As the blood lion descended, an overwhelming blood-red pressure swept toward them.
"Who are you?" Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er stood in front of the others, struggling to withstand the pressure.
"I am Zhou Bojun!" A figure slowly appeared atop the blood lion's head.
Blood-red hair covered his head, and a thick beard grew along his chin all the way to his sideburns. It fluttered gently in the breeze, making him look like a lion.
With each step he took, another soul ring appeared, and the pressure surrounding everyone grew heavier.
Two purple, six black, and one red-a terrifying soul ring configuration, worthy of the Second Worship, second only to Long Xiaoyao.
Even his eighth soul ring carried a faint reddish tint, clearly approaching a hundred thousand years in age.
"A rank-97 Super Douluo-no, he's nearly rank 98!"
"Zhou Bojun! You're Blood Lion Douluo Zhou Bojun, who increased his strength by absorbing blood back then!" Cai Mei'er stared at the old man, her eyes filled with fear and astonishment.
When his infamy had first spread, she had still been no more than a Soul Emperor.
"Hmph! So you so-called orthodox Soul Masters still remember me!" Zhou Bojun's aura surged again, his eyes brimming with resentment and hatred for the world.
The story of this Blood Lion Douluo began over a hundred years ago. At six years old, he had awakened the Emperor Blood Roaring Sky Lion, a supreme martial soul that rivaled the Godly Taotie Bull.
Not only was this martial soul powerful, it possessed an extraordinarily heaven-defying innate skill: Blood-Burning Power. At a critical moment, he could burn his own blood essence to temporarily increase his strength.
Yet every use of this powerful ability required a long recovery period to replenish his blood and vitality.
Once, however, a few