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Ning Fengzhi and his group, who had retreated far to the safety of the valley, watched helplessly as the earth-shattering thunder subsided in an instant.
Then, Xuan Hao, exhausted, knelt down in front of the huge dragon skull.
For a moment, everyone's heart was in their throat, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
However, due to their fear of the unknown and terrifying power, no one dared to take even half a step closer.
Ning Fengzhi frowned, keenly sensing the unusual behavior of Gu Rong and Yu Luomian beside him.
He turned his head, looking at Gu Rong, whose face was deathly pale and whose forehead was still beaded with cold sweat, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Uncle Gu, what happened?
How come you..."
Gu Rong took several deep breaths, his usually arrogant eyes now filled with horror.
He stared intently at Xuan Hao in the distance, his voice trembling slightly:
"Feng Zhi, you don't have a dragon-type martial soul, you can't sense it.
Just a moment ago... that kid Xuan Hao suddenly unleashed an extremely strange and terrifying sense of oppression!"
"The moment that aura appeared, my level 95 soul power completely dissipated as if it had encountered its natural enemy!
I couldn't even move a finger!"
Gu Rong clenched his fist with lingering fear, his tone revealing a deep sense of powerlessness:
"That was a superior aura that absolutely surpassed all dragons!
Feng Zhi, can you understand?
It wasn't that my soul power couldn't resist, but that my proud Bone Dragon Martial Soul couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance at that moment!
I could only obediently submit and wait for death!"
Hearing this unbelievable description, even Ning Fengzhi, who was usually as steady as a mountain, was completely dumbfounded.
"How is this possible?!"
Ning Fengzhi stared wide-eyed in disbelief:
"Although Xuan Hao's Golden Dragon Martial Soul is domineering, it does indeed exert some bloodline suppression on your Martial Soul, Uncle Gu.
But there is a huge gap in Soul Power between you, more than twenty levels!
Faced with such an absolute difference in cultivation, his level of suppression is simply not enough to affect the operation of your Soul Power as a peak level 95 Douluo!"
"That's why it feels so strange!"
Gu Rong shook his head with a wry smile.
"Even though that aura has disappeared, my soul power is still in a near-stagnant state, unable to condense smoothly at all. That thing just now... it definitely couldn't have been emitted by his Golden Dragon Martial Soul!"
While the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School members were speculating about Xuan Hao's trump card with astonishment and uncertainty, no one noticed that Yu Luomian, standing not far from them, was in an extremely stiff posture.
His eyes were bloodshot from extreme fear, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He seemed completely frozen, and even moving an inch was a luxury!
As a Soul Douluo possessing the mutated Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul, the bloodline suppression that Yu Luomian endured under the Dragon God's might was far more terrifying and pure than that of Gu Rong, whose Bone Dragon martial soul was!
He was now exerting all his strength just to maintain his consciousness.
Time passed by, second by second, in this eerie and oppressive stillness.
Xuan Hao, standing before the massive skull in the distance, had completely settled into a cross-legged position, his eyes tightly closed.
Strands of violent blue-purple lightning emanated from the enormous skeleton, flowing like rivers into the sea, continuously converging between Xuan Hao's brows and entering his body.
One hour later.
"boom--!"
As a dazzling blue-purple electric light erupted from Xuan Hao's body, the lightning that had been flowing like liquid on the massive ancient dragon skull, which was as large as a small mountain, dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although it hadn't completely dissipated, anyone who wasn't blind could see that the primordial power contained within the skeleton had significantly weakened.
Xuan Hao slowly opened his eyes, lightning flashing in them.
He exhaled a long breath, feeling the explosive power within his body, and couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth turn up wildly.
Level 75!
Just by absorbing the remnant soul of this ancient true dragon, his soul power soared by five levels, which was comparable to absorbing a 100,000-year soul ring!
The physical and mental strength that he had lost due to the forced fusion of the golden and silver dragons had not only been fully restored, but even his already abnormal physical strength had been further enhanced to an extremely terrifying level under the tempering of the true dragon lightning!
Xuan Hao clenched his fist, feeling the violent power coursing through his fingertips.
He was absolutely confident that if he fought Yu Luomian again, he could crush that old bastard!
"You audacious madmen! What have you done to my sect's sacred artifact?!"
Just as Xuan Hao was immersed in the joy of his sudden increase in strength, a furious roar with eyes wide open suddenly came from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a violent thunderclap, Yu Yuanzhen, who had returned, fell from the sky like a blue meteorite, directly hitting a spot less than ten meters away from Xuan Hao!
As soon as he landed, when Yu Yuanzhen saw the huge dragon bone that seemed to have been drained of its soul and was dim in light, his cloudy old eyes instantly filled with blood vessels, and he completely fell to the brink of rage!
"Sect Master Yu, please don't get agitated. I didn't do anything."
Faced with the fury of the level 95 Title Douluo, Xuan Hao calmly stood up, spread his hands innocently, and began his signature nonsense:
"I was just curious and came over to take a closer look at your sect's sacred artifact.
Who knew... that there was actually an ancient dragon soul hidden inside this skeleton?
And this dragon soul seemed to take a liking to me at first sight, and without saying a word, it directly offered itself to me. I couldn't stop it!"
"You're talking nonsense! Utter rubbish!"
Yu Yuanzhen was so angry that his beard bristled.
"How could an ancient dragon soul willingly sacrifice itself for a mere brat like you?!"
"If you don't believe me, then see for yourself."
Xuan Hao shrugged.
The next second, for the first time in front of everyone, Xuan Hao unleashed all of his soul rings without reservation or restraint!
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz..."
Accompanied by a series of deafening hums of soul power, seven soul rings rose up one after another from Xuan Hao's feet.
Yellow, purple, red, black, black, black!
And the seventh soul ring, which was last in line and represented the true form of the martial soul, finally rose slowly at this moment and hovered above Xuan Hao's head.
It wasn't a pure, deep black, but a strange black ring that exuded an aura of extreme destruction and whose surface was crackling with countless violent blue-purple lightning bolts!
The quality of this spirit ring can no longer be defined or measured by the conventional terms of "ten thousand years" or "one hundred thousand years".
Because it wasn't obtained by hunting soul beasts at all, but was forcibly constructed using a wisp of the resentful remnant soul of that ancient Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex under the Ice Dragon King's methods!
After this ancient dragon soul completely merged with Xuan Hao's golden dragon martial soul with boundless potential, the dragon soul, which had been dead for countless years, actually gained incredible growth potential once again within this young body!
Just like how Xuan Hao used the dragon soul in that mutated Dragon Blood Fungus to condense that fourth soul ring that could evolve infinitely, the seventh soul ring on his head that was radiating lightning was also a "growth-type soul ring" that could continuously evolve as his cultivation level improved!
However, at this moment, neither Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, nor Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Dugu Bo in the distance had any intention of studying what kind of strange creature his seventh soul ring was.
All eyes were fixed on Xuan Hao's third soul ring, which emitted a dazzling blood-red light and carried a terrifying, suffocating pressure!
Yellow, purple, red...
red? !
A 100,000-year-old spirit ring!!!
Everyone present, except for Na'er, the "Silver Dragon King" who knew the whole story, and Xiao Wu, who already knew that it was her mother's sacrifice, had their minds completely shut down the moment they saw that dazzling red light!
The entire room fell silent!
This kid... his third spirit ring... is 100,000 years old?!
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