Douluo Continent: Blood Spear Martial Soul, Soul Rings that can unleash divine power?

Seeing that they didn't react, Li Wan assumed they were scared out of their wits and became even more smug: "Come on, crawl over here and go under your great-grandfather's crotch. Maybe if grandpa's in a good mood, he'll spare your life."

He pointed to his crotch, then looked at Ling Yuan with a lewd expression: "As for that woman... she's pretty. Keep her as my concubine. If you serve her well, you'll live a life of luxury."

Li Qian chuckled, his laughter laced with lewdness: "Big brother, you really know how to pick people."

Reynolds, pinned underfoot, stopped struggling upon hearing this, and a smile instead appeared on his lips.

"It seems there's still a chance to salvage it."

In the dining room, Lin Yu and Ling Yuan exchanged a glance.

Ling Yuan understood, pushed back her chair, and stood up.

The moment she stood up, the temperature in the entire courtyard rose rapidly, and the air seemed to distort.

Sensing something was wrong, Li Wan and Li Qian's laughter stopped abruptly. They immediately summoned their martial spirits, placed their hands on their chests, and assumed a defensive stance.

Soul rings began to appear beneath Ling Yuan's feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Li Qian wasn't sure, so he rubbed his eyes and counted again.

Nine spirit rings, not one more and not one less.

Title Douluo!

The spirit rings exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and the air you breathed felt like it was burning your lungs.

Li Wan's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he almost dropped the snake-shaped dagger in his hand.

"A... a Title Douluo?" Li Wan's voice trembled, every word shaking.

"How...how is this possible?"

He suddenly turned his head and glanced around.

The guy surnamed Wang had already disappeared while I was playing against Reynolds.

"That beast..." Li Qian gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with tears, "That beast tricked us!"

They now understood that the beast had known all along that a Title Douluo was in charge, and had run away beforehand.

Li Wan's mind raced, his entire body drenched in sweat, which streamed down his forehead.

run!

But can they escape from a Title Douluo?

He gritted his teeth and glanced at Li Qian.

Li Qian was also looking at him.

The two who achieved the status of Contra were no pushovers; their eyes both revealed a ruthless streak.

They both saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Fight!

The two of them took a deep breath at the same time and silently recited in their hearts.

When the count reached one.

The two brothers turned around almost simultaneously and ran in opposite directions.

Li Wan touched the ground with his toes and his figure shot towards the east wall like a wisp of smoke, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, while Li Qian rushed to the west.

The two exchanged a glance as they turned around.

Then they were all stunned.

Because they realized the other person was running too!

What happened to our agreement to attack together? What happened to our promise to fight to the death?

They're all ancient foxes, why are they playing at Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?

But at this point, no one cared about cursing anyone else; they just regretted that their parents hadn't given them two more legs!

Ling Yuan looked at the two figures from behind, her face expressionless.

She'd seen this kind of scene many times before.

She simply raised her hand, her fingers spread, and crimson-gold flames ignited in her palm.

Her clear, cold voice rang out:

"Eighth Soul Skill, Blood Boiling!"

A massive flame array instantly appeared around him, and countless blazing fire feathers shot out from the array, flying towards the two of them.

They were so densely packed that the air they passed through was scorched and distorted.

The two brothers turned pale with fright, condensing their soul power into a thick protective barrier and holding their weapons in front of them in a hasty defense.

But all is in vain.

The moment the Heavenly Flying Feathers fell, the defenses were pierced as easily as paper.

The fire feathers melted the Heaven-Opening Axe that Li Qian was blocking in front of him, leaving a large hole in the axe, from which molten iron dripped down.

It pierced through his chest again, and his body instantly burst into flames, turning into ashes in mid-air and scattering in the wind.

Sold out instantly!

In the blink of an eye, the two Soul Douluos were reduced to nothing but ashes.

Ling Yuan stood with her hands behind her back, the fiery feathers burning away, leaving only the pungent smell of burning flesh in the air. She glanced in the direction the two had disappeared, her tone icy: "You have such a foul mouth!"

Ling Yuan withdrew her hand, and the nine soul rings disappeared into her body. The temperature in the courtyard slowly dropped back to normal.

She turned to look at Lin Yu, her carefree smile returning to her face: "How is it? Handsome or not?"

Lin Yu gave a thumbs up: "Handsome."

Ling Yuan sat back down, poured herself a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What about that guy surnamed Wang?" she asked.

"Should I go find it?"

Lin Yu shook his head and looked at Reynolds.

Reynolds opened his mouth, as if to say something, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Thank you, Your Highness, Lord Lingyuan."

"They're just ingrates. I won't trouble you. I'll clean up their mess myself."

He bowed deeply to Lin Yu and Ling Yuan.

When he bent over, his legs buckled and he knelt down, his knee hitting the blue bricks with a dull thud.

Lin Yu got up, walked over and helped him limp back to the dining table to sit down.

He picked up his glass again, took a sip of wine, and said slowly, "Bishop Lei, I also bear some responsibility for this."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had a piece of your thousand-year-old soul bone removed, which would have caused your strength to decrease."

"Otherwise, you could kill those two guys in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

"Unfortunately, I am now weak and powerless, and I have no soul bone to compensate you..."

Hearing this, Reynolds, having served in the Spirit Hall for so many years, certainly understood what it meant.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, it's all my fault, how could I dare to ask for compensation?"

"It was His Highness the Holy Son who saved the lives of my entire family. I am willing to give him a piece of ten-thousand-year-old soul bone to repay his kindness."

Lin Yu smiled, brushed the dust off Reynolds, and laughed, "Haha, how could I accept that?"

Lingyuan Douluo looked at the two old foxes with a sneer, but also felt a little envious of Lin Yu.

I haven't even collected all my soul bones yet, even though I'm a Title Douluo.

You, on the other hand, come over for a meal and get a free soul bone, and it's even ten thousand years old! It's infuriating to compare yourself to others.

"Come, Your Highness, this way please."

Reynolds led the way, taking the two to his room. He went to his desk and activated a mechanism.

The floor ahead rumbled, revealing a hidden passage about one meter long and wide.

Go down the stairs, through layers of buildings, and you'll arrive at a heavy iron gate.

Pushing open the iron gate revealed a hidden world: piles of gleaming gold soul coins, as high as small mountains, shimmered dazzlingly in the candlelight.

This is only the first layer.

This journey has broadened Lin Yu's horizons; he's truly impressed by the capabilities of those in charge.

Lin Yu followed him to the last floor, which was only the size of a room, with only a soul bone in the center, shining brightly.

Reynolds took it down and handed it to Lin Yu, explaining, "This is a left arm bone from a 30,000-year-old Golden Bear."

"It was originally prepared for Lei Lie, but I think he would be honored if it could help His Highness the Holy Son improve his strength."

Lin Yu merely glanced at the soul bone in his hand before storing it in his storage space.

Lin Yu had seen many things along the way, all sorts of odds and ends, and tentatively asked, "I wonder if Bishop Lei has any ten-thousand-year-old whale glue?"

Ling Yuan: !!!