Breakthrough to Titled Douluo!

The Ice Empress turned away, refusing to look at the Snow Empress.

The Snow Empress sighed and drew her into an embrace. "Don't worry, Bing'er. We'll always be the best of sisters."

The Ice Empress's heart sank. Can we only be sisters?

Outside, Ling Han fought with everything he had to form his Dual Soul Cores while absorbing the Soul Ring.

It was an unprecedented feat.

Spiritual power converged on his upper dantian, while Soul Power gathered in his middle dantian.

Ling Han had to control both at once. The difficulty was unimaginable.

Hold on! I can't give up!

Ling Han gritted his teeth and gave it his all.

Three days later.

Boom!

An explosion tore through the Back Mountain of Nouding Academy.

It was the middle of the night, and the blast woke everyone.

"What happened?"

"Was that an earthquake?"

"Run!"

Yu Xiaogang, who had been fast asleep, woke in terror and scrambled under his bed, trembling.

"Damn it! Why is there an earthquake now? I haven't spread my theories yet! I can't die!"

The ground shook only once, then fell still.

The teachers and students gradually calmed down.

As dean, Li Shan hurried to the Back Mountain.

When he arrived, he saw a sight he would never forget.

The Back Mountain had collapsed into rubble.

Above the ruins floated a man.

White hair, blue robes, an elegant bearing—who else could it be but Ling Han?

More important, Li Shan saw the Soul Rings beneath Ling Han's feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red! Nine Soul Rings! A Titled Douluo!

Li Shan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ling Han had been at the academy for only three years, yet he had reached Titled Douluo? How was that possible?!

Three years ago, Ling Han had been only a Soul Saint. Now he was a Titled Douluo?

Li Shan felt his entire understanding of the world crumble.

After three years, he was still a Soul Ancestor, while Ling Han had become a Titled Douluo.

Coming to his senses, Li Shan called out, "Congratulations on reaching Titled Douluo, Consecrated Ling!"

High above him, Ling Han took in the feeling of his newfound power.

He was now at the peak of Level 98.

Two years of accumulated strength, the boost from the Snow Empress's Soul Ring and Soul Bone, and, most important, the power of his Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores had brought him to this level.

To reach Level 99 Limit Douluo, he would need to form a third Soul Core. There was no rush.

Even without reaching that limit, Ling Han was confident he was invincible on the Douluo Continent.

Even if Di Tian awoke, he would be no match for Ling Han.

"So this is what it feels like to be a Titled Douluo. Wonderful!"

Ling Han landed and found Li Shan trembling before him.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

Li Shan shook partly from fear and partly because he could not bear the faint pressure Ling Han was unconsciously giving off.

If Ling Han had meant him harm, even that trace of pressure could have crushed him.

"Nothing, Consecrated Ling. Congratulations on reaching Titled Douluo!"

Realizing what was happening, Ling Han quickly reined in his pressure, sparing Li Shan from collapsing.

"Dean Li, thank you for looking after us these past three years. It's time I took Xiao San and left."

Li Shan hurriedly shook his head. "Please, you're free to go wherever you wish. Nouding Academy is the one that benefited from your presence these past three years!"

Li Shan meant it.

Word that a Soul Saint served as the academy's consecrated expert had brought Nouding Academy many new students over the past three years.

Though they had not publicized it widely, the news had spread.

Ling Han did not mind. With his strength, he had no reason to fear anyone looking for trouble.

He then went to Dorm Seven and found Tang San, who had just returned.

"Xiao San, it's time for us to leave," Ling Han said.

"Teacher, I'm not old enough to graduate yet. Can I leave?"

Ling Han smiled and patted Tang San's shoulder.

"Silly boy. You became a Soul Elder at nine, so you qualify for early graduation. Besides, I'm a consecrated expert of this academy. Pack your things, and let's go."

After another two years of training, Tang San had reached Level 34.

Tang San nodded. "All right. I'll do as you say, Teacher."

But then uncertainty crossed his face.

"Teacher, can Xiao Wu come with us?"

Ling Han was not surprised.

Xiao Wu and Tang San had grown closer even faster than they had in the original story.

Ling Han had also made a point of guiding Tang San so he would be less oblivious about romance.

As a result, Tang San and Xiao Wu were quite close.

"Of course, if she wants to."

There was still one problem. Xiao Wu was a Soul Beast. A Soul Douluo, or even a Titled Douluo, would see through her disguise.

Xiao Wu was not Ling Han's disciple, and he could not watch over her every moment. He needed a way to conceal her Soul Beast aura.

With that in mind, Ling Han took a sachet from his robes—the one he had once given the Snow Empress.

Now that the Snow Empress had sacrificed herself to him, Xiao Wu could use it for the time being. He could find a replacement when the time was right.

Delighted, Tang San rushed into Dorm Seven and called Xiao Wu out.

When Xiao Wu heard that Tang San was leaving, she was torn.

She had chosen a small place like Nuoding City precisely because powerful people rarely appeared there and her identity was unlikely to be exposed.

But Tang San was leaving, and she could not decide whether to go with him.

After all, he was her Brother San.

During their time together, Xiao Wu had come to understand her feelings. She had long since fallen for Brother San...

In the end, Xiao Wu made up her mind. She would go with him!

"Xiao San, head back for a moment. I need to speak with Xiao Wu alone."

Tang San suspected nothing. He nodded and left.

Ling Han took Xiao Wu to the devastated Back Mountain.

Li Shan had sealed the area off, so no one was likely to come by.

Xiao Wu wondered why Ling Han had brought her there.

But she did not grow wary. She knew her Brother San's teacher was a good teacher.

"What is it, Senior Ling Han?"

Ling Han smiled. "You heard the explosion on the Back Mountain today, didn't you?"

Xiao Wu nodded.

"That was the sound of me reaching Titled Douluo."

Xiao Wu froze.

He could not have told her that just to show off.

A Titled Douluo could see through her identity at a glance!

Her body began to tremble violently.

"You don't need to be afraid. I won't hurt you. A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring means nothing to me now."

As he spoke, Ling Han released his Martial Soul.

Nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red.

The final red Soul Ring bore six dazzling golden patterns.

Xiao Wu stared at Ling Han's Soul Ring Configuration, her eyes full of shock and fear.

"I've seen how you feel about Xiao San, and I know how he feels about you. I couldn't bear to tear you two apart."

"I showed you my Soul Rings not to intimidate you, but to tell you there's no need to be afraid. Xiao San and you have me behind you."