A Soul King Isn't Enough—What About a Soul Douluo?

At that moment, Hu Liena and the others, who were just about to take the stage, halted after hearing the host's words, their bodies instantly stiffening in place.

The eyes of all seven of them blazed with anger.

"Who is Tang San? I'll kill him!"

Yan let out an angry growl, his fists clenched tightly.

As the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall, who wouldn't treat them with respect? When had anyone ever dared to mock them in public?

"Tang San..."

Although Hu Liena was furious, she had not lost her reason.

Since he dared to mock them publicly, he was either stronger than them or an idiot. Compared to the latter, the former was more likely.

"Come on, get on the stage first."

Hu Liena spoke coldly as she motioned for Yan and the others to join her on the stage.

She refused to believe this person would dare say it but not dare show himself!

"Let's go, Dajin."

In the audience, Qin Feng saw Hu Liena and the others step onto the stage. He stretched lazily and patted Dajin, who was eating candied hawthorn beside him.

"I'm going too?"

Dajin paused mid-bite, raised his head, and looked utterly confused.

His expression seemed to say, If I go up there, can they even survive?

"Of course. If you don't go, I can't beat them."

Qin Feng nodded with a serious expression.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue had a Martial Soul fusion skill! With his current Soul King-level Soul Power, he was still somewhat outmatched against those two.

"Oh, fine."

Dajin nodded helplessly and stuffed the candied hawthorn in his hand into his mouth in one go.

Then, Qin Feng and Dajin headed toward the stage.

On the stage, Hu Liena and the others had already grown impatient from waiting. Their gazes swept back and forth through the audience, searching for Tang San.

"What's going on? Don't tell me he doesn't dare come out?"

Yan curled his lip in disdain.

He had thought the guy was something special. Who knew he was just a filthy rat hiding in the shadows?

"He's here."

At that moment, Hu Liena suddenly spoke, her gaze locking onto the two people walking toward the stage.

"Two people?"

Hu Liena murmured, a strange look flashing through her eyes.

"Hah... Two people? Are they here to die?"

Yan followed Hu Liena's gaze. When he saw there were only two of them, he sneered, the disdain in his eyes growing even stronger.

By then, the people in the audience had also noticed Qin Feng and Dajin. They all widened their eyes in shock.

"They dare talk so big with just two people? Where did he get the nerve?"

"Exactly!"

"Those two don't look very old. They must be desperate to show off."

For a moment, mocking voices rose one after another.

Qin Feng remained unfazed by the ridicule around him. His identity was Tang San right now, so they could curse him however they liked.

Before long, Qin Feng and Dajin stepped onto the stage.

"You're Tang San, right?"

The moment they stepped onto the stage, an arrogant voice rang out.

"That's right."

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the red-haired man before him, answering calmly.

"You're young, but your mouth is pretty big. You actually dared claim you'd utterly crush our Golden Generation!"

Yan stepped out from the crowd and looked at the little boy who was a head shorter than him, his expression wild with arrogance.

"It's the truth."

Qin Feng crossed his arms over his chest and spoke indifferently.

"Arrogant!"

Upon hearing that, Xie Yue and the others could no longer sit still. They came to Yan's side and stared at Qin Feng with hostile expressions.

"Kid, if I don't beat you until you kneel and beg for mercy later, I'll wash my hair upside down!"

Yan was burning with rage. What he hated most were weak people who loved showing off.

He was putting his word on the line today. If he didn't beat this guy until he knelt and begged for mercy, forget washing his hair upside down—even eating shit upside down would be fine by him!

"I hope you keep your word."

Qin Feng smiled slightly and gave him a thumbs-up. He liked confident men.

He just wondered whether Yan would still be so confident after seeing Dajin's Eight Soul Rings.

"Hmph!"

Yan snorted coldly and looked toward the host in midair.

"The match begins!"

Noticing Yan's gaze, the host shouted.

As the host's words fell, a humanoid monster wreathed in flames suddenly appeared behind Yan, while four Soul Rings slowly rose around him.

Hu Liena and the others immediately released their own Martial Souls and Soul Rings as well.

"Kid, are you scared now?"

After doing all that, Yan looked at Qin Feng provocatively.

"Scared? You're the one who should be scared."

Qin Feng smiled calmly as thirteen golden Buddhist beads appeared in his hand.

At the same time, five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

"What? Five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"

Shock flashed through Hu Liena's eyes at the sight.

His first Soul Ring was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

How was that possible?

"What!"

Yan's eyes widened as he saw this, his face full of disbelief.

The greatest pain in life was mocking someone just moments ago, only to discover that you were weaker than them.

"Gasp! Five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"

The instant the five Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings appeared, everyone in the audience gasped sharply.

"No wonder he was so confident! He really has the strength to back it up!"

"To reach Soul King at such a young age, this person will surely have a place among the future Title Douluo."

The earlier mockery vanished, replaced by praise.

"Hmph! So what if you're a Soul King? I refuse to believe you can fight seven of us alone!"

At the center of the stage, Yan snorted coldly. His face had turned livid, but he still stubbornly refused to back down.

They had fought Soul Kings before. Hadn't those Soul Kings still fallen to the seven of them?

"Is that so?"

Qin Feng smiled slightly and looked at Dajin beside him.

Noticing Qin Feng's gaze, Dajin immediately understood.

"Who said there's only one Soul King?"

Dajin roared as a massive dark-gold bear suddenly appeared behind him.

At the same time, Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet one after another.

"Could there be another Soul King?"

Hearing Dajin's words, everyone present held their breath. Even Yan was no exception, his eyes fixed on the Soul Rings slowly rising around Dajin.

"One... two... five... eight!"

As he watched, Yan's expression changed from disdain to shock.

"This... this is impossible!"

Yan shook his head, muttering endlessly.

"Gasp! A Soul Douluo!"

Hu Liena drew in a sharp breath, her expression turning ugly.

She had considered the possibility that this person, like Tang San, was also a Soul King. But she had never imagined that he was actually an eight-ringed Soul Douluo!

Yet he looked about the same age as them. How could he have cultivated to the realm of Soul Douluo? Could this be an illusion?

"Don't believe him. It's fake!"

After thinking it through, Hu Liena shouted.

"Right, fake! It's fake!"

Hearing Hu Liena's words, Yan snapped awake as if from a dream. That was what he thought—how could anyone possibly cultivate to the realm of Soul Douluo while still in their teens?