Fake Matches in the Capital of Slaughter

Ye Yuan stood amid the golden mist, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"This little pressure won't be enough to probe the limits of the Primordial Bell."

"Clang."

A distant bell chime rang out within Ye Yuan's sea of consciousness.

Although the Primordial Bell had no Soul Rings attached, as his accompanying God-Level Martial Soul, the phantom of the [Primordial Chaos Bell] slowly rotated within Ye Yuan's body, and a grayish-white power of Space-Time Law flowed through his entire body.

The violent energy that had originally been enough to burst a Soul King's body instantly became docile under the suppression of Primal Law, crazily pouring into the position of the Primal Genesis Sword's fifth Soul Ring.

Under the incredulous gazes of Bo Saixi and Sea Dragon Douluo,

a trace of dazzling blood-red suddenly seeped into the ink-black Soul Ring surrounding the Primal Genesis Sword.

Then, like vermilion dropped into water, the blood-red color rapidly spread, dyeing the entire Soul Ring a crystal-clear scarlet!

A hundred thousand years!

Boom!

A powerful shockwave exploded outward from Ye Yuan, making the surrounding trees sway violently.

Black, black, black, black, red!

Five visually striking Soul Rings pulsed rhythmically around the Primal Genesis Sword.

Especially the scarlet Soul Ring in fifth position, which radiated the terrifying pressure of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

"Four ten-thousand-year rings... and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring..."

Bo Saixi stared at the blinding red light, her breathing turning rapid.

She had always believed Tang San was an unparalleled genius, but this monster before her, who had completely shattered the iron laws of the Soul Master world, utterly crushed everything she thought she knew.

"Hahahaha!"

A hearty, aged laugh rang out beneath the shade of the trees.

Qian Daoliu rose to his feet and strolled over to Bo Saixi.