(Second update)
"Gasp..."
When they clearly saw Yang Ming's five Soul Rings—three black, one purple, and one gray—many people rubbed their eyes again and again, thinking they were hallucinating. Yet the scene before them was indisputable, and quite a few people sucked in a breath of cold air.
A Spirit King above Level 50 had already entered the ranks of the backbone of the Spirit Master world.
For many small cities, a Spirit King-level powerhouse was already a pillar capable of guarding an entire region. At an Advanced Soul Master Academy, one could serve as a teacher. Even among the nobility, many nobles were willing to recruit a Spirit King as an honored guest and provide for them generously.
Of course, reaching the Spirit King level also meant one could venture out into the world. Douluo Continent was vast, with many duchies and kingdoms beneath the two great empires. So long as one did not foolishly offend someone they should not offend or wander into the lair of a Soul Beast over eighty thousand years old, there was basically no danger of dying.
After all, although Douluo Continent was enormous, there were not nearly as many Spirit Masters as there would be ten thousand years later. Most Spirit Masters were still below Level 50, so safety was greatly assured.
Back when Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong traveled the world, aside from Grandmaster, who lagged behind, Flender and Liu Erlong had both reached the Spirit King level. Only after undergoing trials and accumulating experience were they able to attain the rank of Soul Saint.
Therefore, Spirit Kings were absolutely not cabbages that could be found everywhere.
Moreover, Yang Ming had successfully advanced to Spirit King before even turning fifteen. That made people secretly apprehensive. With such exceptional talent, perhaps