In an instant, the air throughout Spirit City warped.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
That was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring that only a hundred-thousand-year soul beast could produce!
Across the entire continent today, there were certainly few Titled Douluo-no more than twenty-but those with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring were rarer still.
And between a Soul Master with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and one without one...
The gap between the two was clearly immense.
At the scene.
Sword and Bone Douluo, along with Poison Douluo and the others, could not help revealing envy in their eyes.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
A treasure every Titled Douluo Soul Master could only encounter by chance, never seek out.
Tang Hao's soul rings shone between heaven and earth, the red light of his Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring illuminating everyone's faces.
Those nine soul rings slowly revolved, releasing suffocating pressure.
Below.
Qian Chenming still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unchanged.
"Tang Hao, are you sure you want to display your paltry abilities before This Pontiff?"
Tang Hao frowned. "Enough smoke and mirrors! Today, I'll see just what you, the new Supreme Pontiff, can do!"
"Fine."
Qian Chenming softly uttered that single word and raised his right hand slightly.
Then, one soul ring after another lit up beneath his feet.
Everyone's gaze instinctively converged on him.
Black.
The first soul ring appeared. It was black, and Tang Hao's mouth split into a broad grin.
Black.
The second soul ring rose, also black.
The third was no different.
Tang Hao's expression instantly turned sluggish, as though he had fallen into a stupor.
His smile gradually froze as well.
Because he could see it clearly: the soul rings rising beneath Qian Chenming's feet were black, starting from the very first!
Black, black, black, black, black...
The soul rings appeared one by one, and the instant the sixth lit up, the entire Pope's Palace fell deathly silent.
"Red... four reds?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo gasped involuntarily, his voice trembling.
Immediately afterward, everyone saw what followed.
A dark red purer and deeper than that of Tang Hao's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
Nine soul rings, five black and four red, slowly revolved around Qian Chenming.
Between heaven and earth, even the wind suddenly stopped.
Tang Hao's pupils abruptly contracted, and his hammer-gripping hand trembled involuntarily.
"Nine... nine soul rings, four hundred-thousand-year ones..."
Ning Fengzhi stood nearby. The folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a clack, yet he lacked the courage to bend down and retrieve it.
Sword Douluo remained silent, his sword-gripping hand tightening for some unknown reason.
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo's face was ashen, his mouth twitching. "Four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings... just what kind of monster is this brat?"
Tang San stood among the crowd in front of Xiao Wu, staring fixedly at the soul rings beneath Qian Chenming's feet.
"Teacher... I remember you saying that soul ring configurations follow certain rules."
Yu Xiaogang's lips moved, and only after a long while did he squeeze out a sentence. "I... have never seen a configuration like this. In all the Soul Master theories I've studied throughout my life, such a soul ring configuration simply cannot exist."
They were black starting from the first soul ring.
This was no longer merely a far departure from Yu Xiaogang's theory of soul ring ages.
It had absolutely nothing to do with it at all.
At once.
Yu Xiaogang's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
Beside him, Flender's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open without a word coming out.
At that moment.
Tang Hao finally came back to his senses.
He abruptly stepped forward, his Clear Sky Hammer slamming heavily against the sky. "Smoke and mirrors! Those soul rings of yours must be fake!"
Qian Chenming smiled.
It was a faint smile, carrying the composure of someone who saw through everything.
Before the sound of his laughter faded, the Clear Sky Hammer had already swung toward him, the wind howling as though a mountain were crashing down.
Tang Hao had moved first.
This time, he no longer dared underestimate the person before him in the slightest.
His original aim had been to leave with little San and Xiao Wu.
But he had, after all, just boasted that he would smash Spirit Hall to pieces.
If he hurriedly fled with them at the mere sight of Qian Chenming's soul rings...
Wouldn't Clear Sky Douluo's name become a laughingstock throughout the world from then on?
That was something Tang Hao could not accept.
Now, as their clash formally began, golden light flashed beneath Qian Chenming's feet, and he shifted sideways like a phantom by thirty feet, narrowly avoiding the hammer's edge.
A deep crater had already been smashed into the spot where he had just stood, sending rubble flying and dust billowing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Gui Mei were caught unprepared and violently blasted away again.
"Dodging?"
Tang Hao caught up in a single stride and swept his hammer sideways. Golden light and the holy sword collided in midair with a deep, thunderous crash that left everyone's eardrums numb.
Qian Chenming finally struck. He raised his right hand, and the Angel Holy Sword appeared. A streak of golden light shot out like a sword, heading straight for Tang Hao's throat.
Tang Hao tilted his head aside. The golden light grazed his cheek as it flew past, leaving a thin line of blood.
He froze.
Not from the pain, but because that streak of golden light had been far faster than he had expected.
"You..." Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, unable to keep from reassessing the young man before him.
Not only had his opponent effortlessly evaded his charged strike...
He had then forcibly blocked his massive hammer.
He had even countered with sword light and wounded him.
Every bit of it was far too unbelievable.
It could be said that Tang Hao had already fallen into an unavoidable disadvantage from the very beginning.
Just when had Spirit Hall produced another freak like this? No wonder Bibi Dong had been dealt with just like that.
Qian Chenming stood where he was, without even a speck of dust on his robes. He smiled. "Tang Hao, since you've come down here, stay here today."
As his words fell.
The golden light of the Divine Envoy Domain spread from beneath Qian Chenming's feet, flooding every inch of the Pope's Palace like a tide.
Tang Hao felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly fall away. The scenery around him began twisting and stretching, as though an invisible hand were forcibly tearing it apart.
The figures of Sword and Bone Douluo, the Shrek group, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Gui Mei rapidly blurred within the golden light and were forcibly squeezed out.
Yes.
An invisible force had squeezed them out of the Pope's Palace, leaving them able to stand only at the edges beyond the golden light's reach.
Then they could only watch as the two figures faced each other within the domain.
Tang Hao no longer stood as straight as he had at the beginning. Now, he felt somewhat powerless.
Qian Chenming stood thirty feet before him, the Angel Holy Sword hovering at his side, its tip lowered and emitting a barely audible hum.
"This is the Divine Envoy Domain." Qian Chenming's voice was exceptionally clear. "Inside here, no one can leave unless This Pontiff dies."
At those words, Tang Hao's heart lurched.
He looked up, sweeping his gaze across the domain in an attempt to find an exit.
But there was none. The same gold covered every direction.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, then looked at Qian Chenming in the distance, only managing to force the corners of his mouth into a stiff smile:
"The Divine Envoy Domain? What big words!"
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