Before the dust had settled, five figures had already surrounded him like Gui Mei. They were the other five Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall. Their eyes were fixed on Yu Tianheng with serious expressions, and their previous nonchalant demeanor had completely vanished.
"This power..." Qian Jun Douluo frowned. He recalled that in the Pope Hall, the Pope had specifically mentioned Yu Tianheng —a young man who was already Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, possessing two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, whose combat power was comparable to Titled Douluo, and who was a genius that the Soul Master World saw only once in a thousand years.
At the time, they simply assumed the Pope was exaggerating. Soul Douluo is still just Soul Douluo; even with Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, how much stronger can he really be? The barrier of Titled Douluo is not easily crossed.
But seeing it with their own eyes now, even the last trace of contempt in their hearts vanished.
That punch, carrying the power of Thunder, was able to blast the Porcupinefish Douluo, who was also Titled Douluo, back a hundred feet, and even damage his Martial Soul Avatar. Such power was far beyond the scope of ordinary Soul Douluo, and even more terrifying than some strong people who had just entered the Titled Douluo realm!
"Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring... plus this strange Martial Dao power..." Demon Subduing Douluo spoke, a glint of greed and envy flashing in his eyes, " The Pope was right after all. This kid truly defies common sense. He's only Soul Douluo and his combat power is already so terrifying. If he were to reach the Titled Douluo level in the future, who could stop him? It seems we can't let him live."
The five Titled Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing solemnity in the other's eyes. They slowly dispersed their formation, surrounding Yu Tianheng, Yu Xiaolong, and the other members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Their immense Soul Power began to surge, and the air instantly became oppressive.
The Porcupinefish Douluo struggled to his feet, his Martial Soul Avatar slowly fading back into human form. His face was pale, and his gaze towards Yu Tianheng was filled with resentment and disbelief. "You... why is your power so strange? This isn't the power of Soul Master!"
Yu Tianheng ignored his questioning, simply shielding Yu Xiaolong behind him, his body crackling with lightning once more. He knew that the real battle was about to begin.
Faced with the encirclement of five Titled Douluo, Yu Tianheng's eyes sharpened, and his Soul Power and Martial Dao True Essence circulated simultaneously within his body.
The next moment, eight dazzling Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, encircling his body: two were clear yellow like amber, Hundred-Year Soul Ring absorbed in his early years; one was purple, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring; followed by three jet-black ones, exuding the ferocious aura of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast; and the last two Soul Ring were as red and dazzling as congealed blood, the terrifying pressure unique to Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring sweeping across the entire area like an invisible giant wave!
From Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python!
"Two... two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!" A Soul Master from the Spirit Hall exclaimed in shock. Even the Titled Douluo, who were used to seeing big scenes, couldn't help but shrink their pupils.
Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is a legendary existence in the entire Soul Master World, let alone appearing in the body of a young man who has not yet reached the Titled Douluo realm!
The moment the Soul Ring rose, a dragon's roar behind Yu Tianheng shook the heavens, and a phantom of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, nearly twenty meters long, materialized. Its horns were sharp and its scales shimmered with dark blue lightning. The majestic dragon's might and the pressure of the Soul Ring intertwined, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
It was a terrifying aura that combined the domineering power of a top-tier Beast Martial Soul, the intimidating presence of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and the Martial Dao pressure of the Martial Saint Realm.
Although the five Titled Douluo maintained their encirclement, their movements unconsciously faltered, and a strange sense of oppression rose in their hearts.
Despite their numerical advantage, they felt an overwhelming pressure under Yu Tianheng's imposing presence—as if the person standing before them was not an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, but a Thunder dragon that had truly awakened its ancient ferocity.
The Porcupinefish Douluo clutched his injured arm, staring at the two dazzling red Soul Ring, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
He finally understood that the Pope's words "no weaker than Titled Douluo " were no exaggeration. The power this kid had displayed had probably surpassed that of an ordinary Titled Douluo!
The Porcupinefish Douluo's bulky body suddenly sank, and he glanced at the Ghost Leopard Douluo beside him out of the corner of his eye. The purplish-black mist surrounding the latter suddenly receded, and his vertical pupils, flashing with ferocity, accurately met the Porcupinefish Douluo's gaze.
Without a word, in just a moment of eye contact, their two powerful Soul Power surged simultaneously.
Porcupinefish Douluo's body bristled with sharp spikes, and dark green poisonous mist surged toward Yu Tianheng like a tide; Ghost Leopard Douluo transformed into a blurry black shadow, rushing toward Yu Tianheng's flank with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.
Yu Tianheng snorted coldly, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul suddenly possessed him, dragon scales covering his entire body, and Thunder condensing into a snake in his palm.
Faced with the poisonous mist spewed by the Porcupinefish Douluo, he waved his palm and summoned a thunderbolt, blasting the poisonous mist into disarray; at the same time, he dodged the Ghost Leopard Douluo's tricky claw attack, and his dragon tail whipped out with a whooshing sound.
The three powerful beings clashed violently in mid-air, creating a chaotic energy field intertwined with poisonous mist, shadows, and lightning.
The Porcupinefish Douluo's poison was extremely potent, while the Ghost Leopard Douluo's speed was unpredictable. The two cooperated perfectly, and their attacks were like a relentless storm.
However, relying on the powerful physique of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the ultimate lightning power, Yu Tianheng managed to stand firm amidst the attack, and each burst of Thunder forced the two Titled Douluo to temporarily retreat.
The fierce battle lasted for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The Porcupinefish Douluo took a half step back, panting. He looked at Yu Tianheng and saw that although he had several wounds, his eyes were still sharp as lightning. He couldn't help but exchange a solemn look with the Ghost Leopard Douluo, who had reappeared. Even though the two of them joined forces, they still couldn't defeat this young Soul Douluo.
Before the Spirit Hall's camp, eight thousand elite Soul Master stood in a neat formation, their Soul Power fluctuations converging into a powerful pressure.
Four Titled Douluo hovered above the military formation, their various Soul Ring flashing alternately, some exuding an aura of overwhelming power and Ultimate Attribute.
At the very front of the camp, a bishop from the Spirit Hall, clad in a purple robe, gripped his scepter tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force.
He could clearly feel the almost frozen atmosphere between the two sides' high-level combat forces; the intimidating aura emanating from each Titled Douluo was enough to make the surrounding elite Soul Master hold their breath.
"Don't move." A cardinal beside him spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying an undeniable calm. "That old bastard Yu Yuanzhen isn't dead yet, and their Titled Douluo hasn't appeared. The outcome is uncertain, life and death are undecided... Sending the men down now isn't an attack, it's suicide."
The bishop nodded silently. He knew perfectly well that before the high-level combat forces had a clear outcome, the eight thousand elite troops below, though seemingly numerous, were nothing more than ants in the aftermath of a true Titled Douluo- level battle.