"Ye, you... you're level sixty-six?"
Ning Fengzhi stared at Lin Ye in disbelief, as did the two Douluos.
Lin Ye looked at the three of them and simply nodded calmly.
"You have a keen eye, Uncle Ning."
Ning Fengzhi sucked in a sharp breath and hurriedly asked, "You were only level fifty-five when the tournament ended, weren't you?"
"It's only been eight months! How is that possible?"
The Bone Douluo was equally astonished.
"You jumped eleven levels in eight months? Ye, did you find a place to inherit a god's mantle or something?"
The Sword Douluo said nothing, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Ye. Clearly, the shock in his heart was no less than theirs.
Facing the three elders' astonished gazes, Lin Ye smiled faintly.
Rather than explain, he summoned his martial soul with a thought.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black-five soul rings slowly rose in succession.
But that was not the end.
When Lin Ye's sixth soul ring appeared, the air in the council hall froze.
It was a soul ring as scarlet as blood.
Staring at the blood-red soul ring, Ning Fengzhi spoke in a strained voice. "A hundred... a hundred thousand years?!"
"Ye... you... you killed a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"
Chen Xin shook his head in disbelief. "Even for a Titled Douluo like me, hunting a hundred-thousand-year soul beast is a brush with death nine times out of ten!"
"You're only level sixty-six. How could you possibly have done it alone?"
Lin Ye withdrew his martial soul and explained to the three of them, "I didn't hunt her."
"A hundred-thousand-year soul beast willingly sacrificed herself to me."
"Sacrificed herself?!"
The three exchanged glances, each seeing the astonishment in the others' eyes.
"I have heard the rumors. Back then, that boy Tang Hao received the sacrifice