Douluo Dalu:Divorcing Ning Rongrong–Why Did She Refuse to Consummate?

It turned out to be a Soul King?

Tang San stood there, facing Tianya, the powerful figure who had suddenly revealed his Soul King identity. His heart was like a reef buffeted by huge waves, filled with indescribable shock in the tempestuous sea.

His pupils constricted sharply in that instant, and his consciousness clearly perceived the strength of the person in front of him at that moment.

Tang San swallowed hard and thought to himself, "I actually cursed a Soul King. Am I going to be in big trouble?"

Tianya's gaze was cold and provocative. Looking at Tang San's slightly trembling legs, the corner of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile, as if watching a play. He taunted,

"Kid, weren't you quite arrogant? Come on, if you're so capable, hit me."

Lao E looked at Tang San, and the cowardly look on Tang San's face gave him a perverse sense of pleasure, as if he was enjoying watching a small beast cornered.

"Tianya, stop teasing the poor wretch. I think this kid is about to wet his pants."

Tang San stood there, his body trembling slightly, his eyes revealing fear and unease.

Xiao Wu and the others' gazes rested on Tang San, and a barely perceptible contempt showed in their eyes. They had originally had some expectations of Tang San, but at this moment, those expectations had turned into disappointment.

"Don't let them go. They roasted me."

On the ground, Bu Le's voice was like a withered leaf scorched by fire, hoarse and full of pain. His face was distorted by extreme pain, and every muscle was telling of his suffering.

"Roasted where?"

"Down there."

Bu Le's voice was tinged with a bit of hoarseness and an unconcealable humiliation. He answered almost through gritted teeth.

"Pfft."

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun's suppressed laughter finally burst out. His laughter carried a sense of relief.

Chen Feng, Gu Long, and Oscar couldn't help but laugh out loud as well. Even Xiao Wu, who usually remained calm, was now pursing her lips, showing a rare smile.

"Bu Le, you're really in a bad state. We'll avenge you."

Lao E stood beside Tianya, saying with a serious expression.

As his voice faded, his body trembled slightly, and five soul rings quietly emerged, surrounding his body. Arranged in the order of one white, two yellow, and two purple, the colors and arrangement of the soul rings silently announced his strength - this was a Soul King above level 50 who should not be underestimated.

Two Soul Kings?

Tang San's pupils dilated sharply.

One Soul King was already a formidable enemy for them;

Let alone two Soul Kings. They were absolute formidable opponents, far beyond the scope they could currently contend with.

The original laughter froze in an instant. Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Xiao Wu looked at each other, their expressions changing from relaxed to solemn.

Two Soul Kings, their strength was truly a tough nut to crack.

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting through the dust on the dilapidated street. Every grain of sand trembled in the fluctuation of soul power, as if telling of the approaching storm.

"Kid, you probably don't know the strength of a Soul King, do you? How come you're not afraid?"

Lao E stared at Chen Feng, the only one in the whole place who remained calm, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashing in his eyes.

Chen Feng stood there, his posture as straight as a pine. His eyes revealed a sense of detached confidence.

"You, this useless control - type Soul King, are not even worth my attention."

He smiled faintly, with a hint of disdain in his smile, as if the Soul King in front of him was nothing but dust in his eyes.

"What? You can tell at a glance that I'm a control - type?"

Lao E's face changed slightly, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes. He didn't expect that his martial soul type had been seen through by Chen Feng at a glance.

This feeling of being seen through made an uneasiness well up in his heart, as if everything about him was in the hands of the other party.

"With Chen Feng here, what do we have to be afraid of?"

Xiao Wu reacted immediately. A flash of excited light appeared in her eyes, and her voice was full of trust in Chen Feng.

"That's right. What's a Soul King?" Ma Hongjun also puffed out his chest.

Tang San, however, remained silent, his brows tightly furrowed. He knew in his heart that the consequences of offending a Soul King were no joke.

Chen Feng stood there, his figure like an unsheathed sword, with its sharpness contained but still hard to hide.

"A mere Soul King is nothing. This Tianya guy, I can take him down within ten moves."

His voice carried a bit of calmness, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

The people around couldn't help but gasp in unison when they heard these words. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Defeat a Soul King within ten moves?

This must be a pipe dream.

However, observing Chen Feng's expression, his gaze was firm, and there was not a hint of joking on his face, as if he was simply stating a common occurrence.

"Kid, you're young, but don't be too cocky. Looking at your age, you're not over fifteen, and at most, you're only in your twenties in terms of soul power level." Tianya sneered, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't believe Chen Feng's words.

In his opinion, Chen Feng was just using big talk to cover up his inner fear and trying to save a bit of face in front of everyone.

Inwardly, Chen Feng scoffed at this. Instead of being annoyed by Tianya's mockery, he became even more confident.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of Tianya's martial soul - that broken blade, Chen Feng had already envisioned the entire battle in his mind.

Although he said he could defeat the opponent within ten moves, he knew that three or five moves would be enough to make Tianya taste defeat.

The narrow room was undoubtedly a restriction for Tianya's broken - blade martial soul, which required a vast space to be fully utilized.

Tianya's brows furrowed slightly. With an indifferent expression, he stepped out of the gloomy room and onto the spacious street.

Here, at least, he could give full play to the power of his martial soul.

Chen Feng followed closely behind. The two figures stood facing each other on the street, like two solitary swords, and the atmosphere between them was extremely tense. (At this time, the others were still in Bu Le's room.)

"Kid, show your soul rings." Tianya's voice was like the cold wind of a winter night, piercing and cold.

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth lifted slightly. The smile was almost imperceptible but exuded an unfathomable confidence.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm and forceful:

"Don't be shocked later."

As soon as the words fell, soul rings began to appear around Chen Feng's body.

The first purple soul ring slowly rose. The light it emitted seemed to condense the steadiness of a thousand years, commanding respect.

Subsequently, the second purple soul ring lit up, and its light was even more dazzling.

Tianya had maintained a bit of composure at first, but when he saw the three - thousand - year and five - thousand - year soul rings on Chen Feng, his eyes widened instantly, and his shock was palpable.

Soul rings of this level were simply an unimaginable luxury for a self - taught soul master like him.

A complex emotion welled up in Tianya's heart, a mixture of envy, jealousy, and an indescribable sense of frustration.