52. Chess

Guimei eyelids twitched slightly. Surrounding him, the faint black mist fluctuated unconsciously, indicating that he was deeply affected emotionally.

Surprisingly, the ghost's mental state was quite stable. In contrast, most of the other spirit masters present were entangled in their thoughts.

Insanity aside, they were unlikely to escape the impact of an emotional explosion.

Yellow, yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black/Red—countless soul masters have spent a great deal of time exploring these optimal soul ring ratios. This combination of soul ring colors is effective against 99% of soul masters. Unfortunately, achieving this spirit ring ratio is a challenge for most spirit masters to accomplish on their own.

Thus, there were soul masters with a white ring, or even a white ring with a second ring. But today, what did they witness? Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings. What's more, he was in the spirit sect.

A spirit sect, who possessed a four ten-thousand-year spirit ring, now stood before their eyes.

Was the best soul ring ratio that countless spirit masters spent so much time exploring merely a grand performance?

Even titled Douluo like Yueguan and Guigui couldn't help but be momentarily stunned. For these spirit saints and titled Douluo, discerning the authenticity of a spirit ring was a simple task.

Ordinary illusions couldn't deceive them in the slightest.

Yet, it was this fact that made them even more horrified. Their fear didn't stem from the strength of the young man who surprised them. Instead, they were terrified because their usual understanding of common sense had been shattered.

If the hearts of the Spirit Hall's soul saints were filled with horror, then Duke Long Meng Shu's heart was consumed by fear. Who knew what this person is capable of.

With a wave of his hand, a colossal Spirit avatar appeared behind Meng Shu.

Underestimating one's opponent comes at a great cost.

Being well aware of this, Meng Shu didn't hesitate at all. He directly summoned his martial spirit avatar and swung his giant dragon-headed staff at Lu Yuan, as if trying to cover his face.

The young man's expression remained neither happy nor sad. As he raised his fingers, a pure silver glow emanated from his hands.

With a gentle flick, the first half of the dragon-headed staff vanished instantly.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone, the vanished dragon-headed staff reappeared behind Meng Shu's martial spirit avatar and struck it forcefully.

A sweet taste welled up in Meng Shu's throat as blood surged up. His meridians throbbed with pain.

But Meng Shu had no time to dwell on his injuries. He swallowed the blood and hastily retracted the dragon staff in his hand.

Although he didn't understand what the other person was doing, after suffering the initial blow, he wasn't foolish enough to continue attacking and suffer another defeat.

However, compared to internal injuries, it was fortunate that his true martial spirit hadn't been broken. There's a difference between willingly dispelling the Martial Spirit Avatar and having it forcibly shattered.

Voluntarily dismissing the Martial Spirit Avatar would, at most, render one in a weakened state for a short period.

Being forcibly shattered by an external force, on the other hand, not only resulted in weakness but also subjected the spirit master to the backlash from their own martial soul.

"Having already experienced the Star Shift, then... "Try this again."

The young man focused intently on his fingertips, as if nothing else deserved his attention. He lightly flicked his fingers as if catching something.

Immediately, several small bleeding cuts appeared on his arm.

Yet, the young man's face remained calm, as if he didn't even notice the wounds. He extended both hands in front of him, and his fingertips emitted a brilliant silver light. The soul power within his body plummeted, and then he exerted a forceful pull in opposite directions.

Snap!

A clear and somewhat ethereal sound reverberated.

Meng Shu's towering figure trembled as if struck by lightning, his face pale as paper.

He staggered, attempting to turn his head and look back. His gaze fell upon his torn Spirit avatar, which slowly dissipated into nothingness. Meng Shu let out a wry laugh, unable to suppress his internal injuries any longer, and spat a mouthful of blood into the sky.

His martial spirit condensed into clusters of light spots that vanished in an instant.

The violent backlash from his martial spirit caused sharp pain to surge through his meridians, and Meng Shu's vision darkened as he lost consciousness on the spot.

The faint silver glow dissipated.

Lu Yuan shook his head with regret and sighed to himself, "Too weak."

He couldn't even compare to Tang Hao, let alone ordinary Contras. Duke Long Mengshu was undoubtedly weak.

Having just passed the 80th level checkpoint, his spirit power, martial spirit, and spirit ring were all lacking dominance.

He could be considered the weakest batch of Spirt Doulou. Similar to the highly acclaimed titled Douluo, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo.

Lu Yuan leisurely walked over, dragging Duke Long Meng Shu, who was now as feeble as a dead dog, to the side of Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang, who still knelt on the ground.

"The Unrivaled Dragon Snake is now complete."

Afterward, as if recalling something, he approached Meng Yiran, who was shivering, and led her to join Snake Lady and Duke Long.

Meanwhile, Meng Shu, the highest-cultivated Dragon Lord, lay motionless on the ground, his fate unknown. Chao Tianxiang, the second highest in cultivation among them, helplessly remained kneeling. Meng Yiran, with the lowest cultivation level, stood unharmed.

Regardless, the members of the Spirit Hall didn't believe it. Wiping the blood on his forearm, the young man calmly lowered his sleeves to conceal the ugly wounds.

Squeak!

A peculiar sound rang out.

All eyes turned to Hu Liena, who held a yellow-skinned squirrel. The squirrel struggled relentlessly, as if attempting to break free.

A cunning gleam flickered in Hu Liena's clear eyes. She twisted her delicate body and approached with the yellow squirrel in her hand.

Yan couldn't help but fixate his gaze on what was happening behind her. Observing Yan's vacant expression, Xie Yue felt a slight headache and sighed.

While seeing things through to the end is important, the crucial part is actively evolving during the process.

Even if a majestic wolf fails to gain favor, a proud Moon Devouring Sirius will surely win the hearts of many.

For his sister, who had an arrogant personality, simply lowering her posture and chasing after Yan was not enough.

There was only one optimal strategy: confront his sister's pride head-on. However, this was easier said than done.

Xie Yue was well aware that in the golden generation, neither he nor the foolish Yan could overshadow his sister Hu Liena.

Since that approach was unsuccessful, Xie Yue had to prepare an alternate plan: saving the day with indirect methods.

Licking was the main strategy, complemented by flexing his muscles. He would slowly bring Yan into Hu Liena's view through a long process of building rapport, and then provide support.

Xie Yue had meticulously arranged his plan.

Unfortunately, Yan, the brainless fool, always abandoned the plans Xie Yue devised when it came time to execute them, choosing to immerse himself in his own world instead.

A hopeless case.

After taking Pikachu from Hu Liena's hand, who was no longer displayed aggression, Lu Yuan playfully turned Pikachu over and inserted his slender, white fingers into the fluffy and soft fur on its belly.

Pikachu immediately turned onto all fours, assuming a comfortable and defenseless posture.

The girl clasped her hands together and brought them close to her body, her eyes moistening as she looked at Pikachu. Her lips parted slightly as she coquettishly sighed, "You're truly amazing!"

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