Su Ke's Shock

Two months later.

Wang Feng awoke from his cultivation, a long-lost smile appearing in his eyes.

He finally reached the Soul Saint level, and the next step was to find a suitable Soul Ring.

However, his previous Soul Ring was already 100,000 years old, so his Seventh Soul Ring naturally cannot be less than 100,000 years old.

However, with his current strength, he would probably have a hard time dealing with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast on his own, so he would need to ask Su Ke for help.

Just then, Su Ke walked towards him. Wang Feng smiled slightly, got up, and got out of bed.

As soon as he opened the door, Wang Feng saw Su Ke's figure and quickly bowed, "Bishop Su."

"Wang Feng! You're finally out! You've been sitting here for two months, I was worried you'd get moldy." Seeing Wang Feng leave, Su Ke subconsciously quickened his pace.

"Bishop Su, is there something you need from me?"

"There's something I need to discuss with you about the competition for the leadership. We've already set the rules, and I was planning to tell you this morning, but I was worried about disturbing your cultivation. I'm so glad you finally left the house today."

Fearing that Wang Feng might suddenly go back to cultivation, Su Ke quickly recounted the details of the leadership contest to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng nodded, not paying much attention to what Su Ke said. After all, his other two opponents were a level 61 Soul Emperor and a level 66 Soul Emperor, while he himself was already a Level 71 Soul Saint, only one Soul Ring away from becoming a Soul Saint.

Seeing Wang Feng's nonchalant attitude, Su Ke said, "Wang Feng, I know you're no weaker than them, but they're not as simple as you think. Their combat experience is something you can't match."

How so?

"Back in the Old Papal Court, they fought at least ten battles every day for ten consecutive years, emerging from piles of real corpses. Although they were far inferior to Titled Douluo, even ordinary Soul Emperor were no match for them in this regard."

"Knew."

"I know! What kind of attitude is this? Don't think I'm just trying to scare you..."

"Alright, alright, Bishop Su, I've really remembered what you said. Didn't you say there's still a month until the assessment? Could you please do me a favor? It's very important."

"What are you doing?" Su Ke asked irritably.

"It's nothing major, I'm just missing a Soul Ring, so I'd like you to help me hunt a Soul Beast."

"You're still missing a Soul Ring! Haven't you acquired your Sixth Soul Ring yet?! What have you been cultivating all these days? Don't you know that without Soul Ring, you can't store Soul Power through cultivation?!"

Su Ke looked at Wang Feng speechlessly, wondering if it was right or wrong for him to approach Wang Feng.

"Did I say it was the Sixth Soul Ring? It can't be the Seventh Soul Ring."

"What did you say! The Seventh Soul Ring?"

Su Ke was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wang Feng in shock.

Wang Feng nodded and did not stop Su Ke from probing him.

"Soul Saint, your Soul Power Level has truly reached Soul Saint! It's almost unbelievable that a young Soul Saint has emerged! You've really surprised everyone."

Su Ke laughed; he truly hadn't expected that Wang Feng was already a Soul Saint.

"Alright, let's set off immediately. This will allow you to familiarize yourself with the conditions of the Northern Forest beforehand, which will also be helpful for your upcoming assessment."

Without any delay, Su Ke and Wang Feng arrived at the Northern Forest three days later.

The two slowed down here, and Su Ke continued to introduce Wang Feng to some information about the Northern Forest, especially the powerful Soul Beast there, the most important of which were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

However, what Su Ke didn't notice was that Wang Feng was leading him slowly towards the direction where the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was located.

"Bishop Su, with your strength, how confident are you if you encounter a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

Wang Feng suddenly glanced at Su Ke and asked.

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is something even Titled Douluo wouldn't dare to easily provoke. How confident do you think I am?"

Su Ke said irritably.

Wang Feng suddenly stopped. If Su Ke really didn't have any confidence in facing Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, then taking him along to help wouldn't be a wise choice.

"What's wrong?"

Su Ke asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wang Feng turned to look at Su Ke and asked very seriously, "Bishop Su, give me a definite answer: if we were facing Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, what are the chances of a Soul Douluo plus you killing it?"

Su Ke frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart, but he still answered first, "If it's just to injure, I'm about 80% confident, but as for killing, I can't say."

"Wang Feng, what do you mean by suddenly asking me this question? Are you planning to hunt down a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to obtain your Seventh Soul Ring?"

Wang Feng nodded, seeing no need to hide anything from Su Ke any longer, since they had already come this far.

Seeing Wang Feng nod, Su Ke's lips twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You're far too ambitious, kid! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast -Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Are you kidding me? Let's not even talk about whether the two of us are strong enough to kill one. Even if we were, there are limits to how Soul Master can absorb Soul Ring. Soul Saint simply cannot absorb Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Forcibly absorbing it would only result in their body exploding and dying."

Wang Feng didn't say anything more. The best explanation was to let him see the truth, so the next moment, Wang Feng released his Soul Ring.

When the first black Soul Ring appeared, Su Ke didn't think much of it. After all, the Sixth Soul Ring was Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, which wasn't anything particularly surprising.

But when he saw Wang Feng with a second, third, and even a fourth black Soul Ring, Su Ke became somewhat unsettled.

It's somewhat unlikely that the Third Soul Ring would be Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

But when Wang Feng's fifth ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring appeared, Su Ke was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak. He never expected that Wang Feng's Second Soul Ring was already a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

However, what he didn't know was that Wang Feng wasn't releasing the Soul Ring in reverse, but rather in the forward direction.

The moment that blinding red light flashed out, Su Ke felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and even his mind became somewhat dazed, as if everything before him had become unreal.

"Ten, ten, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

Su Ke uttered seven words, his mouth dry, as if struck by lightning.

It took Su Ke a while to recover his senses. He looked at Wang Feng in disbelief and exclaimed, "Five Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring and one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! How is this possible! Wang Feng, you! How did you do that!"

Su Ke grabbed Wang Feng, wishing he could lose Wang Feng grip and that it was all a lie, but unfortunately, Wang Feng's arm was firmly in his grasp.