I Can't See, I Can't See! Hahahaha [Revised]

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and the other girls appearing had already left everyone dumbfounded.

Yet the moment Luo Jiuyou appeared, all those shocks instantly became insignificant.

Everyone was rubbing their eyes and digging at their ears.

Six years old, level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster.

Six years old, level thirty-four Soul Elder.

And there was even a six-year-old level forty-nine Soul Ancestor!

"What is that red Soul Ring?!"

"That's a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as the first ring?! What kind of concept is that?!"

"And what kind of Soul Ring is the golden one?! I've never seen that color before!"

Countless gazes were nailed to the white-haired figure on the stage.

In the gap between deathly silence and uproar, laughter suddenly came from a corner of the stands.

"Ha... hahaha... hahahahaha..."

"Six years old... level forty-nine... Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... hahahahaha..."

"I cultivated for thirty-four years! Thirty-four years! From level three to level twenty-nine."

"His first ring was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?! Hahahahaha—"

"I can't see it!! I can't see it!!"

"Am I trash?! Hahahaha, I'm trash!!"

The laughter was especially piercing in the quiet Soul Fighting Arena, like the howls of someone whose pride had been shattered by reality as they teetered on the edge of collapse.

No one laughed at him.

A female Soul Master in her forties beside him covered her face with both hands, her shoulders trembling as tears seeped through her fingers.

It had taken her twenty-two years of cultivation to reach level forty-one, and she had happily drunk through the entire night that day.

But looking at the white-haired, red-eyed boy on the stage now, those memories had all turned into knives.

The level forty-one she had traded twenty-two years for was being trampled beneath the feet of a six-year-old child.

Another elderly Soul Master lowered his head and repeated, "Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... first ring... Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... first ring..."

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Those were things even Titled Douluo might not possess.

There were only a handful of Titled Douluo on the entire continent who possessed Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

And a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was equivalent to a level ninety-five human Titled Douluo.

Hunting one required the deployment of multiple Titled Douluo for even a chance at success.

Even Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall, did not possess a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Yet this six-year-old child on the stage

had two.

And they were his first and second Soul Rings.

That meant he had endured the impact of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings twice.

That meant he had already reached a place countless people could never touch in their entire lives.

The high-level Soul Masters had all gone pale.

More than anyone, they understood that this was not merely a difference in age.

It was a qualitative transformation, an elevation in the level of life itself—something they might not obtain even after exhausting their entire lives.

"Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... six years old..."

"Level forty-nine... six years old... level forty-nine..."

Only one thought remained in everyone's minds: madness.

Tang Chen stared at the boy below and muttered twice:

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings..."

Then he suddenly turned toward Qian Daoliu, his voice abruptly rising.

"Old Qian!!"

Qian Daoliu slowly set down his teacup and looked up at him.

"What's going on?! Tell me, what exactly is going on?!"

Tang Chen's fingers were trembling as he pointed at the stage.

"His first Soul Ring is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?! His second Soul Ring is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?! What the hell is that golden thing?! Explain it to me clearly!"

The corners of Qian Daoliu's lips lifted slightly. "Brother Tang, didn't you say you wanted to see the finest disciples of our Spirit Hall?"

"I!!"

Tang Chen was left speechless.

He had indeed said that, but he had never expected the so-called "finest" to be this absurd.

He had originally thought there would at most be a few Soul Kings in their twenties, perhaps a Soul Emperor at the absolute most.

But this one before him—

six years old, level forty-nine, with Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings as his first and second rings.

What kind of joke was this?!

Forget this absurd freak before him.

Even your granddaughter was ridiculously absurd, wasn't she?

A six-year-old level thirty-four Soul Elder!

What kind of joke was that?

I know your Six-Winged Angel martial soul has innate level twenty Soul Power.

But it couldn't possibly be this outrageous.

Why could she reach level thirty-four at six years old?

And there were also two six-year-old level twenty-six Soul Grandmasters!

Now there was even a six-year-old level forty-nine Soul Ancestor!!

Tang Chen took a deep breath, his eyes trembling. "Old Qian... where did this child come from?"

"Luo Jiuyou, my son Qian Xunji's fourth disciple. His martial soul is the Asura Demon Sword, and he is a level forty-nine Strong Attack Soul Ancestor."

"That's not what I'm asking!"

Tang Chen slapped the armrest. "I'm asking about those Soul Rings! Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings! His first and second rings! Do you know what that means?!"

Qian Daoliu lifted his teacup and took another sip without answering.

That calm, composed demeanor drove Tang Chen even crazier than any answer could have.

At the same time, it made Qian Daoliu feel immensely satisfied.

Tang Chen's gaze returned to the golden Soul Ring.

Yellow, purple, black, red—he recognized every one of those colors.

But he had never seen that golden Soul Ring in any ancient text or record.

When its light fell, he could even sense an extremely faint pressure.

It did not come from Luo Jiuyou himself, but from that Soul Ring.

What was it?

"Old Qian,"

Tang Chen stared at him intently. "That golden one... what age is it exactly?"

Qian Daoliu raised his teacup again and did not answer.

He was also considering how to explain it to this old fellow.

Should he tell him, A Million-Year Soul Beast happened to sacrifice itself to my disciple's grandson?

Tang Chen's breathing grew heavier.

He had lived for so many years, yet at this moment, he felt as though he were facing a puzzle he could not comprehend at all.

When had Spirit Hall produced such a monster? Why did he know absolutely nothing about him?

He turned toward the white-haired figure on the Soul Fighting Stage, and an unprecedented emotion appeared in his eyes.

He could not see through this child.

On the Soul Fighting Stage, Tang Hao's expression had completely frozen.

Level forty-nine.

Those three words crashed into his mind.

He was nineteen years old and a level fifty-four Soul King. The entire Clear Sky Sect called him an unrivaled genius rarely seen in a century.

Yet the one before him was six years old, level forty-nine, only five levels away from catching up to him.

Thirteen years.

It had taken him thirteen years to reach level fifty-four.

The other party had only just awakened his martial soul.

He recalled the high spirits he had felt when he broke through to Soul Elder at eleven, when the entire sect had held a three-day banquet for him.

Yet this white-haired boy before him was already level forty-nine at six years old.

A nineteen-year-old Soul King and a six-year-old Soul Ancestor—

it was so absurd that it seemed like a joke.

His fifth Soul Ring was ten thousand years old.

The other party's first and second rings were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Tang Hao did not dare think any further.

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... level forty-nine... and he's only six."

Tai Tan clenched his fists, wanting to say something but swallowing the words back down.

Bai He's lips moved, but in the end, he only cursed, "...Fuck."

It was quiet, but the helplessness in his tone was more real than any long speech could have been.

Throughout the stands of the entire Soul Fighting Arena, the expressions of thousands of Soul Masters were almost identical.

Disbelief.

Confusion.

Questioning their lives.

They stared blankly at the white-haired, red-eyed boy on the stage, with only one thought in their minds:

So Spirit Hall's most monstrous genius had not even taken the stage until now.

Tang Chen's lips moved, but in the end, he only dryly uttered one sentence.

"...Old Qian, you hid him well."

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"Brother Tang, you didn't act like this when you brought your grandson to Spirit Hall to show off."

Tang Chen opened his mouth, only to find himself unable to offer even a single rebuttal.

He had indeed brought Tang Hao to Spirit Hall with the intention of showing him off.

He had wanted Qian Daoliu to see with his own eyes what kind of genius the Clear Sky Sect had produced in this generation, and wanted everyone in Spirit Hall to witness that the Clear Sky Hammer had a worthy successor.

He had even planned it all out: after Tang Hao swept through Spirit Hall's younger generation, he would modestly say a few things such as, "The child is still young; please guide him more in the future."

But at this moment, all those plans had shattered.

They had shattered completely, without even a trace left behind.

The grandson he took pride in, a nineteen-year-old level fifty-four Soul King, was an unparalleled genius in any force on the continent.

Yet standing opposite him was a six-year-old level forty-nine Soul Ancestor, whose first and second Soul Rings were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Those two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings alone already surpassed everything Tang Hao could accumulate in a lifetime.

Tang Chen took a deep breath, forcibly steadying his emotions before sitting back down.

Yet his hand was still trembling slightly.

He had lived for so many years and seen every kind of storm, but never before had a six-year-old child shocked him into such a loss of composure.

On the Soul Fighting Stage, Tang Hao was still standing there.

It took him a long time to steady his breathing again.

Level forty-nine.

Those three words repeatedly crashed through his mind.

He raised his eyes and, for the first time, seriously examined the white-haired boy opposite him.

Luo Jiuyou stood in front of the six little girls, a blood-colored greatsword strapped to his back, four Soul Rings slowly pulsing beneath his feet.

That face was so young it was almost unbelievable, but those red eyes made Tang Hao's back feel faintly cold.

"Grandfather..."

Tang Chen did not respond immediately.

Looking at his grandson's current state, he immediately understood what he was thinking.

"Hao'er,"

"If you do not wish to fight, we can admit defeat."

The moment those words were spoken, low murmurs rose around the Soul Fighting Arena.

The Clear Sky Sect's Supreme Elder, a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, had personally uttered the words "admit defeat."

Though he had only said it to Tang Hao, though his tone carried concern for his grandson, those words landed in everyone's ears with a weight like something crashing onto the floor.

Tang Hao's body stiffened. He slowly turned around and looked up at Tang Chen on the high platform. "...Grandfather, what did you say?"

"I said,"

Tang Chen's expression did not change, and his tone remained steady. "If you feel you have no chance of winning, we can admit defeat."

He said it calmly.

Having lived for so many years, he had long since taken victory and defeat lightly. What he truly could not let go of was his grandson's confidence.

If this battle shattered his fighting spirit, Tang Hao would have to take many more detours if he wanted to climb the heights in the future.

A strong person's will was more important than Soul Power Level.

Although his opponent was only a level 49 Soul Ancestor.

His soul ring configuration was simply too outrageous.

A 9,999-year soul ring was completely different from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. Even a difference of a single year had already begun to produce a qualitative change.

Let alone a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

He possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring himself, so he naturally knew the power it contained.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was guaranteed to drop a Soul Bone. Whether it was the soul ring or the Soul Bone,

both would possess two soul skills.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would also have a domain.

His grandson had absolutely no chance against a Hundred-Thousand-Year soul skill.

Even if he were in Tang Hao's current position,

he would have avoided its edge.

This kid was far too outrageous.

Tang Hao remained silent for a long time.

He turned back around and looked at the white-haired youth opposite him, his gaze passing over Luo Jiuyou's soul rings one by one.

Red, red, gold, black.

He suddenly recalled his own soul ring configuration at level fifty-four: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

His fifth ring was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, already a top-tier configuration among his peers, enough to amaze people anywhere.

But compared with those four soul rings across from him,

it was like comparing the brightness of a firefly to the sun.

Tang Hao's lips twitched into an almost imperceptible curve. It was impossible to tell whether he was mocking himself or smiling bitterly.

"...No."

"I won't admit defeat."

Tang Chen's brow twitched slightly.

Tang Hao took the Clear Sky Hammer off his shoulder and gripped its handle with both hands. Soul Power slowly flowed into it, and the dark golden patterns on the hammer began to light up.

"Even if his soul rings are stronger than mine, even if he has more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings than I do, even if he's only six years old and already level forty-nine—"

Tang Hao's voice grew steadier and deeper.

"I still have to fight."

"If I don't even dare to make a move, then I've truly lost."

Yang Wudi stood behind him, his gaze shifting as he quietly said, "This is the Tang Hao I know."

Tai Tan said nothing, but his clenched fists slowly loosened.

Bai He tugged at the corner of his mouth, as though he wanted to smile but could not.

Niu Gao scratched the back of his head and muttered, "...Then fight."

The four of them did not say much, but the way they stood behind Tang Hao had unknowingly changed.

Even if they could not win, they still had to fight.

Losing was not shameful. Cowardice was.

Tang Hao raised his head and looked straight at Luo Jiuyou.

"Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao, level fifty-four Assault-Type Battle Soul King. Please enlighten me."

The spirit fighting arena fell silent for a moment.

Luo Jiuyou raised his right hand, gripping the Asura Demon Sword and pointing it directly at his opponent.

"Spirit Hall, Luo Jiuyou."

"Level forty-nine Assault-Type Battle Soul Ancestor."

Upon hearing Luo Jiuyou's outrageous level once more, every Soul Master in the spirit fighting arena swallowed hard.