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Chapter 475.

"Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?" Yu Yuanzhen hesitated. "After all, he's the benefactor of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. You all know that my martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—it leans towards overwhelming strength and dominance. What if I accidentally hurt him?"

Hearing this, several members of the Shrek team couldn't help but show strange smiles.

Yu Yuanzhen's strength—rank 96, paired with a top-tier Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul—was among the best even within the Titled Douluo class. He was incredibly strong, not far behind Sword Douluo in strength.

Wang Feng glanced at Ning Fengzhi and thought to himself, 'This old fox… He's just trying to get Yu Yuanzhen to personally test my current strength, huh?'

Tang San hoped Wang Feng would become the Tang Sect's main pillar.

And to Wang Feng, that wasn't a bad idea. As the Grand Elder of Tang Sect, his position would be equal to the Grand Worshiper of Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu in the future. Well… Though, his current strength wasn't quite at Qian Daoliu's level just yet.

"It's fine." Ning Fengzhi waved it off with a grin. "With me here, I can treat any injuries! Sect Master Yu, please feel free to go all out! Besides, this kid has incredible self-healing abilities—you can rest easy."

Wang Feng: "..."

Wang Feng glanced at Yu Yuanzhen and thought, 'Last time, when I was the White Pontiff, I used the Qiankun Cauldron. It suppressed martial souls, making it impossible for any Titled Douluo to bring out their full power, reducing their strength by 30–40%. Without the Qiankun Cauldron, in my current Chaos Green Lotus form, defeating him isn't going to be as easy. Damn, my cauldron is just too powerful.'

'Back then, I needed it to unlock my bloodline power and stand toe-to-toe with multiple Super Douluo. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to defeat Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, or Yu Yuanzhen.'

"Very well." Yu Yuanzhen stood up and said boldly, "Wang Feng, if you can exchange blows with me, and I see that strength for myself, then our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will fully support Tang Sect. Let the three great clans unite—to face Soul Hall together!"

"No problem," Wang Feng replied calmly.

The group moved into the inner courtyard's square. Recently repaired, this square was specially reinforced to accommodate duels between high-level soul masters.

After all, the destructive power of such combatants was far too great for an ordinary arena.

"This time, we'll really get to witness Brother Feng's strength," Tang San muttered to himself. "Back in the Star Dou Great Forest, everything happened so fast and strangely—I didn't really catch anything…"

Indeed, in the Star Dou Great Forest during the battle against Phantom Death Douluo, Wang Feng's victory was entirely thanks to the Red Lotus Karmic Flame.

His other abilities were nearly useless against that enemy. If not for the Red Lotus, Wang Feng might not have been able to do anything to Phantom Death Douluo.

In the center of the square, the ground—made of dense black stone and reinforced with rare metal—glowed faintly with a dark sheen.

Yu Yuanzhen stood on one side, staring across at Wang Feng. His gaze was deep and focused.

He'd long heard the name Wang Feng—since Jiu Yikai. Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin of his clan had both been defeated by him. Back then, he thought Wang Feng was just a gifted young soul master.

But now, it was clear, calling him a "genius" was no longer enough.

More than level sixty, yet comparable to a Titled Douluo in strength? That was simply absurd and unprecedented.

However, Yu Yuanzhen had no intention of holding back. From his body, nine soul rings slowly lit up, and the mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul emerged. Electric-blue lightning crackled violently, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.

Everyone watched with bated breath.

Yu Yuanzhen was a renowned Titled Douluo across the continent, and the Grandmaster's own father. His power needed no introduction.

Wang Feng exhaled slowly, calculating his options. With a flick of his hand, the Golden Lotus appeared—followed by a flash of light as a black soul ring emerged.

"[Deification]!" As Wang Feng spoke, the Golden Lotus shimmered and morphed—vanishing in a flash before transforming into the Black Lotus, still wrapped in a pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring.

"[Lotus of Thorns]!" Moments later, the Black Lotus shifted again, changing into the God Killing Spear. With the weapon in hand, a faint wave of shadowy energy pulsed outward from Wang Feng's body.

Suddenly, a crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring bloomed around the God Killing Spear.

"[Soul Devouring Blood Wings]!"

As his state completed, the aura around him intensified—and the soul rings slowly faded from view.

Everyone watching was stunned.

"A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!" Grandmaster gasped. "Xiaofeng also has a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?"

Even the teachers, no strangers to incredible feats, were taken aback.

Tang San had one due to Xiao Wu's sacrifice—a rare and deeply emotional event.

But for Wang Feng, how could he have acquired a hundred-thousand-year soul ring at this level?

And didn't his fourth soul ring used to be only sixty thousand years? When did it become this powerful?

"In the past five years…" Grandmaster murmured, "Xiaofeng must've had some serious training—and some tremendous opportunities."

He had noticed the gradual growth in Wang Feng's soul rings before. Originally, his first soul ring was only 1,000 years old purple ring—now, it had reached the ten-thousand-year threshold. Grandmaster was well aware that soul rings generally couldn't increase in age… 

But perhaps Wang Feng was an exception and had encountered some fortunate oppurtunities.

"Good kid…" Ning Fengzhi clapped with excitement. "Five years, and now he's got a hundred-thousand-year soul ring? And it evolved from a black ring? Back then, the soul ring on his spear was only ten thousand years!"

He grinned. "I knew this boy wouldn't stay the same after five years. Still don't know how he even escaped the Supreme Pontiff Palace!"

For Ning Fengzhi and the –others, this was their first real appearance of Wang Feng since that time. Though Tang San and the others had met him in the –Star Dou Great Forest, it was different now.

The battle there had been chaotic, fast-paced—hard to truly grasp what Wang Feng was capable of.

Now, all eyes were on the square.

Tang San especially couldn't help recalling the time the White Pontiff had fought Yu Yuanzhen at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's headquarters.

Back then, Yu Yuanzhen hadn't used his Martial Soul True form—instead, he'd relied on a six-ring fusion technique and had nearly overwhelmed the White Pontiff. But ultimately, he still lost.

Now… 

Wang Feng was at full strength. His aura surged wildly, like a sleeping beast now awakened.

The God Killing Spear pulsed with power, wrapped in a one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring. 

It wasn't just raw age—the ring itself had been elevated by a system-granted soul ring, which was originally meant to awaken a second soul ability.

But strangely, no second ability had appeared.

Instead, the enhancement effect of his [Soul Devouring Blood Wings] had been doubled.

Right now, the amplification of Wang Feng's strength from his current state surpassed even the increase given by his blood mark like –powers.

Plus, with a new one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring, even if Wang Feng hadn't fully tapped into its potential, the raw boost it brought to his own strength was undeniable.–

In fact, his current power level—thanks to this latest soul ring and the enhancements over the past five years—was now greater than his past self as the White Pontiff.

However, there was one major difference— 

Without using the Qiankun Cauldron, his ability to suppress other Titled Douluo dropped significantly.

So against Yu Yuanzhen, his strength—although higher overall—was not overwhelmingly superior.

Wang Feng's eyes focused sharply, and in the blink of an eye, his body shifted—

He entered the mysterious [Slow World] state!

This time though… 

Something felt different.

Wang Feng had entered the [Slow World] many times before—

But now, his spiritual power had advanced far beyond its previous limits.

It wasn't just intangible thought anymore. His spiritual energy had solidified—

Not just as a vague mist or aura… but a flowing stream of consciousness, like living water.

Add to that, the "Former Word Secret" technique he'd been cultivating—

A method that tapped into the laws of the universe itself—

And the [Slow World] began to evolve in ways even Wang Feng couldn't fully comprehend.

There was a deep resonance now between his body and the world around him.

His perception stretched, reacting not just to movement and pressure…

But to intent.

A chill passed through the square as his aura deepened, and everyone watching sensed the change—

Wang Feng wasn't just faster. He was transcending it.

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