Chapter 19 Million-Year Soul Ring! Zhao Wuji Dies Tragically!
Driven by his survival instinct, Zhao Wuji used his last ounce of strength:
"Stop...you can't kill me!"
"The person behind me... is Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!"
He stared intently at the white-robed youth who remained calm and collected throughout, and then invoked his greatest backer.
In his view, the title "Haotian Douluo" was enough to intimidate any powerful figure on the continent.
However, Qian Daobai merely glanced at him indifferently.
"Tang Hao?"
"So what?"
With a casual remark, it was as if the name Tang Hao was no different from any random cat or dog on the street in his ears.
The moment the words fell.
An indescribable aura rose from Qian Daobai's body.
That was not soul power, but it was far more vast and ancient than any soul power.
Then, one lap, two laps, three laps...
Ten spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet and spiraled upwards.
There is no yellow, no purple, no black, and certainly no red.
As far as the eye can see, there are ten dazzling rings of gold!
Each soul ring was as if forged from divine metal, radiating an immortal brilliance that illuminated the entire Sunset Forest as if it were daytime.
That golden light seemed to contain the supreme laws of the beginning of heaven and earth, causing all things to submit to it.
Qian Renxue's breathing stopped the moment she saw the first golden spirit ring.
When all ten golden spirit rings appeared, she was struck dumb, frozen in place.
Her mind went blank.
As the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and the inheritor of the Angel God, her understanding of spirit rings far surpasses that of most people in the world.
Ten years of white, a hundred years of yellow, a thousand years of purple, ten thousand years of black, and a hundred thousand years of red.
This is the ironclad rule of the mainland, the cornerstone of all Soul Masters' understanding!
But the scene before her eyes shattered her entire worldview, which she had built up since childhood!
gold...
Ten...million-year spirit rings?!
This thing, which only exists in the oldest myths and legends, is now appearing vividly before my eyes.
She tried to ask something, but found that her throat felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make a sound.
A shiver, originating from the depths of my soul, spread throughout my limbs and bones.
Her hands and feet were completely numb.
So... there really are people who can be this powerful.
So this is the true power of Master.
"You...you..."
On the other side, the moment Zhao Wuji saw those ten golden spirit rings, the fear in his eyes reached its peak.
His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"How...how could you...be so powerful?"
What power this is!
God?
No, even a legendary god couldn't possibly possess such a terrifying soul ring configuration!
At this moment, Zhao Wuji finally understood what kind of being he had provoked.
He couldn't even feel regret; his mind was filled with endless fear.
He felt the white-robed youth's gaze fall upon him.
There was clearly no murderous intent.
But Zhao Wuji felt as if his soul had been frozen.
His limbs became incredibly stiff, and he couldn't even move a finger. He could only wait in despair, like a fish on a chopping board, for his judgment to come.
What Haotian Douluo, what Immovable King, all become a joke in front of these ten golden spirit rings.
The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything; with his last ounce of strength, he managed to squeeze out a few dry syllables from his throat.
"I...I am a Soul Saint...You cannot kill me."
He said this without any confidence, and even he found it laughable.
There is indeed an unwritten rule in the world of Soul Masters on the mainland: Soul Saint-level experts are the backbone of any faction and should not be easily lost.
Rules are meant to constrain mortals.
The young man in white robes before them was clearly beyond the realm of "mortals".
Qian Daobai finally shifted his gaze from the soul rings to Zhao Wuji.
But it was just that one look that made Zhao Wuji tremble uncontrollably.
"Buzz—"
His mind was in a whirl, all his senses were being stripped away by that invisible pressure, and all that remained in his ears was this monotonous buzzing.
That force pressed down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, and even his soul groaned.
He wanted to struggle, to beg for mercy, to do something, but found that he couldn't even move a finger.
All will to resist vanished instantly under that gaze.
Only the most primal and intense will to survive was screaming wildly in my heart.
I want to live!
I must survive!
He regretted it.
He really regretted it.
Why should I listen to that little bastard Ma Hongjun? Why should I stand up for him and seek revenge?
Now look what's happened; he failed to avenge himself and is about to lose his own life.
If he could turn back time, he would never have stepped out of Shrek Academy's territory!
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
Qian Daobai seemed to see through all the regret and fear in Zhao Wuji's heart, but he did not give Zhao Wuji any chance.
He simply raised his right hand slowly, extended a finger, and gently touched Zhao Wuji on the ground.
A pure, golden soul force condensed into a line and shot out from his fingertip.
The golden light wasn't moving fast; Zhao Wuji could even clearly see its trajectory.
But his body was pinned to the spot by an invisible force, and he could only watch helplessly as the golden light, a symbol of death, magnified in his pupils.
"No--"
A final thought flashed through my mind.
Golden light entered his brow.
In the blink of an eye, this renowned Immovable King, a level 76 offensive Soul Saint, was like a sand sculpture being weathered, disintegrating inch by inch from the inside out, turning into the most insignificant dust, and completely disappearing without a sound.
It scattered with a gust of wind.
It was as if he had never existed in this world.
Qian Daobai withdrew his finger, and the ten golden soul rings beneath his feet disappeared as if they had never appeared.
He turned around, looked at Qian Renxue who was still in a daze beside him, and a smile appeared on his face.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Qian Renxue's body trembled violently, as if she had been startled awake from a bizarre dream.
She opened her mouth, her throat was dry, and it took her a long time to find her voice.
"Master...Master...that...that is..."
She wanted to ask if it was a million-year soul ring, and if there were ten of them.
But when the words came to my lips, I felt that the question was so pale and powerless.
The facts were right in front of her, leaving her no choice but to believe them.
Qian Daobai reached out and gently rubbed her head.
"The road ahead is long, and you will see many more interesting things in the future."
"Let's go back."
"...Yes, Master."
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