"This is my Martial Soul."
Sun Wukong presented the Golden Circlet Rod to everyone.
A two-meter-long, fire-red rod with dragon patterns carved into it, edged with golden phoenix silk, appeared in Sun Wukong's hand.
At that moment, everyone present felt a sense of divine pressure.
Especially Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer and the old man's rod Martial Soul, which seemed to sense a fear of something inherently stronger than themselves.
It was like how mice are naturally afraid of cats.
Dai Mubai, on the other hand, didn't feel much, only a sense of impending danger.
Perhaps it was because of his Beast Martial Soul; the pressure from the bloodline aura wasn't as severe as that felt by Tool Martial Souls.
"A rod Martial Soul? That shouldn't be right," Dai Mubai wondered.
Tool Martial Souls weren't like Beast Martial Souls. Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls generally had better physiques than those with Tool Martial Souls.
Yet, Sun Wukong had a Tool Martial Soul, and it was just a rod. There was no way he should have been able to one-shot him with a punch.
"This!" the old man exclaimed in surprise.
"This Martial Soul actually has a natural suppressive effect on my Martial Soul. Could it be... a Top-Tier Martial Soul!"
The old man was ecstatic. This time, they had recruited a monster among monsters for the academy. What did possessing a Top-Tier Martial Soul mean?
It meant an incredibly promising future. Possessing a Top-Tier Martial Soul meant that his innate Soul Power wouldn't be bad either.
Short-sighted, this old man likely only knew the highest level of Martial Souls was the Top-Tier Martial Soul, and he didn't know about God-Tier Martial Souls.
"Looks like I can ask Flender for a raise this time," the old man thought to himself.
Only Tang San's expression remained grim. He was relying on the Clear Sky Hammer and hidden weapons to get through to Sun Wukong. But now, the Clear Sky Hammer was being directly suppressed by the other's Martial Soul. The only means that could inflict any damage on him were his hidden weapons.
Dai Mubai, due to Sun Wukong's Martial Soul, had calmed down somewhat. To put it bluntly, he thought he could fight Sun Wukong.
He was getting ahead of himself, absolutely!
Sun Wukong looked at the others, their expressions revealing their lack of experience, and chuckled disdainfully.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Soul Power surged violently around Sun Wukong. Three jet-black Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings slowly appeared beside him.
Instantly, a surge of black light erupted, the visual impact of the three black Ten-Thousand Year Soul Rings was extremely strong.
Everyone present, except for Zhu Zhuqing, widened their eyes and felt their hearts skip a beat.
They couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes.
Three Soul Rings were all Ten-Thousand Year, and he also possessed a Top-Tier Martial Soul. At such a young age, he already had such achievements; who knows how high he'd climb in the future.
Seeing those three Soul Rings, Zhu Zhuqing felt quite conflicted. She had prepared herself to accept it, but when she actually saw it, she still felt a little uncomfortable.
If it weren't for her, he would have five Soul Rings by now.
"It's all my fault," Zhu Zhuqing's face fell, and she felt dejected, thinking she had let Sun Wukong down.
Sun Wukong noticed Zhu Zhuqing's unsightly expression and quickly retracted his Soul Rings.
It seems this girl still has some reservations. I need to recover my strength as soon as possible, Sun Wukong thought to himself.
After Sun Wukong put away his Soul Rings.
Everyone present was thinking the same thing: "How is this possible?"
In their understanding, the perfect Soul Ring configuration for a Soul Master was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
But the monster in front of them seemed to have reversed the order of his Soul Rings.
Even Ning Rongrong, the young lady who spent her days with two Super Douluo, was incredibly shocked.
His first Soul Ring was a Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring, something that ordinary Soul Masters only got at level fifty.
The second Soul Ring was even more astounding; the black light emanating from it seemed even stronger than the first, and there was a subtle feeling of destruction.
If he were allowed to grow, how terrifying would he become? A Title Douluo? Perhaps even more.
Dai Mubai's last sliver of fighting spirit had vanished completely.
He had originally thought that since Sun Wukong only had Soul Power at level thirty and his Martial Soul was just a stick, while he himself possessed a Top-Tier Beast Martial Soul and was a Soul Elder at level thirty-seven, that he could at least put up a fight.
But now, his first Soul Ring alone had a higher age than the sum of all three of his.
Is there even a comparison?
"Looks like this guy isn't to be trifled with. Should I use my status as a prince to pressure him?" Dai Mubai was calculating his own little schemes in his heart.
If Sun Wukong knew this, he would definitely laugh his head off. A prince? Even the Star Luo Emperor wouldn't be able to stop him; he'd still beat him up!
Get him angry, and he'd flip the entire Star Luo Empire!
Tang San was almost questioning life. They were both transmigrators, from the same hometown, and both had innate full Soul Power. He even had Twin Martial Souls. There was no reason his cultivation should be slower than Sun Wukong's, but the gap between them now was not just a little bit.
"How is this possible! I was cultivated with my teacher's invincible theories, why am I still worse than him!" Tang San repeated this sentence over and over in his heart, constantly questioning himself: "Is he naturally superior to me?"
"No! The Tang Sect's general principles say, as long as he's confirmed as an enemy, there's no need to hold back!"
"Sun Wukong, just you wait! Today is the day you die, and if you don't die today, I, Tang San, swear I won't be a man!" Tang San clenched his fists, making a vow in his heart.
His Dragon Whisker Needles were already made, and he was completely confident in killing Sun Wukong.
This was Tang San's confidence, but he didn't know that this so-called confidence would bring him a world of pain.
Dragon Whisker Needles kill Sun Wukong?
How could that be possible?
In the original world, there were countless bullets more powerful than the Dragon Whisker Needles. Even when they hit Kakarot, he only felt a little pain, let alone these tiny needles.
The old man had interviewed countless people over the years, and he had seen many geniuses. However, he had never seen a monster among geniuses like Sun Wukong.
"You… how… how did you do it?"
"This shouldn't be possible. The maximum absorption limit for a Soul Master's first Soul Ring is only a few hundred years. How did you manage to absorb a Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring for your first one?" The old man, his hand trembling slightly, held Sun Wukong's hand and asked him, disbelief written all over his face.
Having lived for so long, his own first Soul Ring was only a ten-year one. Seeing someone else's first Soul Ring be a Ten-Thousand Year one was bound to be a bit of a shock.
If he could pry some techniques and secret methods for absorbing Soul Rings from him, then his life would be without regrets.
"Uh." Sun Wukong was a bit dumbfounded.
Just ask the question, you don't need to hold my hand.
"Maybe... I'm just the chosen one."
"In short, the old man's favorite son, yep, that's it!" Sun Wukong shamelessly boasted.
The group also snapped out of their previous state of shock. Why?
They simply couldn't stand this guy's shameless self-praise. So what if he had good talent?
Did having good talent give him the right to be so shameless?
Sun Wukong: Sorry, but having good talent means you can be shameless.
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