A single 100,000-year soul ring was already unimaginably rare—but now, a boy who looked no older than six was standing there with four 100,000-year soul rings glowing brightly around him!
Even Bibi Dong was shaken.
This is impossible… even if he started cultivating in the womb, this kind of speed is unheard of!
On the battlefield—
The old man felt the boy's strength rising with every breath. Around him, shocked gasps erupted from the spectators. But he still hadn't fully grasped what was happening.
When he turned to look at Shi Hao again, the sight nearly made his heart stop.
Four black, four red soul rings?! Four 100,000-year rings?!
"No… it has to be fake… this must be fake!!"
The old man's mind blanked. Distracted by the impossible scene, his foot slipped—he staggered backward several dozen steps before finally steadying himself.
Every time their strength clashed, he felt himself being pushed back harder than before.
This strength… it's overwhelming!
Every punch the boy threw carried more weight than the last. The rhythm of the battle was slipping through the old man's fingers like sand. He could no longer keep up.
Is this child… a monster?
His expression turned grim.
What terrified him most was that the boy hadn't even used any soul skills yet. It was just the raw strength from his martial soul's augmentation alone!
Left with no other choice, he finally unleashed his martial soul true body—Silver Spear.
Amid flickering light, a silver spear hovered behind him. The weapon gleamed with a cold, piercing luster. Its tip was razor-sharp, its shaft long and polished like a mirror, faintly carved with mysterious engravings. The sheer pressure it radiated warped the air around it.
From the distance, Shi Hao suddenly grinned, his snow-white teeth flashing.
Finally… something interesting.
All his earlier fights had felt like beating up straw dummies—boring, effortless. But now? For the first time, he felt just a hint of pressure.
Only a little.
As Shi Hao laughed, the first of his 100,000-year soul rings lit up.
First Soul Skill: Strength!
His body began to change.
Muscles swelled. Bones cracked and stretched. His already tall frame rapidly grew larger and broader. In the blink of an eye, Shi Hao had transformed into a giant over thirty feet tall—and he was still growing.
With each breath, his presence became more terrifying, and the very space around him began to tremble.
"What is that?! A giant?!" someone shouted in shock.
Gasps echoed all around as the crowd witnessed the transformation.
Bai Lao looked up at Shi Hao's towering figure, his scalp tingling.
Why… why do I suddenly feel like I might not walk away from this?
"Heh heh heh… now who's the 'kid,' huh?" Shi Hao laughed, pleased with his new form. Everyone had dismissed him as a child—what about now?
"Old man… come fight me!"
He grinned at the stunned elder and beckoned.
"Tch… you think I'm afraid of you?" Bai Lao sneered. "What a joke. Just some flashy soul skill!"
"Watch closely—this is my eighth soul skill!"
Unable to bear Shi Hao's mockery, the old man erupted with rage.
So you're holding back with just your first soul skill, huh? Then go to hell!
With a furious roar, Bai Lao's eighth soul ring burst into light. He poured every ounce of his soul power into one final strike:
Eighth Soul Skill: Silver Desolation Spear!
The spear danced through the air with dazzling brilliance. Its movements were unpredictable—like a dragon bursting from the sea, then suddenly a serpent spitting venom. Sometimes it was a torrential storm, raining thrust after thrust in a blinding barrage.
Then—everything converged.
The storm of spear shadows fused into one. The long spear merged with its wielder, becoming a colossal beam of silver light that pierced the heavens.
"DIE!!"
With a roar that shook the sky, Bai Lao launched his ultimate attack. With this strike, empowered by his eighth ring and true body, he could even force a Title Douluo to retreat.
This wasn't just an attack—it was his pride, his everything.
And Shi Hao?
He raised his massive arm… and threw a single punch.
Just a normal punch.
The fist and the spear collided.
A dull boom rang out—then came two thunderous explosions that rocked the world.
The flash of impact was blinding. For an instant, the battlefield was bathed in white light as if day had returned.
BOOM!
A shockwave burst outward. Thick white mist exploded in every direction, obscuring all vision.
The spectators, who had already retreated to the outer perimeter, were still caught in the blast. One by one, they stumbled backward, barely keeping their footing.
As the mist gradually faded…
Gasps swept through the crowd.
The elder's martial soul—his Silver Spear—had been snapped in half by Shi Hao's punch.
The once-proud spear now lay in two broken pieces on the ground.
And Bai Lao himself was coughing up blood, slammed into the city wall like a ragdoll. His condition was unknown—unmoving, unconscious… possibly worse.
A soul master's martial soul was tied directly to their body and spirit. For his soul to be destroyed like this—he had to be gravely injured.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "That was an eight-ring Soul Douluo! How did the kid defeat him?!"
"Have you all forgotten? That kid is also an eight-ring Soul Douluo! And he has four 100,000-year soul rings! Stop thinking of him as just a child!" someone else reminded sharply.
"Right… right! That's insane! The Clear Sky Douluo became a Title Douluo at 44 and was called the greatest genius of the continent… but this boy—he's only six!"
"He makes the Clear Sky Douluo look average!"
The crowd buzzed with disbelief.
Shock. Awe. Reverence.
A new legend was being born before their eyes.
_
Please support my patreon, patreon. com/TravelerDouluo
And get early access to my 30 advance chapters.