Shocking the Entire Crowd

Dugu Bo and his granddaughter Dugu Yan first made a trip to the Soul Fighting Arena.

When they did not find anyone there,

they asked at the front desk and learned that Feng Yang and several girls had left with Ye Lingling.

Although Heaven Dou City was enormous and had countless contestants,

they were quite familiar with Heaven Dou Royal Academy's ace team.

Their performance outside was indeed nothing special.

But within the Soul Fighting Arena, their win rate could reach as high as 99 percent.

"Yanyan, where do you think they went?"

"Could they have gone home with Ye Lingling?" Dugu Yan guessed.

"Your grandfather happens to be free today. Let's go take a look," Dugu Bo said.

"Alright, thank you, Grandpa."

The two headed toward Ye Lingling's castle.

Meanwhile.

Outside the castle.

A chilling, murderous aura hung in the air!

Osler had arrived with his father.

"Dad, Feng Yang followed Ye Lingling here." Osler pointed at the castle before them and shouted resentfully.

Clearly,

the other members of the Imperial Dou Team had also seen Feng Yang appear at the Heaven Dou Soul Fighting Arena.

Osler had immediately brought his father, Ao Si Yan, over.

Ao Si Yan stroked his beard and looked at the servants beneath the castle.

"Get inside and tell your master to come out!"

Under that imposing pressure,

the servants did not dare delay in the slightest and hurried inside to report it.

Having sensed the murderous aura long ago, Feng Yang came down from the second floor.

"Looks like someone has come looking for us," Feng Yang said.

Ye Lingling looked at him.

"Master, almost everyone knows that my Ye Family Castle belongs to the royal family. So even without heavily armed guards, no one would dare come here. Who could it be?"

Feng Yang chuckled. He had already guessed.

"I imagine one of your teammates brought an elder here to get revenge on me."

"..."

Ye Lingling paused.

Her beautiful face could not help but reveal her concern for Feng Yang.

"That really is possible."

The other girls on the stairs came down as well.

They had clearly sensed that something outside was unusual.

"Wait, Master, why would they come looking for revenge on you?" Xiao Wu asked.

"Did something happen?" Meng Yiran said.

"Do you even need to ask? Master must have gone and done something behind our backs again," Ning Rongrong said.

"Come outside with me and take a look," Feng Yang said.

Feng Yang led the girls outside.

Just then, they saw a servant hurrying in.

"Young Miss, your teammate Osler has brought someone here. That person seems to be his father."

"I understand," Ye Lingling said.

Then,

she looked at Feng Yang.

"Master, Osler's father, Ao Si Yan, is a level 77 Soul Saint. His martial soul is also the Ghost Leopard, just like Osler's."

"Heh. If it weren't a Ghost Leopard, Osler wouldn't be his biological son," Feng Yang said with a smile.

"Hahaha!"

The girls all laughed.

"Master, you still have the mood to joke at a time like this?"

"Exactly! Master, you don't seem to have reached level 70 yet, right?"

"I think we should just use the Blue Flame Ball and run."

"..."

Outside, the atmosphere was murderous.

Inside, it was filled with laughter.

Ye Lingling had never expected things to turn out like this.

"We should at least meet them before deciding whether to run, shouldn't we?" Feng Yang said with a smile.

He headed outside.

In fact,

from beyond the estate, they could already see Feng Yang laughing and chatting away.

That only made Osler even more displeased.

He immediately pointed over.

"Father, that person is Feng Yang. He's still laughing over there. He clearly doesn't hold you or the Osler Family in any regard."

"Hmph." Ao Si Yan snorted coldly. "A mere brat dares to be so arrogant!"

As the estate gates opened,

Feng Yang stood facing them.

There were not many people.

Aside from Osler and Ao Si Yan, there were only six clan members behind them, along with a carriage.

As they faced each other,

"Boy, were you the one who made my son kneel and slap himself?" Ao Si Yan asked.

"..."

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others suddenly had the urge to laugh upon hearing that.

Master was so bad.

He had actually done something like that.

"Yes. What about it?" Feng Yang remained perfectly calm.

From what Ye Lingling had said earlier,

Ao Si Yan was basically the strongest member of the Osler Family.

A level 77 Soul Saint was already quite formidable.

"For the sake of your being a junior, I won't bully you. Kneel down, slap yourself, and apologize to my son. Then this matter will be over," Ao Si Yan said.

"No, thanks. I never considered you an elder, old man," Feng Yang said lightly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

In an instant, everyone present was enraged.

Ao Si Yan in particular.

"Damn it! You brought this upon yourself!"

Bang—!

His Soul Rings pulsed into existence.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black Soul Rings—the configuration Master Yu Xiaogang's theory considered optimal.

Bang—

Feng Yang spread his arms.

His Soul Rings immediately pulsed into existence.

The first.

A black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The second.

A black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The third.

A black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The fourth.

A red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The fifth.

A red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The sixth.

A red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The seventh.

A red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The dense aura of the Soul Rings spread across the sky and earth.

The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings in particular extended to cover nearly half the area around the entire castle.

Everyone present

felt overwhelming heat and pressure, making it hard to breathe.

They stood frozen in shock.

"Master."

"Master."

"You're already level 73!"

"A level 73 Soul Saint!!"

"And even your seventh Soul Ring is over a Hundred Thousand Years!"

"Master!! You're truly incredible!"

"Master!! We're proud of you!!"

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, and Ye Lingling all stared with shining eyes as they exclaimed.

They wished everyone present could know

that the young man before them was their master.

"H-How is that possible?!" Osler said blankly. "A month ago, he hadn't even reached level 70. He was only level 67!"

Ao Si Yan also stood there dumbfounded.

Could someone gain six levels in a single month?

Even going from level 10 to level 16 would be impossible in one month!

Not to mention that this was at the Soul Saint level, where the Soul Power required was far more immense.

It was simply absurd.

His Soul Rings especially had shocked them beyond measure.

At the same time,

Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo arrived.

The moment they saw this scene, their eyes widened.

"Grandpa, look at Feng Yang's Soul Rings!!"

Of course Dugu Bo was looking.

His eyes had already gone completely blank.

"How is this possible?! Just what kind of incredible opportunity did he encounter?"

As a Title Douluo at his level, with his abundant experience, he could roughly estimate the age of a Soul Ring from the pressure it emitted.

"The black Soul Ring in his Third Soul Ring is the black Soul Ring with the greatest pressure I've ever seen. It may be as old as a Hundred Thousand Years," Dugu Bo calculated.

"What?!" Dugu Yan stared blankly. "Even his black Soul Ring is that old! Doesn't that mean his first Soul Ring alone surpasses many people's seven or eight Soul Rings?"

"That's right."

Meanwhile,

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Meng Shu, and Chao Tianxiang, who had followed in secret to protect Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran, were also speaking in shock.

"Just one of his Soul Rings has more years than all of Ao Si Yan's Soul Rings combined," Chen Xin said.

"This is truly unbelievable," Meng Shu said with emotion.

"Old man, now we can really return without worry," Chao Tianxiang said.

"With talent like this, in just a few years, he may become the number one person on the entire continent," Ning Fengzhi said.

Feng Yang looked at Ao Si Yan's stunned old face.

"Now I'll give you one chance. Kneel down and slap yourself three times, and I'll let you leave unharmed."

"..."

"..."

Ao Si Yan was already utterly horrified.

Aside from the pressure brought by that halo,

the Blue Flame covering his entire body burned so fiercely that sweat poured down his face, slowly draining his Soul Power.

It was only enough to let him barely remain standing.

This battle truly left him at a loss as to how to deal with it.

Especially since more and more onlookers had gathered around them.

Although the Osler Family was not some great clan, quite a few people throughout Heaven Dou City still knew of them.

If word got out that Ao Si Yan had actually knelt before a child and slapped himself, then the Osler Family would probably never be able to hold its head high again. The impact would be immense.

At the very least, he had to fight before he could know the outcome.

I shouldn't lose, right?

"Hmph, brat, you're really arrogant. Do you think having high Soul Ring Years means everything will go your way? I'm level seventy-seven, while you're only level seventy-three. The greater the level gap, the greater the difference in Soul Power. Understand?"

He put on the air of an elder, trying to bolster his own courage.

But Feng Yang had no intention of indulging him any longer.

"Fine. Then let's see just how great the difference is!"

The moment his words fell,

his gaze turned cold.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Sweep the Earth's Karmic Fire."

Boom—!

Blue Flame surged across his entire body like a burning wall.

Ao Si Yan's eyes widened abruptly.

That irresistible force came crashing toward him.

Just how much power had a Hundred Thousand Year soul ring amplified?!

At that moment, everyone was shocked.

Even a level eighty Soul Douluo probably would not dare take that Soul Skill head-on, right?

"Fifth Soul Skill, Ghost Leopard Assault!"

Ao Si Yan was clever enough to try using his speed to flee, but unfortunately, he had miscalculated.

The light within that range instantly swallowed Ao Si Yan.

His entire body became like a human torch.

Only,

he screamed and roared madly. The scorching temperature was so intense that even releasing all his Soul Power could not resist it.

After spinning several times through the air,

his body was slightly charred.

The entire crowd was shocked once again!

Were Soul Ring Years useless?

He had been instantly defeated in one move!

Even with a four-level difference, he was still utterly helpless.

It was simply terrifying to the extreme!

"You!" Feng Yang looked toward Osler.

Osler stared blankly at his father, who lay motionless on the ground.

When he heard Feng Yang call out,

terror immediately overwhelmed him, and he dropped to his knees.

"I was wrong!"

Slap!

He viciously slapped himself across the face.

Slap!

"I failed to recognize greatness."

Slap!

"..."

"Get lost," Feng Yang said.

Almost instantly,

the other families that had originally intended to cause trouble for Feng Yang, such as Yu Feng's and Shi Mo's,

all backed down.

None of them dared step forward lightly.

Even those among them with level eighty Soul Douluos began watching from the sidelines.

This was simply too exaggerated.

Anyone with eyes could see that even if Ao Si Yan returned alive, all his meridians had been burned through. How much he could recover was truly hard to say.

Just as Feng Yang was preparing to lead the girls into the castle,

"Lingling."

Dugu Yan called out.

Ye Lingling turned around.

Dugu Yan and Dugu Bo walked over.

"Senior Dugu Bo, Yanyan," Ye Lingling greeted them.

"Mm." Dugu Bo nodded and glanced at Feng Yang.

Their gazes met.

"Oh." Ye Lingling came to her senses and hurriedly introduced them. "Senior Dugu Bo, this is my master, Feng Yang. Master, this is Senior Dugu Bo, Dugu Yan's grandfather, the Poison Douluo."

"I have long admired your name." Feng Yang cupped his fist in greeting.

Dugu Bo returned the gesture.

This left everyone dumbfounded.

One had to know,

Dugu Bo was a Title Douluo.

How could he possibly return the greeting of a level seventy-three Soul Saint?

It would have been good enough if he merely responded with a glance.

Clearly, Dugu Bo had no choice but to show Feng Yang a measure of respect.

"I never expected a figure like you, little brother, to have heard of the name Poison Douluo. It truly surprises me,"

Dugu Bo said.

Though he had returned the greeting with cupped fists,

his words and his upright posture

still carried the confidence and bearing of a Title Douluo.

"Heh." Feng Yang chuckled. "May I ask why the Poison Douluo has come?"

"Of course, I came for my granddaughter's sake," Dugu Bo said.

"Hmm?"

Feng Yang glanced at Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan hurriedly averted her beautiful eyes.

Clearly,

Feng Yang's display of power had intimidated her once again.

"I heard from my granddaughter Yanyan that you refused to take her as your disciple, and your reason was merely that she wasn't qualified. I want to know exactly where she falls short." Dugu Bo's tone carried a hint of challenge.

Feng Yang did not act overly arrogant.

After all, the man was a Title Douluo.

Besides, he had come intending to take Dugu Yan as his disciple anyway.

It simply required a process.

"Does the Poison Douluo truly wish to know?"

"Speak freely," Dugu Bo said.

"Fine. It's because..." Feng Yang looked at Dugu Yan again before shifting his gaze back to Dugu Bo's face. "The poison in both you and your granddaughter is trash poison!"

"What?!" Dugu Bo immediately wanted to fly into a rage.

"Poison Douluo, there's no need to be angry. I don't mean to look down on you. It's simply a description. Your poison isn't pure enough. It can harm others, but it can also harm yourselves. I imagine you have experienced the heart-piercing agony of poison backlash, haven't you?"

Feng Yang spoke unhurriedly.

Dugu Bo was instantly shocked.

He could actually tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the poison in Yanyan and me.

And he could even tell that I often suffer the pain of poison backlash.

The reason Dugu Yan had not yet experienced such pain was because she had not reached that realm.

Once she reached Dugu Bo's level, she would experience it as well.

This was absolutely Dugu Bo's greatest problem.

"..."

Dugu Bo remained silent for a long while, not knowing how to respond.

After all, Feng Yang was telling the truth.

Instead, Dugu Yan spoke up.

"Grandfather, is what he said true? Is our poison trash poison?"

"..."