Bai Yuan himself didn’t expect that once he started killing, he wouldn’t be able to stop.
The third Evil Soul Masters fell; the fourth tried to run, but was stabbed through the back by his sword.
The fifth tried to use a Soul Beast as a meat shield, but Bai Yuan bypassed the dazed Soul Beast and slashed his throat directly.
The sixth, the seventh…
In the end, he even cleared out more than half of the out-of-control Soul Beasts in passing.
The dark red ground was littered with corpses lying in every direction.
The stench of blood was so thick it was choking.
Bai Yuan stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, blood still dripping from the blade of his qinchen sword, as he gasped for air.
He looked down at his hands, then at the corpses covering the ground, and a thought popped into his mind.
Wait, how did I kill them all?
In the distance, a Soul Master who was still alive watched him, dumbstruck.
The man was covered in wounds, half-kneeling on the ground with a broken sword in hand, his eyes full of disbelief.
“You…
you…” the Soul Master opened his mouth, his voice trembling.
“How did you kill everyone on this side so quickly?” Bai Yuan looked up and gave him a glance.
The Soul Master instinctively shrank back.
He had seen the speed at which this child killed people very clearly.
It wasn’t just fast; it was getting faster and faster.
Every strike was swifter than the last, and every enemy fell more cleanly than the one before.
By the end, the child’s figure was as fast as a streak of light, making him difficult to even track.
“One strike and…” the Soul Master muttered, his eyes glazed.
“How can he be so fast?” Further away, another Soul Master leaned on a spear, struggling to climb out of the pile of corpses, his voice hoarse.
“He…
how is he getting faster and faster?” “Is this a characteristic of his Martial Soul?” Han Tianyi muttered as he watched Bai Yuan grow faster and faster within the environment.
“This child…” “I thought he had a Body Martial Soul.” “Such speed is rare among Tool Soul Masters.” From the depths of the sky, Han Tianyi’s voice finally rang out.
It was old, carrying a hint of approval and a touch of emotion: “A child worth teaching, a fine sprout indeed.” Bai Yuan looked up and shouted toward the sky, “Elder Han, is the trial passed?” “It is,” Han Tianyi’s voice held a trace of amusement, “however…” The space before him began to ripple once more.
“Since you’ve handled this stage so well, let’s move on to the next.” The old voice came from all directions, carrying the leisure of someone watching a good show.
“Let me see just how far you can go.” As soon as he finished speaking, the space in front of him became like a lake with a stone thrown into it, ripples spreading out from the center.
In the center of the ripples, seven figures slowly emerged from the depths of the mirror, turning from ethereal to solid as the illusion gradually granted them flesh and blood.
Bai Yuan instinctively gripped the qinchen sword in his hand.
The phantom of the Golden-Haired Mastiff appeared by his side, growling with its mane standing on end.
The first person to walk out was an old man dressed in golden robes with silver embroidery, his hair and beard completely white.
The moment his Martial Soul possessed him, a sharp light erupted from his eyes.
His entire body was covered in a layer of fine golden scales, his hands turned into sharp claws, and a massive long tail covered in scales and spikes trailed behind him.
Every step he took carried a crushing sense of oppression.
Bai Yuan’s pupils shrank slightly.
This was the Golden Crocodile King, a top-tier Beast Spirit.
The second person stepped out of the mirror, having deep blue short hair and smoke-blue eyes.
With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he had a handsome appearance and wore an azure-blue robe.
After releasing his Martial Soul, he transformed into a massive Azure Phoenix soaring and crying out in the sky.
The third person followed closely behind.
He was a golden-haired muscular middle-aged man, his entire body burning with a scorching aura of flames.
Every step carried a violent pressure as a massive Blazing Lion roared beside him!
Bai Yuan narrowed his eyes, his mind working rapidly.
The old man in golden robes, the Golden Crocodile King.
The blue-haired man, the Azure Phoenix.
The golden-haired man, the Blazing Lion.
Spirit Hall.
This is the Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago.
Gold Crocodile Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Lion Douluo.
The three High Priests of Spirit Hall.
Soul Ring halos began to rise beneath their feet.
Not nine…
wait, are there nine?
No, Bai Yuan blinked and saw the halos beneath their feet clearly.
Yellow, Yellow, Purple—three rings lit up.
Bai Yuan: “…” What does this mean?
Three Titled Douluo level Old freaks are fighting him with only three rings?
“These are the three High Priests of Spirit Hall from twenty thousand years ago,” Han— Tianyi’s voice drifted over leisurely.
“But don’t worry, I’ve suppressed their strength to match your number of Soul Rings.” “Three rings against three rings, fair and square.” Bai Yuan’s mouth twitched.
Three-ring Titled Douluo?
That’s still a Titled Douluo!
Even if the number of Soul Rings is suppressed, their combat experience, use of Martial Soul Abilities, and control over their Martial Souls—which of these isn’t at an overwhelming level?
Han Tianyi seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled.
“What, are you afraid?
Weren’t you killing quite happily just now?” Bai Yuan took a deep breath, gripped the qinchen sword, and stared at the three figures radiating terrifying auras.
The Golden-Haired Mastiff beside him bristled and growled, battle intent burning in its golden vertical pupils.
“Afraid?” Bai Yuan’s mouth slowly curled into a grin.
“Elder Han, you’re just giving me free experience.” Gold Crocodile Douluo’s cold vertical pupils locked onto Bai Yuan.
The golden scales shimmered with a cold metallic luster in the light of the illusion.
“How many years has it been…” Gold Crocodile Douluo spoke, his old voice carrying a certain nostalgia that spanned across time and space.
“I didn’t expect that there would still be a young person standing before this old man.” Azure Phoenix Douluo didn’t speak, only slightly raising his chin as his smoke-blue eyes looked down at Bai Yuan as if looking at an ant.
Lion Douluo was much more direct; the flames all over his body suddenly exploded, and a scorching wave of air rushed at him.
“Enough talk, let me see what this kid is made of!” Before his voice had even faded, the second purple Soul Ring beneath Lion Douluo’s feet suddenly lit up, and he transformed into a ball of burning fire, lunging straight at Bai Yuan!
His speed was astonishingly fast, and the scorching temperature caused the air to distort.
Bai Yuan did not retreat.
With a movement of his feet, the bonus from the Star Soul exploded completely at this moment.
His figure moved through Lion Douluo’s flames like Gui Mei, and the qinchen sword drew a silver-white arc in the darkness.
Clang!
The sword’s edge collided with the golden claws, sending sparks flying in all directions!
Gold Crocodile Douluo had blocked Lion Douluo’s front at some point, his claws covered in golden scales firmly clamping onto the blade of the qinchen sword.
His cold vertical pupils stared at Bai Yuan, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly in a hint of approval.
“Good speed, kid.” Bai Yuan felt a massive force coming from the sword, making the web of his thumb go numb.
Even as a three-ringed Gold Crocodile Douluo, his strength was still ridiculously powerful.
Is this the foundation of a Titled Douluo?
“However—” Gold Crocodile Douluo suddenly exerted force, and the massive power flung Bai Yuan away!
Bai Yuan flipped twice in the air and landed steadily, his feet carving a deep mark into the ground.
He looked up at the three figures slowly approaching him.
Gold Crocodile Douluo was in the center, the scales of the Golden Crocodile King shimmering with the luster of death in the light.
Azure Phoenix Douluo was on the left, azure-blue wings faintly visible behind him.
Lion Douluo was on the right, flames churning incessantly around him.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath and pointed the tip of his sword at the three of them, the curve of his mouth growing wider.
So what if they are three-ring Titled Douluo?
Before the Star Soul, and before the World-Bearing Fireseed…
…everyone is prey.
“Come.” With a movement of his feet, Bai Yuan’s figure disappeared once more.