Chapter 38

Dai Weisi paused, then smiled and said: "Zhu Yun, you also release your martial soul."

Zhu Yun nodded, then immediately released her Netherworld Spirit Cat martial soul.

Under her feet, two yellow soul rings rose, and Zhu Yun's slightly gentle voice also sounded:

"Zhu Yun, martial soul Netherworld Spirit Cat, twenty-ninth rank Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Dai Weisi also immediately said:

"Dai Weisi, martial soul White Tiger, thirty-first rank Strength Attack System Battle Soul Elder!"

Exchanging reports of martial soul strength is the basic etiquette on the battle soul platform.

After stating his soul power level, Dai Weisi looked at Dai Xiyu's expression.

Unfortunately, on Dai Xiyu's face, there was no panic as he had imagined.

Still calm and composed, as if she weren't standing on the battle soul platform but was leisurely drinking afternoon tea at the home dining table.

This discovery made Dai Weisi frown, feeling doubtful in his heart.

He didn't understand why Dai Xiyu could still be so calm.

Suppressing a hint of irritation, Dai Weisi's smile faded, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiyu, you should also announce your soul power."

Dai Xiyu's mouth corner lifted slightly, and he turned his head to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing understood, and she spoke first:

"Zhu Zhuqing, eleventh rank Agility Attack System Battle Soul Master."

After Zhu Zhuqing finished speaking, Dai Xiyu smiled lightly and released his martial soul.

"Dai Xiyu, martial soul White Tiger, thirty-sixth rank Strength Attack System Battle Soul Elder."

The White Tiger phantom condensed behind him, three soul rings swirling beneath his feet.

Yellow, purple, black!

Three rings, Soul Elder, ten-thousand-year third soul ring!

Instantly, the whole place erupted in an uproar!

Even the Star Luo Emperor was startled to his feet.

Nine years old, thirtieth rank—what does that mean?

Unprecedented!

In the entire history of the Douluo Continent, there has probably never been a soul master who could reach thirtieth rank at nine years old.

Moreover, if I heard correctly, Dai Xiyu just said his level is thirty-sixth rank.

Nine years old, thirty-sixth rank!

Even the Hidden Offering, whose strength reaches ninety-sixth rank, showed a look of shock.

As strong as the Hidden Offering, at nine years old he was still under twentieth rank.

And, nobody has forgotten.

Half a year ago, Dai Xiyu was only seventh rank!

More precisely, just half a month ago, Dai Xiyu was still only in the twenty-something ranks.

That is to say, in half a month's time, Dai Xiyu actually jumped up ten ranks!

However, soul power is not the most outrageous.

That jet-black third soul ring, like ink, is what is truly shocking.

For the third soul ring, the vast majority of soul masters can only absorb a thousand-year soul ring.

And Dai Xiyu actually broke the bodily limits of soul masters throughout history, absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring for his third ring.

Thirty-sixth rank soul power, ten-thousand-year soul ring.

At Dai Xiyu's age, possessing either one of these is already a rare existence in the world.

And Dai Xiyu has both—what an extraordinary monster!

However, among the nobles present, there are also many knowledgeable and powerful individuals.

For example, the Hidden Offering and the Star Luo Emperor.

They simultaneously thought of a possibility: that Dai Xiyu's soul power should have been affected by the soul rings.

The thousand-year and ten-thousand-year soul rings that exceed the limit's absorption also gave Dai Xiyu's soul power a tremendous boost.

Precisely for this reason, Dai Xiyu could reach the terrifying thirty-sixth rank at nine years old.

The Star Luo Emperor came to his senses and slowly sat back in the main seat.

He already could foresee that, when Dai Xiyu becomes the next Star Luo Emperor, he will bring what kind of prosperity to the Star Luo Empire.

In a hundred years, perhaps the Star Luo Empire could also produce a ninety-ninth rank peerless Douluo.

However, thinking about these now is still too early.

If he dies midway, that talent would no longer be talent.

Even if Dai Xiyu's talent is extraordinary, the Star Luo Emperor will not change his principles because of it.

Dai Xiyu, still can only rely on himself.

Rely on himself to vie for the throne, rely on himself to survive, rely on himself to become a peerless powerhouse.

The Star Luo Emperor always believes that only those who emerge from tempering are true powerhouses.

Under the protection of a flowerpot honey jar, one will not truly become strong.

At this moment, the most shocked is Dai Weisi, who is the opponent.

Gazing at that jet-black third soul ring, Dai Weisi practically felt his worldview suffer a severe impact, doubting whether he was dreaming and whether what lay before him was real.

After a while, he finally came to his senses and exclaimed:

"How is it possible, Dai Xiyu, how could you possibly possess a ten-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Fake, it must be fake!"

He could no longer maintain the bottleneck, hysterical roar, face flushed red, eyeballs suffused with bloodshot.

Dai Xiyu remained calm, as if looking at a clown, gazing down at him with Dai Weisi's familiar condescending stare.

He slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Surprised? I actually think it's ordinary. As long as one works hard enough and adds a bit of luck, anyone can do it."

"I was just lucky; while hunting soul beasts, I happened to encounter a dying ten-thousand-year soul beast."

"When absorbing the soul ring, I was still just lucky—not dying in the Star Dou Great Forest, that's all."

Everything Dai Xiyu said was pure fabrication, plus a bit of humblebrag.

However, no one present could doubt what he said.

That pitch-black ten-thousand-year third soul ring lay before him, enough to dispel any doubt.

Dai Weisi was like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, roaring madly:

"Bullshit! If effort could produce such an effect, I'd already be level forty!"

Dai Xiyu, unhurried, countered:

"Otherwise? You think who has innate soul power level seven and who only has level two?"

"If you had time, you'd look for your own reasons—over these many years, has your soul power increased, have you put in effort cultivating?"

This sentence instantly broke the defenses of everyone present under level thirty.

Yet even so, no one could refute a single word.

Dai Xiyu's innate soul power and current strength are laid out there.

Who dares say Dai Xiyu's current achievements are solely due to high talent?

And who dares say Dai Xiyu is just luckier?

Everyone present, if willing, could easily have their elders help them obtain a thousand-year soul ring as their second soul ring.

However, everyone on the continent knows.

Absorbing a thousand-year soul ring at rank twenty is almost a near-death experience.

So, no one dares to gamble, nor even wants to.

Compared to that minuscule miracle, life is what matters most.

From this one can see how great a price Dai Xiyu paid when absorbing this thousand-year second ring and ten-thousand-year third ring.

And Dai Xiyu, upon finishing that sentence, turned his gaze toward Dai Mubai.

As expected, Dai Mubai's forehead veins bulged, his face flushed red, and he almost wanted to rush onto the stage and bite Dai Xiyu to pieces with his teeth.

Dai Mubai and Dai Xiyu differ in age by only one month, and in talent, Dai Mubai far surpasses Dai Xiyu by countless times.

Yet despite that gap, Dai Mubai's soul power is nearly twenty levels lower than Dai Xiyu's.

Dai Xiyu saying that was nothing but a furious slap to Dai Mubai's face.

Usually he calls himself hardworking, but behind his back he calls Dai Xiyu a waste.

In the end, the true waste who only knows how to eat, drink, and play is Dai Mubai himself.

Just as expected.

After saying that deliberate jab at Dai Mubai, a notification reappeared in the upper left corner of Dai Xiyu's vision.

(End of chapter)