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

Everyone in the audience had their eyes fixed on Lin Ye on the stage.

The two dazzling purple millennium soul rings were still suspended in mid-air, stinging the eyes.

Before everyone could recover from the immense shock of their first and second spirit rings being both millennium-old,

The third soul ring slowly rose from beneath Lin Ye's feet.

It was a pure, black halo!

Profound! Oppressive! Terrifying!

The moment the black spirit ring appeared, a violent pressure swept across the entire battle arena.

Immediately afterwards, the audience erupted in chaos!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Black...black! Am I fucking blind? That's a black spirit ring?"

"Ten thousand years! The third ring takes ten thousand years! Is this something a human could do?"

"I must be dreaming! Slap me! How could this be?!"

One of the trainees was clutching his hair with both hands, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, shouting incoherently.

The people next to them stared wide-eyed, drooling without them even noticing.

"Monster! This is a monster!"

"His first spirit ring lasts a thousand years, the second a thousand years, and the third a mere ten thousand years! What kind of freakish physical condition is this? Isn't he afraid of being burst by the energy of the spirit rings?"

"No wonder! No wonder His Holiness the Pope took him as his personal disciple! Who can compare to his talent!"

Everyone finally realized what was going on.

They previously thought His Holiness the Pope had made a mistake in choosing a useless pretty boy.

Now it seems the Joker was actually themselves!

With this soul ring configuration, not to mention the Martial Soul Academy, you can't find another one like it in the entire history of Douluo Continent!

At this moment, Yan, standing on the other side of the Soul Arena, was completely dumbfounded.

His once arrogant and mocking face was now as stiff as a stone.

His eyes were fixed on the black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring at Lin Ye's feet, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

impossible!

That's absolutely impossible!

Yan roared madly in his heart.

How could a level 38 Soul Master possibly absorb a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?

When he absorbed his fourth spirit ring, he almost died from overeating in his pursuit of the maximum lifespan.

This kid is only at the third level, how can he absorb for ten thousand years?

It's fake! This is absolutely fake!

A surge of intense jealousy and resentment rushed to Yan's head, causing him to completely lose his mind.

"An illusion! This is definitely an illusion!"

Yan pointed at Lin Ye and roared at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking.

"Lin Ye! Don't try to fool us with these tricks! The third ring of eternal youth? Do you think we're all idiots?"

"This is definitely an illusion created using some special substance! I'll personally expose your true colors as a fraud today!"

Yan simply didn't believe it was true; he thought Lin Ye was just playing tricks.

Hu Liena, sitting in the audience, looked at Yan, who was already somewhat frantic, and shook her head helplessly.

She knows that feeling all too well.

Yesterday in the main hall, when she first saw Lin Ye's soul ring configuration, her reaction was no better than Yan's.

This is truly beyond the realm of common sense.

But she knew very well that this was definitely not a trick; it was a genuine ten-thousand-year soul ring!

This time, Yan really bit the hand that feeds him.

"This is troublesome."

Hu Liena sighed inwardly, knowing that Yan was about to suffer a great loss.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing in the corner, let out a cold laugh.

Looking at the shocked and distorted faces around her, she felt a surge of pleasure.

Weren't you laughing heartily just now?

Why aren't you smiling now?

As she gazed at the figure on the stage, surrounded by a dark purple aura of evil, her eyes shone with growing adoration and infatuation.

On the Soul Battle Stage, Lin Ye listened to Yan's furious roar and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"A smokescreen?"

Lin Ye looked at Yan with disdain:

"Senior Brother Yan, is it really that hard to admit that someone else is excellent?"

"Since you think this is a smokescreen, then you try it yourself and see if it can beat you to a pulp!"

"You're asking for it!" Yan was completely enraged.

His soul power erupted wildly, and the Flame Lord Martial Soul let out a deep roar.

"First Soul Skill! Hellfire Lava Burst!"

Yan roared and swung his arms forward violently.

A mass of dark red magma instantly condensed in front of him, transforming into an incredibly thick torrent of magma, carrying terrifying heat and a powerful aura, and hurtling straight toward Lin Ye!

Wherever this torrent of lava passed, even the air was burned and distorted, emitting a sizzling sound.

"Holy crap, Brother Yan's serious!"

"That's Yan-ge's powerful single-target attack! I wonder how that kid is going to deal with it?"

The audience below the stage gasped in surprise.

However, facing the oncoming torrent of lava radiating terrifying heat, Lin Ye made no attempt to dodge.

He stood there, upright, with a cold gaze.

"With this temperature, you dare call it hellish lava?"

Lin Ye snorted coldly and slowly raised his right hand.

The phantom of the Dark Demon God Tiger behind him let out a deafening roar.

Dark purple evil energy and violent lightning instantly converged wildly on Lin Ye's right fist.

"Break it!"

Lin Ye didn't use any soul skills; he simply attached his soul power to his fist and punched the thick torrent of magma!

Boom!

A deafening roar exploded on the Soul Fighting Arena.

To the astonishment of everyone present, Lin Ye's punch, imbued with lightning and evil energy, actually shattered the torrent of magma from the middle!

Hot lava splashed everywhere, landing on the ground of the Soul Arena and burning out charred pits.

Lin Ye stood still, not taking even half a step back.

His clothes didn't even have a single burn mark.

The entire audience gasped again.

"Damn! He shattered Brother Yan's first soul skill with a single punch?"

"What the hell is this physical strength? He didn't even use any soul skills!"

"Monster! An absolute monster! That was an attack from a level 49 Soul Master!"

The audience was completely stunned.

A level 38 Soul Master, without using any Soul Skills, shattered the Soul Skill attack of a level 49 Soul Master with a single punch.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it!

Yan on the stage was utterly horrified.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Ye, who was completely unharmed, and was horrified.

How is that possible!

Although his first soul skill is not the strongest, its power should not be underestimated.

How could this kid be shattered with just one punch?

"I don't believe it! This is definitely sorcery!"

Yan roared, and the second yellow spirit ring beneath his feet lit up instantly.

"Second Soul Skill! Granite Rock!"

With Yan's angry roar, heat waves surged above the Soul Arena.

Huge, fiery granite boulders appeared out of thin air and crashed down on Lin Ye with the force of Mount Tai.

Each of these rocks weighs thousands of pounds, and combined with the terrifying speed and high temperature of their descent, their power is extremely frightening.