Seizing Destiny's Opportunity: A God-Level Double-Purple Soul Grandmaster!

The four-hundred-year Mandala Snake had been coiled beneath a rotten tree root, waiting to ambush its prey. But the frenzied might of the three-thousand-year Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon had already shattered the venomous beast's courage.

Su Chen slowly approached the hollow.

He made no effort to release his Soul Power, yet the faint golden glow that had appeared around him after he absorbed the three-thousand-year Soul Ring was enough to make every Soul Beast in the forest abandon all thought of moving.

"Four hundred years of cultivation, a body hard as iron, venom that numbs the nerves. It would have made a decent foundation."

Su Chen looked down at the snake beneath his feet.

Several yards away, Tang San stood pale-faced and smeared with blood. Hearing Su Chen's mutter, he felt his heart clench.

He knew exactly what that snake meant to him...

Yu Xiaogang had chosen it specifically for his Martial Soul Mimicry advancement. It was his only hope of breaking through the first bottleneck of the Mysterious Heaven Skill and turning his Blue Silver Grass into a powerful control-type Martial Soul.

"Su Chen... Don't you dare..." Tang San forced the faint, hoarse words through his teeth.

Drained of blood and vitality, his voice was nearly lost in the forest wind. "You've already absorbed a First Soul Ring beyond your level... Until a Soul Master breaks through to the next major realm, the capacity of his meridians has an absolute limit! Even if you kill it, you can't absorb a Second Soul Ring. Wasting it will only bring the backlash of heaven and earth's Soul Power down on you!"

As Tang San saw it, even if Su Chen's inconceivable physique had let him exceed the age limit for his first ring, he could never defy the iron law of one ring per ten levels and take in a second!

Su Chen did not look back.

"Rules are fences the weak build to comfort themselves."

Su Chen raised his right hand slightly, holding two fingers together like a blade. A concentrated beam of gold-red dragon light burst from his fingertips.

With a soft whistle through the air, the dragon light fell and sliced cleanly through the Mandala Snake's vulnerable neck!!

Splat!

Black-red snake blood sprayed across the scorched earth, carrying a sharp stench. Before the Pure Yang Dragon Aura, the Mandala Snake's tough hide was as fragile as paper.

The giant snake's body convulsed several times, then went limp. The vicious gleam in its eyes swiftly faded.

Hum!

A bright, crystalline Yellow Soul Ring rose from the snake's corpse. Rippling with the chill peculiar to a four-hundred-year venomous beast, it hung motionless in the air.

Tang San stared at the Soul Ring so close to him, yet now forever beyond his reach.

Then an impossible sight appeared before Tang San—one that no ordinary Soul Master could have understood.

Su Chen took out no vessel for storing Soul Beast materials. He simply brushed his robe aside and sat beside the snake's corpse.

The Chaos Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul in his sea of consciousness opened its eyes slightly. At that moment, the overflowing reserves of an innate level-twenty Soul Grandmaster surged through every circuit of his body without restraint!!

A pull arose around Su Chen.

Summoned by a supreme bloodline, the Mandala Snake's Yellow Soul Ring let out a shrill hum. It became a streak of vivid yellow light and dropped straight toward Su Chen's head!!

"Absorbing it... He's really forcing himself to absorb a Second Soul Ring?" Tang San's mind went blank.

He had awakened at six and acquired his first Soul Ring on the very first day. Not only had he shattered the four-hundred-and-twenty-three-year limit to devour a three-thousand-year lesser dragon, he was now absorbing a Second Soul Ring on the spot, without a pause!!

It was the most brutal trampling of the Soul Master system that had stood for ten thousand years across the Douluo Continent!

Boom!!

The instant the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring touched Su Chen's meridians, its cold, overbearing paralytic venom and the snake's lingering soul tried to turn on their host.

But against the Pure Yang Dragon Emperor Aura surging through Su Chen like an ocean tide, the venom lasted less than half a breath. Ancestral Dragon's Fire burned and refined it, leaving only its essential toughness and the source of its control power.

That was not all. As the bloodline of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon, sovereign over heaven and earth, purified it, the ring's vivid yellow glow began an eerie transformation!!

Deep yellow... Ochre... Darker still... Across the bright yellow Soul Ring, a flash of noble purple suddenly appeared!!

As the Ancestral Dragon's essence poured into it and refined it, the snake's Soul Ring, originally just over four hundred years old, was forcibly raised to a higher level of life.

It leapt straight into a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, shining with a dark-purple glow!!

Hum!

Two amethyst-like divine rings pulsed steadily around Su Chen, one behind the other.

One radiated violent thunder-and-flame dragon breath; the other carried a deep, domineering pressure that could control the battlefield!!

Double purple!

A Soul Grandmaster with two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

[Ding! The host has seized the Mandala Snake, a core opportunity destined for Tang San, before his eyes. His Blue Silver Grass's First Soul Ring growth path has been utterly destroyed. Tang San's destiny value decreases by 3,500 points!]

[The host used the Ancestral Dragon bloodline to forcibly purify and raise the age of a foreign Soul Ring, forging the foundation of a God-Level Double-Purple Soul Grandmaster and triggering a God-Level Critical Hit. Reward obtained: external skeletal prototype—Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale (passive torso protection; immune to all physical and venom penetration below level thirty).]

As the system notification faded, Su Chen felt a faint warmth at the center of his chest. The phantom of a translucent dark-gold dragon scale sank beneath his skin, and his body's defenses and the resilience of his meridians surged to another level.

He slowly opened his eyes. Divine light lay hidden within his double pupils, and the pressure he gave off had grown deeper and weightier.

Just then, frantic footsteps sounded in the bushes dozens of yards away.

Looking haggard and covered in mud, Yu Xiaogang pushed through the undergrowth and peered toward the clearing.

At the moment of life and death, he had abandoned his disciple and fled to the outer defensive line. But the garrison there had refused to risk entering the forest's core for him.

Driven by wishful thinking and greed for the Mandala Snake's Soul Ring, he had waited until the disturbance deep in the forest subsided, then steeled himself and retraced his steps. He wanted to see whether Tang San was still breathing—and whether he could profit from the badly injured Mandala Snake.

When Yu Xiaogang looked through the leaves and saw the clearing, his legs buckled. He dropped heavily to his knees in the mud!

There were no corpses strewn everywhere in the wake of the Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon's rampage. Nor were there any remains of Tang San.

Beside the enormous corpse of the three-thousand-year lesser dragon, a white-robed boy stood with his hands behind his back. Two purple Thousand-Year Soul Rings circled unmistakably beneath him!

As for the Mandala Snake Yu Xiaogang had pinned his hopes on, it lay nearby with its head shattered. Its Soul Ring had vanished without a trace!

"Two... two Thousand-Year Soul Rings? A Soul Grandmaster... How could he have double purple?"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his disheveled hair with both hands. His usually stiff, rigid face twisted beyond recognition.

His breathing turned ragged, and a dry cough like that of a dying beast rose from his throat. "Four hundred and twenty-three years for the first ring... Seven hundred and sixty-four for the second... That's the absolute iron law I derived from hundreds of ancient texts! It can't be wrong... My theory can't possibly be wrong!"

The two deep-purple rings beneath Su Chen's feet crushed, right before Yu Xiaogang's eyes, the theories and pride on which he had styled himself a master for decades.

Tang San lay in the muddy water, staring at the devastated Yu Xiaogang.

The last shred of hope he had held for his "teacher" turned to bone-deep revulsion.

This selfish, cowardly hypocrite had abandoned him in a crisis. And this Grandmaster, who claimed to have accounted for everything, had made him a complete clown in the forest.

Su Chen withdrew his Soul Rings without a flicker of emotion and calmly glanced over the master and disciple sprawled on the ground.

"Yu Xiaogang, if you really understand Martial Soul Mimicry, why not go to the outskirts, pull up any Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo you find, and give it to your precious disciple? With your pitiful knowledge, a Trash Martial Soul paired with a trash Soul Ring would at least keep things in the family."

With that, Su Chen's robe fluttered. He became a streak of white light and swept toward the exit of the Soul Hunting Forest.