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

Chapter 51: Gathering of Prodigies! The Tumultuous Journey of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Time flies like an arrow; a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

On the main road leading from the Spirit Hall to Seven Treasures City, a magnificent procession was speeding along.

Qian Xunji, the leader, sat atop a snow-white unicorn pegasus. His golden-white papal robes fluttered in the wind, and his nine spirit rings were faintly visible. The pressure of a titled Douluo was undisguised, and countless spirit masters gave way and knelt in respect wherever he went.

Behind him were three cardinals, all of whom were powerful warriors at the Contra level, their auras as steady as mountains.

In the center of the group, two young figures were the most eye-catching.

Lin Han was dressed in white, his clothes as white as snow, with the Longyuan Sword slung across his waist, the angel tassel on the hilt fluttering in the wind.

His face was aloof, and his brows held a composure and sharpness beyond his years. He sat upright on his horse, gazing calmly into the distance.

Four soul rings slowly pulsed around him—yellow, purple, black, and black.

Especially those two deep, ink-black ten-thousand-year soul rings, radiating a heart-palpitating pressure that made everyone who saw them along the way gasp in shock.

"A four-ring Soul Master—two ten-thousand-year Soul Rings—how is this possible?"

"That white-clad youth is Lin Han? The peerless genius of the Spirit Hall? He truly lives up to his reputation!"

"I heard that a month ago he withstood the pressure from Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. That's a level 95 Title Douluo!"

The murmurs rose and fell, but Lin Han remained oblivious, his expression unchanged.

Beside him stood Bibi Dong, dressed in a dark purple outfit, her long hair tied up high, exuding a heroic aura.

The three spirit rings—yellow, purple, and purple—pulsed slowly, and the configuration of the second and third spirit rings after a thousand years was equally astonishing.

After a month of arduous training, her cultivation level has stabilized at the thirty-second level of Soul Venerable. Her Spider Emperor Domain has become increasingly mature, and the fusion of poisonous mist and spiritual threads has reached a new height.

"Junior brother, are we almost at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?" Bibi Dong turned her head to look at Lin Han, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Hmm, at most half an hour left." Lin Han nodded slightly. "Is Senior Sister nervous?"

"I'm not nervous at all!" Bibi Dong puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I am the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, a genius with twin martial souls. What's there to be nervous about in a mere Heavenly Pride Tournament?"

Even so, her grip on the reins tightened slightly, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

Lin Han saw this, smiled slightly, and didn't expose him.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is located in the Seven Treasure Mountains in the southeastern part of the continent.

The entire sect was built against the mountain, with a magnificent presence. Seven pagodas stood atop the main peak, their bodies constructed of precious glazed jade, shimmering with seven colors under the sunlight, a truly magnificent sight. It was indeed the wealthiest sect on the continent.

Qibao City was exceptionally lively today.

Colorful flags hung on both sides of the street, shops lined the streets, and people thronged the streets. Soul Masters, merchants, and independent cultivators from all over the continent flocked into the city, just to witness this grand gathering of geniuses.

In front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's mountain gate, two rows of disciples dressed in silver armor stood on either side, with long swords hanging at their waists, exuding an extraordinary air.

Leading the group were two elders at the Soul Saint level, who were receiving distinguished guests from various sects one by one.

"The Haotian Sect has arrived!"

A loud shout rang out, and everyone's eyes turned to the distance.

A group dressed in black slowly approached, led by an elderly man with white hair and beard. He was tall and held a jet-black Haotian Hammer, exuding a powerful and domineering aura—it was Tang Cang, the Supreme Elder of the Haotian Sect.

Behind him, the two brothers, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, walked side by side.

Tang Xiao remained calm and composed, his aura as a level 45 Soul Master was restrained and not ostentatious.

Tang Hao, on the other hand, was like a giant hammer unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed.

His arms were bare, his dark muscles clearly defined, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand was heavier than before, with faint lightning flashing on its surface.

Four soul rings slowly pulsed around him, yellow, yellow, purple, and black!

Level 43 Soul Master!

"That's Tang Hao? I heard he was defeated by Lin Han a month ago, and now he's broken through to the Soul Master level; he's here for revenge!"

"The Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect is incomparably powerful, and Tang Hao is a once-in-a-century genius. This Prodigy Tournament is going to be a good show!"

"I wonder if Lin Han has arrived yet? I really want to see the second duel between the sword and hammer!"

"His fourth spirit ring is actually a black ten-thousand-year spirit ring!"

Tang Hao listened to the surrounding discussions without changing his expression, but he tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer slightly.

His gaze swept over the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a fierce fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"Lin Han—you must have come, right?"

"This time, I will not lose again."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan has arrived!"

Another loud shout rang out.

Amidst flashes of lightning, a troop sped towards them.

Leading the group was none other than Yu Yuanzhen, the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His face was gloomy, and lightning swirled around him. His nine soul rings pulsed slowly, radiating a chilling aura.

Behind him, two young disciples stood out.

On the left, Yu Tianxin was pale and weak, her third soul ring, which had been destroyed, was empty, and her eyes were full of resentment.

The boy on the right was completely different from him. He was tall, with a resolute face and an arrogant air between his brows. His four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—pulsed slowly.

Level 43 Soul Master!

Agreed! It's the fourth spirit ring in ten thousand years!

"That's Yu Tianqing! The true prodigy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a level 43 Soul Master, and his fourth Soul Ring is a ten-thousand-year one!"

"I heard that Yu Tianqing has been training away from home and rarely shows his face. I didn't expect him to come to this Heavenly Pride Gathering!"

"A level 43 Soul Master equipped with a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring—this strength is probably comparable to Tang Hao's!"

Yu Tianqing remained calm, completely ignoring the surrounding discussions. He merely glanced at the Haotian Sect's group, his gaze lingering on Tang Hao for a moment before a slight, disdainful smile appeared on his lips.

"Tang Hao—is nothing special."

He murmured under his breath, his tone full of contempt.

Tang Hao noticed the gaze and turned to look at Yu Tianqing. Their eyes met in mid-air, sparks flying.

"The Spirit Hall has arrived!"

This loud shout instantly drowned out all the previous noise.

All eyes were focused in the same direction.

Qian Xunji rode his unicorn celestial horse at the very front, his golden and white papal robes fluttering in the wind, and the pressure of a titled Douluo was undisguised, allowing everyone present to feel the Spirit Hall's profound foundation and domineering aura.

The two figures behind him silenced the entire audience.

Lin Han was dressed in white, his clothes as white as snow, with the Dragon Abyss Sword slung across his waist, and four soul rings of yellow, purple, black and black slowly pulsating.

Two deep, ink-black ten-thousand-year-old soul rings shimmered with a chilling light under the sunlight, like an invisible sword pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"Two...two ten-thousand-year-old soul rings?"

"A four-ring Soul Master, with two ten-thousand-year Soul Stones! How is this possible? Didn't he just break through to the Soul Master level?"

"This is Lin Han? The Lin Han who defeated Tang Hao and withstood Yu Yuanzhen?"

A murmur of discussion erupted instantly, and the entire room erupted in uproar.

Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the fourth black spirit ring around Lin Han's body, his hand gripping the Clear Sky Hammer with bulging veins.

"The fourth spirit ring of ten thousand years —"

He murmured to himself, his eyes burning with an even stronger fighting spirit.

Yu Tianqing also dropped his disdain, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting—it seems this Heavenly Pride Tournament won't be boring."

Yu Yuanzhen's face darkened further, his eyes filled with hatred and apprehension as he looked at Lin Han.

His son was crippled, while Lin Han grew stronger and stronger. This contrast made his anger almost burst forth.

Bibi Dong followed beside Lin Han, feeling the gazes coming from all directions. She slightly puffed out her chest, her face full of pride.

Her junior brother was indeed the most dazzling one.

Qian Xunji dismounted and bowed slightly to the elders who were greeting him at the entrance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School: "Pope Qian Xunji of the Spirit Hall, along with his disciples, has come at your invitation."

"It is an honor for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to have His Holiness the Pope grace us with his presence." The elder quickly bowed respectfully. "The sect leader has prepared a banquet in the Glazed Tile Hall. Please come with me, Your Holiness and the two prodigies."

Qian Xunji nodded slightly, and led Lin Han and Bibi Dong into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School amidst the awe and curiosity of the crowd.

Lin Han walked with ease, his white robes fluttering, and the Dragon Abyss Sword hummed softly in its sheath.

He could feel several pairs of eyes fixed on him.

There was Tang Hao's burning fighting spirit, Yu Tianqing's scrutinizing curiosity, Yu Tianxin's resentment and hatred, and even more scrutiny and evaluation from the geniuses of various sects.

Lin Han smiled faintly.

The more people come, the stronger the opponents, the more interesting this tournament of geniuses will be.

His Dragon Abyss Sword Domain needs a stage to truly shine.

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