Douluo: Seven Asuras

A ten-thousand-year-quality fourth soul ring!

Unless granted by a divine trial, no ordinary soul master could ever hope to absorb a ten-thousand-year ring at their fourth breakthrough.

Well, there was one exception: Tang San.

But Tang San was an enemy, not a friend. There was no way Chen Feng could allow himself to fall behind him.

Beneath the shroud of night, the originally unremarkable purple soul ring surrounding Chen Feng deepened in color as he accelerated his absorption.

With the transformation granted by the four celestial herbs, his body had undergone a complete metamorphosis. Even while fully unleashing his strength, absorbing soul power without restraint, there was still no sign that his body had reached its limit.

Gradually, the color of the soul ring shifted from deep purple to black.

Only then did Chen Feng finally feel that the energy flow had reached saturation.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the pitch-black fourth ring now circling him, joy flooding his heart.

But the delight didn't last long—he still wanted to test the true limits of his endurance.

"Ten thousand years isn't enough. I want more!"

Chen Feng made up his mind and continued increasing the soul ring's age.

This was the true strength of a God-bestowed Soul Ring—as long as one's body could handle it, even a single year more could be freely sought after.

Even better, the ring's final attributes would be the most compatible with his martial spirit.

In contrast, hunting soul beasts didn't allow such freedom. While soul beast hunts could yield soul bones, the probability of a drop was extremely low.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Feng halted the absorption.

Yes—absorbing a divine soul ring was just that smooth. From ten years to ten thousand, it had taken him barely a quarter of an hour.

Raising a hand, he wiped the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. The instant the soul ring reached his physical limit, he had forcibly stopped. Even so, the overwhelming surge of energy had caused some internal backlash. Thankfully, it wasn't serious.

His current soul ring configuration: Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.

And the fourth soul ring—the one symbolizing Soul Ancestor level—had reached an astounding 13,000 years in age!

To put it into perspective, even the most elite direct descendants of major clans, even with optimal ring allocations, would typically reach ten thousand years only with their fifth ring. Yet Tang San's fourth ring had already surpassed that benchmark by three thousand years!

If any other soul master were to witness this, they'd surely cry out in disbelief: "Monstrous!"

His Seven Kill Sword let out a crisp hum, pulsating with dazzling blue light as if it too were rejoicing in the addition of its powerful new ring.

"Let's try out this new fourth soul skill!"

Chen Feng's eyes gleamed with anticipation. What kind of earth-shaking power would a 13,000-year ring grant?

Clang!

Raising his hand, the Seven Kill Sword released waves of sword aura.

Within a ten-meter radius, fallen leaves lifted into the air, wild grass rustled in agitation, and tree branches quivered violently. Deep grooves were carved into the ground from the unleashed force.

Buzz—!

He activated his fourth soul ring.

In that instant, the surrounding killing intent erupted, magnified by some mysterious force.

Leaves shredded into confetti, the grass and branches were reduced to dust—all annihilated by the raging sword aura.

And that wasn't the end.

Chen Feng raised his sword and stabbed toward a rock wall seventy to eighty meters away.

Whoosh—!

A beam of blue sword light shot forth like a lightning bolt, slamming into the cliffside!

The solid rock crumbled like tofu, leaving behind a pitch-black hole, so deep and sharp that one couldn't see the bottom even with one's face pressed against it.

This overwhelming display of power drew the attention of the distant Dugu Bo, who rushed back at once.

From afar, he bellowed:

"Who goes there?!"

He thought some unknown soul master had trespassed into his domain.

But when he saw Chen Feng's figure in the distance, his anger shifted to confusion.

"Old poison man, it's fine. I just had a sudden inspiration and decided to test out a technique," Chen Feng's voice called back.

Dugu Bo paused, deciding not to approach. He knew how rare moments of enlightenment were for soul masters. A single moment of clarity could lead to breakthroughs in cultivation or technique. As a Titled Douluo, he understood that better than anyone.

At this moment, Dugu Bo chalked Chen Feng's wild aura up to a moment of epiphany.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder:

What kind of soul skill did he awaken to create such destruction?

Could this boy truly be just a Soul Ancestor?

No… based on that attack, even an ordinary Soul King might not replicate the feat.

And then there were his soul rings…

Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black…

Dugu Bo's heart was filled with questions. But now wasn't the time to ask. He simply felt that Chen Feng had become shrouded in a mysterious veil—an unfathomable existence.

"Why… why does a Soul Ancestor make me feel this way?" Dugu Bo muttered in disbelief.

"I'm a Titled Douluo, dammit!"

On the other side, Chen Feng was still basking in the lingering force of that one sword strike.

With a soul skill powered by a 13,000-year soul ring—even though it was only his fourth ring—he was confident that most Soul Kings wouldn't be able to withstand it. Unless they were nearing the peak of Rank 60, they'd likely be slain on the spot.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Killing Intent Unleashed."

Yes, that was the name of his new soul skill.

It wasn't just a direct-attack ability, but an amplification-type soul skill.

Upon activation, his first strike would trigger a critical hit, dealing double damage.

For the next 30 seconds, his attack power would be boosted by 70%.

Even more impressively, this amplification would scale further as his cultivation and spirit power grew.

Chen Feng was more than satisfied. The Seven Kill Sword was all about high burst damage, and this fit his combat philosophy perfectly: kill fast, strike hard, take no prisoners.

He deactivated his martial spirit and assessed the soul power within his transformed body.

As expected, after absorbing multiple celestial herbs and the overflow from the divine ring, he hadn't just broken through to Soul Ancestor—he had directly skyrocketed to Rank 46!

The sheer boost from the herbs and the divine soul ring felt almost unreal, even to him.

And best of all?

This wasn't some hollow, unsustainable growth. Thanks to his time refining his body in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, his meridians had been reforged as though tempered by a thousand hammers—solid to the core.

Without such a sturdy foundation, how could he have possibly dared to absorb a 13,000-year soul ring?

"Old poison man! Have you gathered those herbs I asked for yet?" Chen Feng called out.

Now that he'd gained everything he came for, it was time to fulfill his promise: detoxifying Dugu Bo.

This place was a treasure trove, yes—but Chen Feng had even more important things waiting for him.

After all, he hadn't recruited a single teammate yet.

There was no time to waste.