At the sight of Yun Chuan's nine fully-formed soul rings, every person from the Four Great Clans erupted in astonishment.
"Title Douluo!"
"How can there be such a young Title Douluo?"
"And with two ten-thousand-year soul rings!"
"Wait! Blue Silver Grass! His martial soul is Blue Silver Grass?!"
"Unbelievable! This soul can be cultivated to Title Douluo?!"
They began to believe that the shared surname "Tang" was a coincidence—this young man was definitely not from the Clear Sky Sect.
One by one, those sitting rose, unwilling to sit while facing a Title Douluo. Even the clan leaders, normally immovable as mountains, stood out of respect. A true Title Douluo, no matter how weak, deserved it.
Moreover, the leaders guessed Yun Chuan was no Clear Sky Sect member—Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer were unrelated. Cultivating Blue Silver Grass to Title Douluo showed the power backing this young man was extraordinary. Better to befriend than offend him.
At under forty years old, becoming a Title Douluo was awe-inspiring; these clan elders, themselves only Douluos far past their prime, felt their own lives paled beside him.
Seeing their sudden respect, Yun Chuan mused that in this world, people judged purely by soul rings—no clearer sign of strength existed.
He could have faked nine fully red ten-thousand-year rings or even million-year rings by Five Elements power, but that would be absurd. The current best soul ring distribution—last two being fully red ten-thousand-year—was already extravagantly believable.
The display silenced the gathering.
Previously arrogant, the four clan leaders now softened. Bai He, Min Clan Chief, smiled wryly, "We lacked foresight—facing a Title Douluo in person is humbling." He bowed courteously. The others followed with respectful salutations.
They were no fools—no one rashly provoked a Title Douluo.
Though admittedly, they had behaved rudely earlier and had to apologize to keep peace.
Yet Yun Chuan showed a faint, sardonic smile: despite saving Bai Chenxiang, his being mistaken for Clear Sky Sect caused this confrontation. Being forced to reveal his martial soul—who did they think he was?
While he understood their grudges against Clear Sky Sect, that didn't mean he had to forgive or overlook their accusations.
Facing their submission, he said with a half-smile, "I've long admired the famed single-attribute four clans. Since you are all present, let today be the day—you shall spar with me. Win or lose, this is settled."
The four leaders' expressions shifted. Not out of fear—the single-attribute Douluos' strength was incomparable. Four of them together could slay any Title Douluo.
But fighting a young Title Douluo without reason was pointless—refusing could cause hostilities.
They glanced at each other and Bai He nodded, "Since you propose it, we four shall accompany you. Please!" He gestured formally.
The crowd left the great hall while the four leaders and Yun Chuan headed out to an open arena.
"Tang Chuan—martial soul Blue Silver Grass, 91-level fierce attack Title Douluo!" Yun Chuan casually announced—a customary show of levels before contests.
He had concealed his Blue Silver Grass, but the nine glowing soul rings radiated terrifying power.
Opposite him stood the Four Clan Chiefs, feeling the weight of a peerless young Title Douluo's presence.
(End of Chapter 106)