field!

Guang Long's bones exploded with crackling sounds like frying beans, while dense silver scale patterns appeared over his iron-gray skin.

His pupils contracted into vertical slits. His swelling muscles tore apart his shirt, his ten fingers transformed into grim claws, and they plowed deep furrows into the ground.

"You little beast! You like playing the hero and saving the beauty, huh?"

Guang Long snatched Yao Shiyu up with one hand, gripping her neck and lifting her into the air as though she were a chick. "Move again, and I'll kill her!"

Ziyang saw the headmistress's face turn crimson from suffocation, and panic flooded his eyes.

"Boom—!"

An explosive roar rang out as a rose-gold halo suddenly emerged behind Ziyang's head, dazzling light mixed with flecks of violet radiance.

The boy's thin body shot out like a cannonball. His right fist carried a heart-palpitating ripple as it smashed fiercely into Guang Long's chest.

"Crack!"

Amid a clear sound of breaking bone, the two-meter-tall brute was actually sent flying off the ground, crashing through a brick wall three meters away.

Yao Shiyu fell to the ground, clutching her chest as she coughed violently. Yet she stared fixedly at the exquisite Soul Ring slowly rotating behind Ziyang's head.

She had never seen such a Soul Ring color before. As its light flowed, it seemed like the most beautiful blessing from heaven.

The red-haired woman in the sedan suddenly sat upright, her fingers tapping the seat freezing in midair. "A mutated-color Soul Ring? How could this child possibly have a mutated-color Soul Ring?"

The normal colors of Soul Rings were white, yellow, purple, black, and red. These were the most basic Soul Ring colors for Soul Masters, passed down for tens of thousands of years, representing ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, and one hundred thousand years respectively.

Until ten thousand years ago, when Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao emerged and created the Soul Spirit system. Soul Spirits with cultivation exceeding two hundred thousand years could possibly form orange-gold Soul Rings, thus creating an entirely new type of Soul Ring.

Rose gold was precisely the color of the sixth Soul Ring that the auspicious beast had sacrificed to Spirit Ice Douluo. Yet it had now appeared on a child.

And that Soul Ring did not seem to be attached to that martial soul.

Cold sweat soaked Su Haitao's back—the Soul Power fluctuations that child had unleashed moments ago had actually made even him, a Three-Ring Soul Elder, feel palpitations!

Is this what a genius is? It's truly enviable, he marveled inwardly.

Guang Long swayed as he climbed out of the rubble, his scales gleaming with a cold sheen beneath the sunlight.

He lowered his head and looked at his body—not even a scratch was present, as though that punch powerful enough to shatter a mountain had been nothing but an illusion.

However, in the next instant—

"Euler Euler Euler—!!"

Ziyang's figure closed in like a ghost, his slender arms becoming a blurry afterimage.

Every punch landed with a sharp crack of shattering bones.

Guang Long's breastbone caved in, his ribs snapped, and his cheekbones shattered—yet those horrifying injuries healed in an instant, leaving only piercing agony that surged through his nerves like a tide.

The red-haired woman's pupils contracted slightly. "This little fellow... his appearance and strength are such a stark contrast!"

In her eyes, he was not a child, but an enraged asura.

His pale fists carried heart-palpitating gusts of wind. Every swing made the air erupt with a strained boom.

Guang Long's massive two-meter-tall body was battered into the air by the storm-like onslaught, trembling in midair like a human-shaped punching bag.

"Euler!!"

The final uppercut smashed brutally into Guang Long's jaw. His head snapped back, and his neck bones let out a teeth-grinding "crack."

"Yare yare."

Ziyang turned and stood still, the rose-gold Soul Ring slowly rotating behind his head, making his small, thin body appear as sacred and untouchable as a deity.

Guang Long crashed heavily to the ground, the agony of every bone in his body being shattered drawing a beastlike howl from his throat.

But what terrified him even more was this.

Those shattered bones were visibly healing back into place at an observable speed.

Guang Long had completely lost the ability to fight, and even the ability to care for himself. He was destined to live out the rest of his life in pain.