"Fourth soul skill: Frost Jiao's Venom!"
"Third soul skill: Bìlín Poison Ring!"
Even against a ten-thousand-year soul beast, these toxins, while harmful, weren't enough to fully immobilize the Ice‑Frost Thunder Dragon. These two skills served merely as preparation, steadily raising the potency of her poison.
To restrain such a powerful beast required more.
After the two violet soul rings glowed, the final black ring emerged.
"Fifth soul skill: Frost Jiao Ice Corrosion!"
The fourth skill unleashed a brutal toxin; the third intensified it. The fifth merged the toxin with her soul power, triggering a devastating ice‑poison blast. This combined elemental-physical assault drove an ice spike directly through the dragon's tough exterior—proof that Dugu Yan's ice element was no joke.
The Ice‑Frost Thunder Dragon roared and shattered the ice spike with its lightning aura. Though it pushed back, its movements grew stiff, its massive legs trembling. It was panicking under some unseen force.
Soul beasts aren't prepared for poison like this.
"Excellent! It's already showing dramatic results. That beast won't last long," Yang Wudi praised.
"Indeed," Dugu Bo acknowledged, impressed that a Soul King alone could nearly incapacitate a ten-thousand-year soul beast. It was a stellar achievement for Dugu Yan.
She smirked at Yun Yibai: "Looks like I've got a strong leg to lean on!"
"Ha, I don't need you to say that!" she teased back.
Soon enough, the dragon's legs gave out—it collapsed, alive but powerless.
"Roar..." Its call was weak and desperate.
Thanks to the three soul skills and the surprise strike, it dropped a soul ring.
"A ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring—how thrilling!" Yang Wudi exclaimed.
"I've never heard of anyone getting a ten-thousand-year soul ring at their fourth ring before."
"If he truly succeeds, his future is limitless."
"Maybe even a chance at a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"
Dugu Bo watched Yun Yibai absorbing the ring, while Dugu Yan stayed by his side.
"He is the most peculiar person I've seen," Dugu Bo said.
"He's deeper, more far-sighted, talented, and acts on it."
Yang Wudi nodded—Yun Yibai didn't randomly hunt beasts. He selected targets deliberately.
"From the start, he aimed for a 2,500-year beast when he was just a level‑30, two-ring Soul Master," Dugu Bo recalled.
Yun Yibai endured soul–tearing agony to absorb the ten-thousand-year ring. Dugu Yan watched with worry; mental backlash from such a beast could be lethal.
Time passed. Yun Yibai's aura settled.
"Let's measure his spirit power!" Yang Wudi pulled out the tester.
Everyone leaned in as Yun Yibai revealed a sly smile.
"Whoa—level 48!"
That was astonishing. The three divine treasures—Fiery Jiao, Eight-Corner Xuanbīng Herb, and Watched‑Over Elixir—did not increase Yun Yibai's spirit power, but enhanced his body, lineage, and spirit endurance. The computed Spirit Power at level 48:
2 levels stored over time,
4 levels from the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone,
and the last 2 levels from the ten-thousand-year ring, bone, and excess training.
"Looks like your next ring isn't far off," Yang Wudi encouraged, patting Yun Yibai's shoulder.
"Sixteen years old, level 48!"
Dugu Bo was stunned—his granddaughter had reached level 52 at eighteen, the youngest Soul King ever. Now it seemed that the record might shift.