After easily defeating three Soul Emperors sent by the Tiandou Empire's nobles, even these nobles realized Yun Chuan was no ordinary Soul King. His true level was at least Soul Sage—he was only hiding his soul rings.
Though they had never heard of soul skills that could hide or alter soul rings, such strange powers did exist in the myriad of soul master techniques.
Convinced Yun Chuan was at least a Soul Sage, Tiandou's nobles refrained from sending a probe and instead summoned an imperial Soul Douluo-level powerhouse to capture the audacious youth who dared strike at royalty.
Soon,
Approaching from afar while Yun Chuan was sipping tea, came a powerful aura—an elderly man with white hair, heavily wrinkled yet dignified, clad in luxurious red robes, wielding a purple-glowing sword. Eight soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—radiated overwhelming presence.
"Interesting."
Yun Chuan calmly stood, setting down his tea as the elder approached with fierce aura, "So you dispatch a Soul Douluo to subdue a mere Soul King?"
"You are not merely a Soul King," the elder said, sword trembling with danger, "I feel a lethality akin only to that of a Title Douluo. Could you truly be a Title Douluo so young?"
But how could it be?
The youngest known Title Douluo, Tang Hao, had only reached that rank at age 45. Yun Chuan appeared barely seventeen or eighteen. Rising to Title Douluo in a decade was impossible!
The elder was reluctant to believe such, suspecting either a rare technique or a cunning facade by a clever old master to hide his true age.
"You saw through me?" Yun Chuan feigned surprise, then smiled and confessed, "Alright, I'm not a Soul King."
Buzz…
With his words, soul rings began manifesting: two yellows, two purples, four blacks, one red.
Nine in total, glowing with an extraordinary aura.
Silence engulfed the scene.
Even the surrounding soldiers were stunned.
The elder stood before Yun Chuan, dumbfounded.
The space itself felt frozen under the overwhelming power.
"How about that?"
After a long moment, Yun Chuan broke the tension with a smile: "Surprised? Shocked?"
The atmosphere immediately eased.
All the bystanders exhaled deeply—they'd nearly suffocated facing a legendary Title Douluo, forgetting to breathe.
"…Sigh."
The elder bowed gratefully, sheathing his sword and dismissing his soul rings:
"I've lived over ninety years, yet today I see that no two men are truly comparable."
The gulf between Soul Douluo and Title Douluo was vast, and the elder, aged and outmatched, had no appetite for futile battle.
His ninth ring was ten thousand years old, making Yun Chuan's power clearly higher than most Title Douluos.
"May I ask your title?"
"Title?…"
Yun Chuan pretended thinking, "Just recently stepped into the Title realm—at ninety-one levels. Haven't thought of a title yet. But if I must, let it be named after my martial soul—Blue Silver."
"From now on, I am Blue Silver Douluo!"
The elder's heart wavered at Yun Chuan's playful attitude to his own title. For lower peak Soul Douluos, nearly all had dreamed of breaking through and choosing their title—even if they never achieved it.
Now this young Title Douluo treated his title as a joke, vexing an elder who'd hoped for the rank all his life.
(End of Chapter 116)