Numbers Are the Reason to Be King

Unlike ordinary Soul Spirits that could be absorbed directly, those known as Unyielding Soul Spirits were usually Soul Beasts with strong wills of their own.

Even if these Soul Beasts had not reached the hundred-thousand-year level and developed complete intelligence, they still possessed pride and obsessions far beyond those of ordinary Soul Beasts.

They were unwilling to bow to humans so easily, unwilling to entrust their power to Soul Masters with inferior bloodlines.

Thus, the Soul Spirit contract array created by Electrolux during the era of Douluo Continent II became the ideal choice for contracting these Unyielding Soul Spirits.

The core of this array lay in mutual selection—only when the Soul Master and Soul Spirit acknowledged each other could a true contract be formed.

A forcibly picked melon was never sweet, and nowhere was that truer than in Soul Spirit contracts.

When the array lit up beneath Qi Ji and the Rainbow Dragon, the Rainbow Dragon finally gave Qi Ji a proper look.

Her long dragon body coiled through the air, her seven-colored scales refracting dazzling brilliance in the array's glow. Her dragon head tilted slightly upward, and her magnificent dragon eyes looked down upon the small figure below, her gaze filled with undisguised scrutiny and haughtiness.

With that attitude of looking down on everything, she truly lived up to the pride of a True Dragon.

For an existence like the Rainbow Dragon, if this had been the era of the original third Douluo Continent novel, perhaps only a bloodline on the level of the Golden Silver Dragon King—or Long Yue, who possessed the Mountain Dragon King Martial Soul—could have made her truly lower her head.

Ordinary Soul Masters, even Titled Douluo, might not have been worthy in her eyes.

However... she had very clearly picked the wrong person to be proud in front of.

Qi Ji had not yet reached the rank of Soul Master and could not yet use Martial Soul Possession.

But the instant the Rainbow Dragon's provocative dragon might came crushing down on him, the Martial Soul within Qi Ji seemed to have touched a reverse scale—when the Son of Heaven raged, a million corpses fell.

The Dragon God Crown Prince Martial Soul within him sensed that a low-ranking dragon of the Dragon Clan actually dared release its pressure against him. This was no mere offense; it was outright sacrilege.

The next moment, an enormous seven-colored dragon phantom, larger and more majestic than the Rainbow Dragon, suddenly emerged behind Qi Ji.

The dragon phantom coiled beneath the office ceiling, its dragon eyes seeming to contain the sun, moon, and stars. Its vast dragon might poured forth like an ocean, instantly crushing the Rainbow Dragon's pressure before bearing down like mountains upon everyone present.

Everyone in the room, even Gu Chaosheng and Luo Yuhang, the two Titled Douluo, felt their knees weaken as an irresistible urge to submit rose from the depths of their souls.

Their Martial Souls whimpered and trembled, instinctively wanting to kneel in worship.

Only Tang Wuling merely swayed. Golden and blue light flickered across her body for an instant, helping her suppress that urge, though her face still turned somewhat pale.

And what about the Rainbow Dragon, the one bearing the brunt of the dragon might?

She had already fallen to the ground. Her long dragon body lay completely prostrate, her seven-colored scales stripped of their luster. Even her dragon head was pressed tightly against the floor, not daring to rise in the slightest.

"She submitted that easily?"

Even Qi Ji was somewhat surprised. He had originally thought he would at least need to display some kingly dominance and make a few bold declarations before winning her wholehearted submission.

Instead, his Martial Soul had felt its dignity being challenged and immediately protected its master, flattening her in a single exchange.

From start to finish, he had not even had time to say a single word.

"Becoming my Soul Spirit is your honor." Qi Ji looked down at the Rainbow Dragon prostrate at his feet, his tone calm yet filled with unquestionable confidence. "Am I wrong?"

The Rainbow Dragon's body trembled slightly. Her dragon head remained pressed to the ground. Though she did not speak, that bowed posture itself was the clearest answer.

"Uncle Gu... shall we continue the Soul Spirit contract? It seems she has already submitted."

Qi Ji raised his head and called out, snapping Gu Chaosheng from his daze.

"...Indeed." Gu Chaosheng came back to himself, took a deep breath, and refocused on operating the array beneath his feet.

Yet his heart remained unsettled for a long time—what level of existence was Qi Ji's Martial Soul?

He was merely a level-ten quasi-Soul Master without even a single Soul Ring, yet the dragon might inherent in his Martial Soul alone could suppress both Titled Douluo at once.

What kind of concept was that? It completely overturned everything Gu Chaosheng knew about the Martial Soul system.

Perhaps this was the most powerful Dragon Clan Martial Soul in the history of Douluo Continent, without equal.

At that thought, the lingering unease Gu Chaosheng had felt about going all in vanished completely.

As the saying went, going all in was a kind of wisdom. He felt that today, he had truly grasped its essence.

With the Rainbow Dragon's complete submission, the Soul Spirit contract ritual smoothly entered its final stage.

The array's radiance gradually converged, turning into fine patterns that branded themselves onto Qi Ji's skin before sinking beneath it.

At the same time, a bright purple Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath Qi Ji's feet, circling his body once before finally stabilizing around his ankle.

That was the Soul Ring provided by the three-thousand-year Unyielding Soul Spirit—the Rainbow Dragon.

Although the words "Unyielding" seemed rather comical in today's circumstances, it had to be admitted that a three-thousand-year Unyielding Soul Spirit was extraordinary indeed.

Even when attached in the form of a Soul Spirit, she still directly raised Qi Ji's Soul Power Level by three ranks, bringing him steadily to level fourteen.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Qi Ji had officially become a Soul Master, so he could now use Martial Soul Possession.

With a thought, the seven-colored giant dragon phantom appeared behind him once more, more solid and distinct than before.

His eyes became golden vertical dragon pupils, faint seven-colored light flowing in their depths. Out of nowhere, his entire presence gained an air of majesty.

A denser dragon might once again filled the room, but this time it lacked the previous domineering aggression and caused no discomfort to anyone else.

"Qi Ji, how is it? What is your first soul skill?" Luo Yuhang asked impatiently as he watched Qi Ji slowly open his eyes.

The corner of Qi Ji's mouth lifted slightly into a smug smile.

It was hard to imagine a first soul skill possessing such strength.

"First soul skill—Power of the Dragon, Crimson."

He raised his right hand, palm upward, and red Soul Power rose from it like an ignited flame.

"All attributes increased by two hundred percent," Qi Ji said slowly, feeling the surging power within his body.

"The consumption is not too high. With my current Soul Power, I can probably maintain it for around ten minutes. At the same time, I seem to have awakened the ability to control the fire element."

It was a very simple statement, yet every number had been laid bare.

One had to know that even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, hailed as the number one support-type Martial Soul, could at its peak provide Soul Masters with at most a one-hundred-percent increase to seven attributes.

Yet Qi Ji's first soul skill directly increased all attributes by two hundred percent.

The shorter a soul skill's description was, the more carefully one had to weigh it—just how terrifying was the effect hidden behind such a brief description?