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

Ju Douluo, exhausted, rubbed his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in his temples.

Thirty thousand years!

Does this kid have no concept of time limits?

He was a titled Douluo, a level 95 power-attack type, and his fourth spirit ring was only a little over four thousand years old, less than five thousand years old.

You're just a lowly Soul Master who's only reached level 40, yet you dare to aim for a 30,000-year Soul Ring for your fourth Soul Ring?

This isn't just being bold, this is downright insane! It's like trying to get yourself killed by holding a lantern in a latrine!

"Kid! Wake up!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice rose several decibels, and a hint of impatience crept into his uniquely feminine tone.

"This is no joke! The impact of spirit ring energy doesn't care if you're a genius or not! Once it exceeds your body's limit, the only outcome is that you'll explode and die—not even a god can save you!"

"What will I say when His Majesty blames me? How will I explain to His Majesty that you've caused him to lose such a once-in-a-millennium genius?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo is really anxious.

He thought highly of Lin Ye, and could even be said to admire him.

This kid has extraordinary talent, a calm and steady temperament, and is decisive in killing. He is simply a born strongman.

Given time, it will surely become another pillar supporting the Spirit Hall!

If such a precious gem were to lose himself by absorbing a spirit ring, then Ju Huaguan would become a sinner of the Spirit Hall for all eternity!

However, Lin Ye's expression remained unmoved despite Chrysanthemum Douluo's earnest persuasion.

His gaze remained fixed on the three-eyed Thunder Tiger, which exuded an aura of destruction, his burning desire and possessiveness only intensifying.

"Elder Ju, I know you mean well."

Lin Ye turned his head and looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.

"However, you should also know that I am different from ordinary Soul Masters."

"I'm level 20, a Great Soul Master, and my first and second Soul Rings are both of thousand-year quality."

"I am level 30, a Soul Master, and my third Soul Ring is 15,000 years old."

"I'm already level 40, and my physical strength far surpasses that of other Soul Masters at the same level, even exceeding that of ordinary Soul Kings! My mental power has even reached the Soul Saint level!"

Lin Ye spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone firm:

"A 20,000-year soul ring is the limit that teachers prepare for ordinary geniuses, but I, Lin Ye, am not an ordinary genius."

Lin Ye suddenly sneered and said:

"Thirty thousand years feels just right to me. I could even endure even more!"

"You...you're a madman!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was so angry that his fingers trembled as he listened to Lin Ye's outrageously arrogant words.

This kid is completely impervious to reason!

He admitted that what Lin Ye said was true; the kid's physical and mental abilities were indeed abnormally abnormal.

But theory is theory, and practice is practice!

The energy levels of a 15,000-year-old soul ring and a 30,000-year-old soul ring are not even in the same league!

The difference between these two is greater than the difference between a thousand years and ten thousand years!

"Lin Ye, listen to my advice. Let's keep searching. We're sure to find a soul beast around 20,000 years old with the same compatible attributes. There's no need to take this risk, really no need!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo is still making a final effort.

However, Lin Ye shook his head directly, interrupting him.

Elder Ju.

Lin Ye's eyes sharpened, revealing a ruthlessness and domineering nature that emanated from his very bones.

"My mind is made up, and no one can change it!"

He stared intently into Yue Guan's eyes, his voice becoming low and deep.

"Today, I'm going to take the spirit ring from this Three-Eyed Thunder Demon Tiger. Unless..."

"I will die here."

"..."

Looking into Lin Ye's eyes, Chrysanthemum Douluo was completely speechless.

He saw in those eyes a kind of madness that would not give up until the goal was achieved.

He knew that anything he said next would be useless.

This kid has made up his mind, and nothing can change it.

What should I do?

Should we forcibly knock him unconscious and take him away?

No.

Yue Guan immediately rejected the idea.

Putting aside the question of how I will explain this to His Majesty when I return, I'll be left wondering what to say.

Lin Ye's words, "Unless I die here," were enough to make him hesitant to act rashly.

This guy is definitely a man of his word.

If I were to forcefully stop him, I would probably completely enrage him, causing him to harbor resentment towards me and even towards the Spirit Hall.

That would be a huge loss.

At this moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo's mind was racing with thoughts.

Reason told him that he should stop this madman immediately; that was the safest course of action.

But his intuition was telling him something else.

The boy in front of me seems to truly be able to create miracles.

He broke with convention time and time again, doing things that were far beyond what ordinary people could understand.

Two thousand-year soul rings... a third ten-thousand-year soul ring... possessing the mental power of a Soul Saint at level forty...

All of this proves that he is a monster that cannot be measured by common sense.

Perhaps... he really is confident?

A crazy idea suddenly sprouted in Chrysanthemum Douluo's mind.

Take a gamble!

I'm betting this kid can create another miracle that will shock everyone!

If they win the gamble, the Spirit Hall will gain a peerless prodigy with unlimited potential, who may even surpass Your Majesty in the future!

If you lose the bet...

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!

It will definitely succeed!

Thinking of this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's tense body suddenly relaxed, and the anxious look on his face slowly faded away.

He looked at Lin Ye and sighed deeply.

A bitter smile appeared on that effeminate face.

"You little brat... you really are the nemesis sent by heaven to torment me."

He shook his head helplessly, then his eyes sharpened, and a terrifying aura belonging to a Title Douluo soared into the sky.

"Never mind!"

"You just wait, kid! Today, I, Chrysanthemum Pass, will play along with this madman!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice suddenly became high-pitched and sharp.

"I hope you're really confident, and not just playing with your life!"

"If you dare die here, even if I go to hell, I'll drag you out and beat you up again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chrysanthemum Douluo no longer hesitated.

He flashed forward and stood directly in front of Lin Ye, facing the three-eyed Thunder Demon Tiger that exuded overwhelming ferocity alone.

"You beast, behave yourself!"

With a cold shout, Chrysanthemum Douluo unleashed nine spirit rings that instantly rose from beneath his feet!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Two yellow, two purple, and five black!

The terrifying pressure emanating from the nine spirit rings caused the entire valley to tremble!

The moment those nine spirit rings appeared, Lin Ye was instantly shocked.

This is a Title Douluo!

This is the man who stands at the very top of the Soul Master world!

Even from behind Chrysanthemum Douluo, Lin Ye could clearly feel the powerful pressure emanating from the nine spirit rings.

Facing this oppressive aura, the Three-Eyed Thunder Demon Tiger let out an uneasy growl.