Are Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings Sold Wholesale?

Chu Zisheng did not answer. He could not even be bothered to glance at the Chrysanthemum Douluo.

His senses were terrifyingly sharp. He could already feel several dreadful high-level soul beast auras being drawn closer by the commotion.

Every one of them belonged to a soul beast overlord at least a hundred thousand years old!

If he had been bored at another time, he might have quietly waited for them to come and enjoyed a satisfying battle.

But now...

At that thought.

Chu Zisheng no longer concealed his aura.

He raised his foot and stepped into the empty air before him.

"Buzz—"

A soul ring suddenly lit up beneath his feet!

Red.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

He took another step.

Another red soul ring lit up.

A third step, a fourth, a fifth...

He walked through the air toward Bibi Dong. With every step, the suppression of the surrounding domain increased exponentially and madly, while another blood-red soul ring appeared beneath his feet!

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red!

Seven!

Seven Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!!!

Others found it as difficult as ascending to the heavens just to obtain one Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, yet this man had seven of them!

And...

Bibi Dong's eyes trembled as she stared at Chu Zisheng in utter horror.

She truly found it difficult to connect this person's youthful appearance with the terrifying strength he possessed.

At that moment, Chu Zisheng took another step.

The eighth red soul ring appeared.

Another one!!!

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at those soul rings, her heart pounding wildly as disbelief filled her.

Were his Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings sold wholesale!?

No, that was not right...

Chu Zisheng took his final step and arrived in the air directly before Bibi Dong.

The ninth soul ring lit up!

It was crimson like blood, with faint holy patterns of light flowing along its surface. Within them seemed to hide a barely visible strand of reddish-gold radiance.

It was still a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!!!

Nine red soul rings slowly revolved beneath his feet like nine blood-colored suns, making that figure appear to stand between heaven and earth.

Now that he no longer concealed his aura, the pressure he radiated was countless times more terrifying than before.

Bibi Dong and the others felt as though a mountain were pressing down on their chests, making even breathing extraordinarily difficult.

Nine soul rings!

Every single one was over a hundred thousand years old!

"How... how is this possible..."

The two Title Douluo muttered despairingly, their eyes full of disbelief.

Who could possibly have every soul ring be more than a hundred thousand years old?

A terrifying conjecture rose in Bibi Dong and the others' hearts at the same time.

Was this even a human... or was he... a god!?

Perhaps only a god could accomplish such a thing!

Yue Guan was already dumbfounded, his mouth unconsciously hanging open in a huge O. The other two Title Douluo were the same, their eyes wide as their minds crashed, as if they had lost the ability to think.

Meanwhile, the terrifying aura surrounding Chu Zisheng slowly spread outward.

The first two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts to arrive, each enormous as a small mountain, now reacted like mice encountering a cat. A trembling terror from the depths of their souls spread through their bodies, and their fur instantly stood on end.

It was difficult to imagine that such a terrifying human existence had been lurking in the area where they resided every day.

Even more frighteningly, they had not detected even the slightest trace of his aura before this.

If this terrifying being had truly wanted to attack them and ambush them, they would likely have long since died without even knowing how.

The two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast overlords exchanged a glance. Each saw the shock in the other's beastly eyes, and after some thought, they silently retreated.

Otherwise, if they fought, they could easily end up mutually wounded and merely benefit other high-level soul beasts for nothing.

The soul beasts that could survive in this core region.

None of them were fools. Nearly all of them shared that same thought.

For a time.

Many high-level soul beasts surged in like a tide, then silently receded like a tide.

The entire area fell into an eerie dead silence.

Only those nine crimson lights illuminated the starry night, dyeing more than half the sky blood-red.

Seeing that Chu Zisheng did not seem to intend to kill them, Yue Guan's mind raced. Almost instantly, he put on an apologetic smile.

"Esteemed... sir... we are from Spirit Hall..."

He opened his mouth, only to discover in horror that although he was clearly still speaking, not a single sound came out, as though someone had grabbed him by the throat.

Then, the red light filling the world before him grew increasingly intense. In what seemed like an instant, he could no longer see anything at all.

With a thud.

His entire body fell straight from the air. Before losing consciousness, the last image remaining in his eyes was Chu Zisheng slowly reaching out amid the boundless bloody light, seemingly about to pinch Bibi Dong's chin...

"Your... Highness..."

His voice came in broken fragments. Before he could finish, he completely passed out.

The other two Title Douluo were the same. They simultaneously groaned, tilted their heads, and fell unconscious.

In an instant.

Bibi Dong was the only one left awake.

She clenched her pearly teeth, trying not to lower her head. Her beautiful eyes were wide as she glared furiously at Chu Zisheng.

She did not understand why he had left only her awake...

Under Chu Zisheng's subtle gaze...

Bibi Dong's cheeks burned. The slap had left five clear finger marks on her smooth, snow-white left cheek, and it still stung fiercely.

Yet compared with the pain, what she found even harder to bear was the immense humiliation.

No one had ever slapped her in her life.

Ever since that secret chamber, she had never suffered such humiliation.

"There is... something strange about you..."

Chu Zisheng looked her up and down with interest. His gaze was intensely invasive, making Bibi Dong feel as though he had seen through her inside and out.

Yet she could not move at all.

Even Title Douluo were no match for him, let alone a Soul Douluo like her.

She could only allow herself to be humiliated.

But the pride in her bones made her unwilling to bow her head and beg for mercy. She merely glared at Chu Zisheng, carrying the tragic resolve of someone who would rather die than submit.

"I am very interested in you..."

Chu Zisheng smiled faintly, as though chatting with an old friend. He slowly turned around and said lazily.

"Tell me about your circumstances."

After speaking, he simply stood there with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for her to speak.

Bibi Dong did not answer.

Run?

There was absolutely no way she could escape.

But begging for mercy... she could not do that either.

And besides... what did he mean by being very interested in her!?

She stared at his back.

He seemed not to care about her at all. He was completely defenseless, without even a trace of soul power protecting his body!

A perfect opportunity!

Her soul power was still suppressed, and she could not move her body at all.

Anyone else, under such suppression and facing such an immense gap in strength, could only obediently wait for death or cast aside their dignity and beg for mercy.

But she was not anyone else.

She was Bibi Dong!

Spirit Hall's current Holy Maiden!!

Bibi Dong's violet eyes trembled slightly, and the unique mark of the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor appeared upon her smooth forehead.

The Twin Martial Souls within her body—the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor—resonated and surged with two strains of martial soul power from the same origin.

Normally, they could almost never be unleashed at the same time. But now, as though sensing their master's desperate situation, they violently trembled within her.

Soul power surged.

Under that chilling pressure, she actually briefly regained control of her body.

But it was not enough, still not enough!!!

An overwhelming hatred suddenly surged from the depths of her heart.

She could not die here.

Qian Xunji was not dead yet.

That beast was still sitting comfortably in the position of Pope.

If she died here, who would avenge her great hatred?

At that thought, the resentment in her heart grew even stronger.

And at that very instant.

Deep within her soul, an extremely faint and cold power seemed to be lightly stirred.

That was... the mark of the Rakshasa God.

This aura was sinister, venomous, and filled with resentment. It also seemed to contain an unreasonable divine power.

She did not know what it was.

She only knew...

Her body seemed... able to move!!!

Dark green poisonous light erupted from her body as all eight soul rings lit up at once!

Like an arrow released from a bowstring, she shot toward Chu Zisheng!

Her hand formed into a claw, striking directly at his back.

This was an attack in which she wagered everything. Her Twin Martial Souls shook madly within her body, while a dark black Rakshasa Mark slowly emerged between her brows.

This attack was enough to tear through a Title Douluo's protective soul power!

Let alone when he had no soul power protecting his body!

This was... the price of arrogance!!!