Jiang Tieyi vs. Golden Crocodile Douluo

Golden Crocodile Douluo walked slowly.

With every step he took, the ground did not merely crack—it collapsed in whole sections.

Golden scales spread from his neck across his entire body. Sunlight glinted off them with a lava-like sheen. His pupils became vertical slits, and the beastly savagery and killing intent brewing within them were ten times fiercer than Mighty Lion Douluo's had been.

He was not merely furious.

He had watched Mighty Lion Douluo turn to ash with his own eyes. That junior who had served Spirit Hall for forty years had been reduced to nothing, not even bones remaining.

Nine Spirit Rings rose.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

When the light of the ninth Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring bloomed, dozens of warhorses in the allied army's formation three hundred paces away were unable to withstand the pressure. They whinnied miserably and collapsed to their knees. The riders were violently thrown from their saddles, their faces deathly pale and blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

A level ninety-eight Peak Douluo merely standing there was a disaster in itself.

Jiang Tieyi walked up to him and stopped.

He was still chewing something.

"Wait a moment," Jiang Tieyi mumbled, swallowing the last piece of jerky and casually wiping the grease on his pants.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's slit pupils locked tightly onto him. His voice sounded like two pieces of metal grinding together. "Are you making a fool of me?"

"No." Jiang Tieyi patted his belly and burped. "My master said fighting on an empty stomach is bad for your health."

As soon as he finished speaking—

Nine Spirit Rings shot into the sky from beneath his feet.

First ring—black.

Second ring—black.

Third ring—black.

Fourth ring—black.

Fifth ring—black.

Sixth ring—black.

The black radiance of six Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings