Golden Crocodile Douluo no longer saw Ling Han as a junior. He saw him as someone truly worth winning over.
Golden Crocodile had come to find out just how much it would take to win Ling Han over.
If Ling Han's strength matched his own, Golden Crocodile already knew what to offer.
But if Ling Han was stronger than him, or had even reached Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu's level, Golden Crocodile would have to rethink his offer.
An unaffiliated cultivator with the fighting strength of a Limit Douluo was more frightening than a bomb that could go off at any moment.
With that thought, Golden Crocodile flew faster.
That night, Ling Han was cultivating in his room.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked out the window.
"Interesting. Since he's here, it would be rude not to go out and greet him, wouldn't it?"
He flipped out the window and flew beyond Heaven Dou City.
He came to a place far from the city. Even a battle here would not disturb anyone within it.
"Since you're here, senior, why not show yourself?"
Ling Han hovered in midair and spoke calmly to the empty sky.
"As expected of such a young Titled Douluo. Your senses are remarkably sharp."
A deep voice rang out, and Golden Crocodile Douluo appeared before Ling Han, clad in golden armor.
"I haven't appeared in the Soul Master World for decades. I never imagined it would produce so many talents. A Super Douluo in his twenties—I've never heard of one, let alone seen one."
"You flatter me, senior. I was simply fortunate enough to reach this level."
Golden Crocodile Douluo's mouth twitched.
He could not sense Ling Han's exact cultivation. That meant Ling Han was at least his equal.
Level 98, and Ling Han called it luck? That made Golden Crocodile Douluo's decades of hard cultivation sound like a joke.
"I came to experience the Ice Emperor Douluo's true strength. It's been a long time since I faced a worthy opponent."
Ling Han smiled. "If you want a spar, senior, I'd be happy to oblige. But soul power can be hard to control. Don't blame me if you get hurt."
First Light Feather Douluo, and now Golden Crocodile Douluo. Even if they wanted to work with him, Ling Han was growing tired of being tested over and over.
So today, Ling Han intended to get serious and give Golden Crocodile Douluo a shock.
It would deter them, raise his standing in the enshrined elders' eyes, and prompt a more sincere offer. Why not?
"If you can hurt me, that's your skill. Come!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo roared and released his Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul.
A colossal phantom of the Golden Crocodile King appeared behind him, followed by nine Soul Rings: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
The pressure of a Level 98 Super Douluo poured forth, making even the sky seem to change color.
Ling Han released his Martial Soul as well.
The instant the Ice Dragon King's phantom appeared, overwhelming draconic might surged toward the Golden Crocodile King.
As soon as it enveloped the Golden Crocodile King, its aura weakened considerably.
What kind of Martial Soul is that? How can it suppress my bloodline so severely?
Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned. The Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul was of exceptionally high quality. For it to suffer bloodline suppression showed just how terrifying Ling Han's Martial Soul was.
Ling Han and Golden Crocodile were at the same Soul Power Level, but when it came to the depth of their soul power, even Qian Daoliu could not compare to Ling Han.
The moment Ling Han unleashed his soul power pressure, he pushed Golden Crocodile Douluo's back and even suppressed him.
Ling Han had already gained a firm advantage from their clash of auras alone.
Then Golden Crocodile Douluo saw Ling Han's Soul Ring Configuration, and his understanding of the world nearly collapsed.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red.
Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?!
"How is that possible?!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at the Soul Rings beneath Ling Han's feet in disbelief.
What was more, Ling Han's eighth and ninth Soul Rings felt unlike ordinary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. They were stronger and more terrifying.
"So you're Golden Crocodile Douluo, senior. I've long heard of you!"
Golden Crocodile did not answer. His expression darkened, and he charged straight at Ling Han.
He had already guessed how this battle would end, but he still had to fight.
At Golden Crocodile's level, improving through cultivation alone was nearly impossible.
Fighting someone as strong as Ling Han might help him break through.
The Golden Crocodile King's massive tail swept toward Ling Han.
Ling Han did not dodge. He merely raised his right hand and gave a light swipe, sending the enormous tail flying aside.
The momentum nearly threw Golden Crocodile off balance, leaving him even more shocked by Ling Han's strength.
Strength like this could absolutely rival his elder brother, Qian Daoliu.
Ling Han had casually swatted aside his full-force strike. Just how terrifying was he?
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"
Golden Crocodile roared, and his body transformed into a colossal Golden Crocodile King.
Ling Han held nothing back either. He activated his Seventh Soul Ring.
The Ice Dragon King's dragon soul entered his body.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Dragon King Descent!"
At that moment, Ling Han seemed to have become the Ice Dragon King himself.
The pressure radiating from his entire body came infinitely close to the divine level.
Facing Golden Crocodile Douluo's full-force attack in his Martial Soul Avatar, Ling Han simply raised his enormous Dragon Claws and struck.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion rang out. The Golden Crocodile King was slammed to the ground, straight into Mother Earth's embrace.
A crater ten meters deep appeared in the ground.
The Golden Crocodile King had vanished. In his place lay Golden Crocodile Douluo at the bottom of the crater.
His golden armor was shattered, his hair was a mess, his face was covered in dirt, and blood stained the corner of his mouth.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had lost in a single move, and lost utterly.
This was the monster created by stacking the Yin-Yang Complementary Dual Soul Cores, a Dragon King Martial Soul, Dragon King Soul Bones, and all his other extraordinary advantages.
Even Qian Daoliu in his Angel True Body would have struggled to take that blow.
Ling Han returned to human form, flew down to the bottom of the crater, and helped Golden Crocodile Douluo up.
"You let me win, senior."
Golden Crocodile Douluo had regained consciousness. He looked at Ling Han with weary eyes.
After decades in seclusion, he had lost his first battle so thoroughly—and to a young man so much younger than himself.
Golden Crocodile Douluo gave a bitter smile. "The world belongs to you young people now. I'm getting old!"
Ling Han smiled. "Your Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul is powerful, senior. I only won because my bloodline suppressed yours."
Golden Crocodile Douluo shook his head. "No need to be modest. Bloodline suppression alone couldn't have defeated me in one move. You're strong, and I respect that!"
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