Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Chapter 48: Withstanding the Pressure of a Title Douluo!

He raised his head and met Yu Yuanzhen's gaze calmly, without the slightest fear.

"You're Lin Han?" A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

He had seen countless geniuses, but never such a young Soul Master, much less a prodigy capable of absorbing a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring at the second level. Seeing it with his own eyes now, he was even more shaken.

"Exactly." Lin Han said calmly, "Sect Master Yu, your son was inferior in skill, came to provoke me, and was defeated by me—that's only natural. As a Title Douluo, you disregarded your status and personally came to the Spirit Hall to demand an explanation. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

"presumptuous!"

Yu Yuanzhen was furious. The thunderous pressure around him surged instantly, transforming into a tangible bolt of lightning that fiercely suppressed Lin Han!

The full pressure of a Title Douluo is enough to make an ordinary Soul Master kneel on the spot and vomit blood!

Lin Han's eyes narrowed, and the black ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath his feet instantly lit up. He activated the Quasi-Demigod Dragon Abyss Meditation Technique at full power!

Who is he?

With so many people watching, and with the Spirit Hall and Qian Daoliu backing them up, why would they be afraid of a Title Douluo?

They directly and forcefully confronted each other!

He's now the face of the Spirit Hall!

As the Dragon Abyss Sword was drawn, golden light and lightning intertwined, and the power to ward off evil merged with the sword intent, forming a sharp sword energy barrier in front of him!

"Thunder Dragon Abyss Sword - Sword Intent Protection!"

boom!

Lightning and sword energy collided violently, and a violent energy shockwave swept across the entire area.

Lin Han took two steps back, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he remained standing firmly, his eyes still sharp as swords, showing no sign of backing down.

He withstood an attack from a Title Douluo!

The entire room fell silent!

Whether it was the disciples and bishops of the Spirit Hall, or Yu Yuanzhen in mid-air, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

A level 38 Soul Master with three rings actually withstood the oppressive force of a level 95 Title Douluo!

This is simply a fantasy!

"Good!" Qian Xunji laughed loudly, his eyes filled with pride. "Yu Yuanzhen, did you see that? This is my disciple, Qian Xunji's disciple! With only three rings, he withstood the pressure of your Title Douluo! Does your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have such a prodigy?"

Yu Yuanzhen's face was extremely ugly.

His original intention was to give Lin Han a hard time, but he didn't expect the young man to be so strong, withstanding his pressure without falling down, and instead making him lose face in front of everyone.

"Lin Han, you truly live up to your reputation." Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, his tone turning grim. "However, do you think you can make me back down like this? My son's soul ring has been destroyed; this debt must be settled!"

"Liquidation?"

"What will you use to settle accounts?"

An aged and majestic voice came from the depths of the Papal Palace.

Qian Daoliu's figure slowly emerged, dressed in white as snow, with white hair and beard, and exuding a faint divine pressure.

He didn't release his spirit rings, nor did he deliberately activate his spirit power. He simply stood there, and Yu Yuanzhen's thunderous aura was instantly suppressed.

Level 99 Peerless Douluo, Grand Priest of the Angel God—Qian Daoliu!

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously took a step back, the lightning aura around him dimming slightly.

"A thousand—a thousand streams!"

His voice trembled, and he could no longer maintain his previous tough stance.

Qian Daoliu looked at him calmly, his tone indifferent: "Yu Yuanzhen, your son trespassed into the Spirit Hall with the intention of committing murder. Losing one of his spirit rings is already a lenient punishment. If you continue to cause trouble, I don't mind taking action myself and letting you taste the pain of having your spirit rings destroyed."

A seemingly casual remark sent a chill down Yu Yuanzhen's spine.

He knew that Qian Daoliu was not joking.

If this level 99 peerless Douluo were to actually make a move, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

"Qian Daoliu, you—your Spirit Hall has gone too far!"

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth, but dared not utter another harsh word.

"This is outrageous!" Qian Daoliu sneered. "If you're not satisfied, you can go back and gather the entire power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to fight my Spirit Hall. I'd like to see whether the thunder of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is fiercer, or the Angel Sword of my Spirit Hall is sharper!"

Yu Yuanzhen's face turned pale and then red, but he ultimately dared not reply.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the three upper clans, it is still far inferior to the Spirit Hall in terms of its foundation.

Moreover, with the peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu in charge, even if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were to send out their entire forces, it would only be a death sentence.

"Great—very good!"

"I'll remember this!"

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation in his heart, turned to look at Yu Tianxin, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

"Father! Are we just going to let it go like this?" Yu Tianxin's face was full of resentment.

"Shut up! Let's go!"

Yu Yuanzhen grabbed Yu Tianxin, transformed into a bolt of lightning, and left the Spirit Hall without looking back.

He left in a sorry state, in humiliation, but he had no choice but to go.

On the plaza, the members of the Spirit Hall erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Long live the Spirit Hall! The Grand Elder is mighty!"

"Lord Lin Han is mighty! To withstand a Title Douluo with only three rings of cultivation is simply incredible!"

Cheers rose and fell, echoing through the sky.

Lin Han sheathed his sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but felt no pride whatsoever.

He knew that although Yu Yuanzhen had retreated, the feud between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Spirit Hall was now firmly established. In the future, there would undoubtedly be more conflicts and contests.

"Lin Han, you did a great job."

Qian Daoliu walked to his side, patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of satisfaction, "You, a three-ringed warrior, stood up to a titled Douluo. In this battle, you not only showed your own prowess, but also demonstrated the confidence and dignity of the Spirit Hall."

"This disciple dares not take credit; it is all thanks to my master's guidance," Lin Han said, bowing respectfully.

"No need to be so modest." Qian Daoliu smiled slightly. "You are currently level thirty-eight, only two steps away from becoming a Soul Master. Once you break through to Soul Master, I will personally take you to the Angel Shrine so that you can receive the inheritance baptism of the Angel God."

Lin Han's heart leaped with joy: "This disciple thanks Grandmaster!"

Bibi Dong strode forward, her eyes filled with worry and pride, and gently tugged at Lin Han's sleeve: "Junior brother, you scared me to death just now—that was a Title Douluo, and you actually withstood it."

"Don't worry, senior sister, I know what I'm doing." Lin Han smiled slightly, her tone gentle.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

Qian Xunji waved his hand and declared boldly, "Today's events will let everyone know that my Spirit Hall has a prodigy like Lin Han and a peerless Douluo like Qian Daoliu. Anyone who dares to provoke us will be utterly defeated!"

The cheers rang out again and lasted for a long time.

Lin Han looked up in the direction Yu Yuanzhen had left, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Title Douluo —

He will reach that level sooner or later.

And that day is not far off.