Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

All six are ten thousand years?

Is this even human? This completely defies common sense in the world of Soul Masters!

Jian Chen's original intention to teach Lin Ye a lesson was shattered at this moment by the six black spirit rings.

However, the shock was not over yet.

Lin Ye looked at Jian Chen, who was completely stunned, and sneered:

"Don't rush, there's one more."

Then the seventh spirit ring slowly appeared.

It's a 100,000-year soul ring!

The moment the red spirit ring appeared, Jian Chen was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

He stumbled back three steps, panting heavily, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

He was an 89th-level Soul Douluo who had never even seen a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, while his opponent, a Soul Saint, actually possessed a 100,000-year-old Soul Ring!

On the viewing platform.

Chrysanthemum Douluo gripped the railing tightly with both hands, his face filled with shock.

"Ten thousand years... the seventh spirit ring is ten thousand years..." Chrysanthemum Douluo muttered incoherently.

Even as a titled Douluo, his ninth spirit ring was only a black spirit ring that had lasted for tens of thousands of years.

This kid has not only leveled up more than ten times in the past six months, but also brought back a 100,000-year soul ring?

Bibi Dong sat in the chair, outwardly calm, but inwardly she was not at peace.

She stared intently at the red spirit ring.

Bibi Dong herself has a 100,000-year spirit ring, so she knows very well how terrifying her physical strength and mental power are required to absorb a 100,000-year spirit ring.

Lin Ye achieved this at level 70!

"What exactly is this kid's body made of?" Bibi Dong thought to herself, secretly alarmed.

She looked at Lin Ye in the center of the field, and a thought popped into her mind.

"Since this kid was able to obtain a 100,000-year spirit ring, his future achievements will definitely surpass mine. If the Spirit Hall is handed over to him, he will absolutely be able to unify the continent."

In the center of the field.

Lin Ye stretched his neck, making a cracking sound as his bones rubbed together.

He looked at Jian Chen, who was terrified, and beckoned with his finger.

"Uncle, stop standing there and get started, I'm in a hurry."

Jian Chen swallowed hard, realizing he had met his match today.

Facing a monster with six ten-thousand-year spirit rings and one hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, any probing or holding back is tantamount to courting death.

If he doesn't go all out, he might not even have a chance to make a move.

"Let's give it our all!"

Jian Chen bit his finger, using the intense pain to wake himself up.

He gripped the greatsword tightly with both hands, frantically pouring his soul power into the blade without reservation.

Then, the eighth spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly shone with a blinding light.

Without any hesitation, Jian Chen launched his strongest attack.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Greatsword Heavenly Punishment!"

Jian Chen raised the massive black sword with both hands, and as his eighth spirit ring shone, the air behind him distorted.

A phantom giant sword, thirty meters long, rapidly materialized above his head.

This giant sword was formed entirely from compressed soul power, and sharp air currents surrounded the blade, cutting deep grooves into the granite ground.

Jian Chen's face was pale, and veins bulged on his forehead. Maintaining this soul skill required a large amount of soul power.

"Holy Son, prepare to be challenged!"

Jian Chen roared, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed down fiercely at Lin Ye.

The illusory giant sword, thirty meters long, descended from above with the force of Mount Tai crashing down on Lin Ye's head.

This attack was extremely powerful, enough to instantly kill an ordinary Soul Douluo.

Lin Ye stood still, looking up at the giant sword that was crashing down on him.

Instead of dodging, he let out a sneer.

"Using your eighth soul skill right off the bat? Can't you handle this?" Lin Ye taunted loudly.

"I'm standing right here, am I that scary to you?"

Before he finished speaking, the sixth spirit ring beneath Lin Ye's feet lit up instantly.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Evil Tiger Annihilation Strike!"

Lin Ye didn't make any unnecessary movements. He simply raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and casually swung it out to meet the falling giant sword.

"Whoosh!"

With this wave of his hand, the surrounding dark purple evil energy and violent lightning instantly converged in his right hand.

A blackish-purple slash, fifty meters long, appeared out of thin air!

This slash was composed entirely of extremely compressed evil energy, lightning, and wind-attribute power.

The slash cut through the air with incredible speed.

Jian Chen's eyes widened instantly as he stared at the fifty-meter-long, dark purple slash.

"What?!" Jian Chen shouted in despair in his heart.

next second.

Two terrifying energies collided head-on in mid-air.

However, Lin Ye's dark purple slash easily sliced ​​through Jian Chen's thirty-meter-long illusory giant sword.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

Jian Chen's proud eighth soul skill couldn't even last a few seconds against the Evil Tiger Annihilation Strike. It broke in two and then exploded, turning into countless soul power points that dissipated into the air.

Lin Ye's dark purple slash, its power undiminished, continued to fly forward at incredible speed, heading straight for Jian Chen's chest.

Jian Chen was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

He quickly held the massive physical sword in front of his chest, trying to block the powerful blow.

"boom!"

The dark purple slash slammed heavily onto Jian Chen's greatsword.

A violent burst of lightning and evil energy instantly engulfed Jian Chen.

"puff!"

Jian Chen felt an irresistible force crashing into him.

The greatsword flew out of his hand, and a muffled cracking sound came from his chest as bones broke.

He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, then flew backward.

He flew dozens of meters before crashing heavily to the ground, creating a large crater in the granite floor.

He then twitched twice in the pit, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from his serious injuries.

All of this happened extremely quickly.

Lin Ye slowly lowered his right hand, yawned, and said with a bored expression:

"Too weak, it's not even a warm-up."

The arena was completely silent.

Only Jian Chen's broken greatsword fell to the ground in the distance, making a crisp clanging sound.

On the viewing platform.

Chrysanthemum Douluo gasped sharply, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"One move...one move and he defeated an 89th-level Soul Douluo?" Chrysanthemum Douluo said in shock.

He knew Lin Ye was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

That's the eighth soul skill of an 89th-level Soul Douluo! Even an ordinary Title Douluo wouldn't dare to be so arrogant as to break it with a casual wave of one hand.

This kid's attack power has completely reached the threshold of a Title Douluo, or even stronger!

Bibi Dong sat in the chair, looking at the unconscious Jian Chen, feeling very satisfied.

She turned to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo and said calmly:

"It now seems that opponents at the Contra level pose no threat to Lin Ye. His current strength is sufficient to confront a Title Douluo head-on."

Bibi Dong stood up and gestured with her chin towards Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Elder Ju, you go up next. Use your Title Douluo strength to test his limits."

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately stood up straight and abandoned his usual carefree attitude.

"Yes, Your Holiness. I was just thinking the same thing. I want to see just how many more surprises this kid can bring me."