Soul Land IV (Douluo Dalu) : Ultimate Fighting-Chapter 1276 - : Full Orange-Gold Soul Rings

Chapter 1276 -1276: Full Orange-Gold Soul Rings

History, this is history! He has created history for humankind. Never in human history has such a scenario occurred.

Six soul rings, all of them fierce beast-level orange-gold soul rings? It’s simply an unimaginable scene, yet there it was, appearing on Lan Xuanyu.

What does six rings mean? Soul Emperor! A Six-ring Soul Emperor.

But who has ever seen a Soul Emperor with six ferocious beast soul rings? Who has ever seen a Soul Emperor emit an aura on the level of a Titled Douluo?

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Ye Moyong too was somewhat dumbstruck, the orange-gold in front of his eyes seeming to dazzle him.

When he told the Sea God Pavilion Master that he was willing to give up the title of Shrek Seven Monsters, in his heart, he truly was prepared to do so. However, that did not mean he believed he was inferior to this junior of his who was more than a decade younger. He did not think that this junior would definitely surpass him in a decade or so.

Yet, as he watched the six orange-gold soul rings appear on Lan Xuanyu, all the thoughts he had before had already begun to change.

Are these soul rings that should appear in the human world? Can human Soul Masters really achieve this?

He even wanted to rub his eyes, to see more clearly.

Oftentimes, facts are cruel. But such a feeling, Ye Moyong had not experienced in many years.

Not just him, those inner court disciples who had just exchanged blows with Lan Xuanyu’s companions, including Big Sister Yu Yingxin and the Red Lotus Witch Chen Wuzhu, at this moment, the shock in their hearts was equally unparalleled, wasn’t it?

Today, they truly had brought out their strongest lineup, and yet the first five students who fought had still not managed to gain the upper hand against their juniors. But that still had not affected their belief that they were sure to win. Because there was still Ye Moyong, Ye Moyong had not yet fought, and Ye Moyong was their strongest.

Sword God Ye Moyong! How splendid the title of Sword God is. That was his title, Sword God Douluo!

His sword had no need for excessive description, simply the sword, the most basic sword as his Martial Soul. Yet, he cultivated it to perfection.

And at this moment, when everyone saw the six orange-gold soul rings appear on Lan Xuanyu, the uncertainty in everyone’s heart made them shake with shock.

The academy truly hadn’t made a groundless decision, it wasn’t made lightly! Six orange-gold soul rings, so what would his future soul rings be? Will they still be orange-gold?

If so, such an existence, even those top powerhouses in the academy’s history couldn’t compare, could they?

Even Sea God Tang San, the greatest God King in history, didn’t have so many orange-gold soul rings before he became a god!

This was also the first time Lan Xuanyu truly revealed his soul rings in front of everyone.

Confronting Ye Moyong’s nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings, he could not be cowardly. Moreover, he was not planning to remain in the academy to develop. He understood very clearly the purpose of having this sparring match today with the Sea God Pavilion Master. To become a true Shrek Seven Monster, he needed the recognition of all the powerhouses in the academy. At this time, he could no longer hide his ability. He wanted to use his own strength to tell everyone that he truly qualified to become one of the Shrek Seven Monsters, to obtain this title that carries thirty thousand years of glory for Shrek Academy.

The smile on Ye Moyong’s face disappeared, he looked at Lan Xuanyu seriously and said again: “Please, Junior.”

Lan Xuanyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, he took a step forward, and the colorful light on his body instantly blossomed. A rainbow halo covered him, and blocks of seven-colored scales instantly emerged, forming a shield. He punched out plainly and straightforwardly, heading straight for Ye Moyong.

Ye Moyong’s longsword in hand gently Thrust Up, a point of sword light shot out, like a shooting star, aiming for Lan Xuanyu.

Lan Xuanyu did not attempt to dodge. With a grasp in the void with his left hand, the Golden Dragon Spear was already in his palm. A flick of the Golden Dragon Spear, and its tip accurately pointed at that single bit of sword beam.

With a “pfft” sound, the sword beam shattered, instantly bursting into dozens of rays of light, falling toward Lan Xuanyu’s body. Each sword qi was as elusive as an antelope hanging its horns without a trace to be found.

Yet Lan Xuanyu did not dodge. To those scattered sword qi, he acted as if he hadn’t seen them, his eyes focused, his right fist unchanging, continuing to pound towards Ye Moyong, even allowing the sword qi to land on himself.

“Pfft pfft pfft…” A series of “pfft” sounds echoed as the sword qi struck Lan Xuanyu’s Seven-Colored Scales, stirring up waves of colorful halos, but not leaving even a slight mark. And at that moment, Lan Xuanyu’s right fist had already arrived.

Ye Moyong’s right-handed longsword thrust out like lightning, with the tip directly targeting Lan Xuanyu’s fist.

With a crisp “ding” sound, Lan Xuanyu’s whole body trembled violently, and in that instant, he felt an immense surge of sword intent rushing towards him, burrowing into his body.

Ye Moyong was also stiffened, hovering in mid-air. Between the two of them, an air wave surged, pushing them backwards.

This exchange, compared to the previous battles, looked almost too plain. But those with discerning eyes could see that their exchange was the true collision between powerful beings.

The first sword beam that Ye Moyong unleashed had its strongest attack power right before bursting, and after the burst, the resulting sword qi was much weaker. But “weaker” is relative. That Lan Xuanyu could stand up to such sword qi with his own scales, showcased an astonishing level of defensive power.

The following collision between sword and fist was their first real clash. Lan Xuanyu was clearly forced to step back more, all his scales lighting up, dissolving the sword intent and qi that was almost to the level of Dao as they surged into him.

But Ye Moyong did not have it easy either. Within that fist, he harbored the might of Annihilation Thunder. The terrifying explosive energy that entered his body the moment it connected almost triggered his long-suppressed cultivation to break out of control and burst forth. How could this not surprise Ye Moyong? His effort to control it was even more difficult than Lan Xuanyu’s dissolving of his sword intent.

He could never have imagined that this junior brother of his had mastered the power of elemental calamity.

With a flash of silver light, in the next instant, Lan Xuanyu was once again close to Ye Moyong. Another punch blasted out. It was head-on, not from the side or by teleporting behind him.

Ye Moyong’s longsword lifted slightly. This time, he did not choose to clash head-on. A strange scene occurred. In front of Ye Moyong, with just a flicker of his longsword, nine sword flowers had actually condensed into form.

These nine sword flowers appeared solid, blooming with dazzling brilliance. Lan Xuanyu’s punch came thundering down, the sword flowers flashed and retracted. Sword qi erupted in all directions, bursting out like a gushing well, igniting the might on Lan Xuanyu’s fist.

“Boom——”

A four-colored light exploded, and amidst the intense booming noise, hundreds of traces were instantly drawn across Lan Xuanyu’s body, with each dragon scale seemingly trembling slightly. However, the explosive power of his punch made Ye Moyong fly backwards in the shockwave.

Visually, it even seemed as if he had repelled Ye Moyong with a single punch.

This scene immediately shocked the entire audience. Ye Moyong at a disadvantage?

And just then, the Golden Dragon Spear in Lan Xuanyu’s left hand had already thrust out, spilling thousands of golden lights, which burst across the sky in an instant, with Pointed by Thousands converging into one.

After using Annihilation Divine Thunder twice in a row, he also needed a moment to recover.

Ye Moyong’s longsword pierced out, still plain and unadorned, but this time, his eyes had changed. At this moment, he had truly entered the state of combat, treating Lan Xuanyu as an equal opponent.

The sword beam vibrated, like myriad twinkling stars, “ding ding ding ding ding ding!” In the crisp sounds of collision, the two sides had clashed countless times in an instant.