Chapter 187 The Twenty-One-Year-Old Eight-Ring Soul Douluo
With the help of another elder from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was able to barely keep up with Qin Mu and Ling Yuan's speed.
Watching Qin Mu advance so quickly and effortlessly without any apparent pressure, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"Qin Mu, your soul power is probably close to level 80 now, right?"
Being able to keep up with the speed of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect elders without the help of others, according to Ning Rongrong's judgment, Qin Mu's soul power is at least level 75 or higher.
"More or less."
Qin Mu had no intention of having a deep conversation with Ning Rongrong. After giving her a perfunctory reply, he ignored her and focused on heading towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Rongrong had no complaints about this; on the contrary, she was amazed by Qin Mu's cultivation speed.
In just four years, he rose from a five-ring Soul King to a seven-ring Soul Saint. Such a speed is absolutely rare, even in the history of the continent.
Moreover, Qin Mu's soul power is not simply at level 70; it is very likely at level 75 or even higher.
Only with such soul power, coupled with Qin Mu's own exceptional talent and other spiritual techniques, could Qin Mu catch up with the eight-ring elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect at the speed of a seven-ring cultivator.
Similarly, the elders of the Eighth Ring felt a sense of oppression emanating from Qin Mu.
Qin Mu didn't notice the strange look on Ning Rongrong's face; his attention was entirely focused on the road to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
If Ning Rongrong knew that Qin Mu's soul power level was not seven rings, but a terrifying eighty-eight, she would have an unpredictable expression.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's castle wasn't far from Heaven Dou City. After about an hour of flying at full speed, Qin Mu and the others could see the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's castle in the distance.
Just then, a number of people were walking out of the main gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Upon closer inspection, the person in the lead was none other than Ning Fengzhi.
Although they were far apart, Qin Mu could still see the anxiety on Ning Fengzhi's face at a glance, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong also looked worried.
Upon seeing Qin Mu and the others from afar, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were initially taken aback, but then immediately shielded Ning Fengzhi behind them as if facing a formidable enemy.
Without any communication, both of them immediately released their martial spirits.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black—the same optimal nine-ring combination appeared on both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.
At the same time, Qin Mu and Ling Yuan landed in front of the castle first, a hundred meters away from Ning Fengzhi and his group.
Seeing that both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had released their martial souls, Ling Yuan was not to be outdone and released her own martial soul as well.
In an instant, three titled Douluo with the best spirit ring combinations appeared here.
What's most terrifying is that these three are far stronger than ordinary titled Douluo; all three have a soul power of level ninety-six.
If a battle were to break out here, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's castle would likely be reduced to ruins.
What truly alarmed Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo was not Ling Yuan, who was also at level 96, but Qin Mu, who was half a step behind Ling Yuan.
Sword Douluo, in particular, could clearly feel an extremely powerful sense of pressure emanating from Qin Mu.
He had a premonition that if he were to have a showdown with Qin Mu, he might not even be able to win.
But how old is Qin Mu?!
"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, wait!"
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, Ning Rongrong and the elder finally arrived late.
After falling from the sky, Ning Rongrong quickly came to Ning Fengzhi's side. Just as she was about to speak, Sword Douluo pulled her behind him.
"Thankfully, Rongrong is alright. Sect Master, that kid is strange! Amplify my and Old Bone's power, let's take them down first!"
As he spoke, Sword Douluo assumed a fighting stance.
"Grandpa Sword! Qin Mu is not an enemy!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Ning Rongrong was about to stop Sword Douluo when...
At that moment, both Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo vanished from their original spots.
Ning Fengzhi observed Ning Rongrong and, after discovering that she was indeed unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze to Qin Mu, Ling Yuan, and Jian Gu opposite him.
Although Ning Fengzhi's strength can only be fixed at level 79 forever, his eyesight and perception are extraordinary.
In his hazy perception, he could vaguely sense that Qin Mu emanated a terrifying sense of oppression.
Ning Fengzhi also had a deep impression of Qin Mu.
He turned the tide in the All-Continent Elite High-Level Soul Master Tournament, and even fought against the renowned Clear Sky Douluo without getting injured.
Such a talented young man, if he hadn't joined Spirit Hall so early, even he would have wanted to win him over at all costs.
"Dad! Stop! They're here to help us!"
Ning Rongrong explained from the side, but Ning Fengzhi did not answer. He simply pulled Ning Rongrong to his side.
The moment he saw that Ning Rongrong was safe and sound, he knew that Qin Mu and Ling Yuan meant him no harm.
However, Ning Fengzhi also had a probing intention when facing this boy he hadn't seen for four years.
He was eager to know what had happened to this boy in just four short years that made them all feel wary of him.
As for Jian Gu's action, it was naturally with Ning Fengzhi's permission.
Of course, even Ning Fengzhi didn't dare to provoke this future pillar of Spirit Hall too much, and had instructed Jian Gu and the other two to hold back when they made their move.
In the blink of an eye, Jian Gu and his companion had arrived in front of Qin Mu and Ling Yuan.
Bone Douluo seized the opportunity and directly used his soul skill to attack Ling Yuan. After knocking Ling Yuan back, the two of them instantly distanced themselves from Qin Mu.
At this moment, only Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained in front of Qin Mu.
Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword upright in front of him, and his whole body and mind instantly relaxed.
At that moment, Qin Mu suddenly felt that what was in front of him was not a person, but a real sword!
The highest level of swordsmanship is the unity of man and sword!
In that brief moment, Qin Mu was slightly lost in thought, as if he had grasped a point he had never noticed before.
Ning Rongrong, who was not far away, even cried out in surprise, her face full of worry.
In Ning Rongrong's eyes, Qin Mu was just a seven-ring Soul Saint. No matter how talented he was, he was only a seven-ring Soul Saint. How could he possibly withstand an attack from a nine-ring Sword Douluo?
Just as Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword was about to fall, Qin Mu slowly released his own Martial Soul.
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, red.
Eight spirit rings, beyond the comprehension of spirit masters, suddenly appeared before everyone.
The moment the spirit ring appeared, the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Even the well-informed Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment, while Ning Rongrong was completely stunned.
Even Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was their opponent, was slightly taken aback. Then, everyone suddenly thought of a question.
This guy is only twenty-one years old, isn't he?
A 21-year-old eight-ring Soul Douluo with three 100,000-year soul rings?!
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