Chapter 29 Shi Hao shows off his power, the Four Black, Four Red and Eight-ring Soul Douluo!
"Old man, are you also sent by Wuhun Palace to capture me?"
Shi Hao said with disdain.
Bai Lao also shouted with a cold face: "Are you the kid who arrogantly came to my Wuhun Hall to cause trouble?"
He was secretly surprised at the other party's rude attitude, but at the same time he also had a strong interest in him. After all, there were not many people who could confront Wuhun Temple without fear.
Shi Hao laughed loudly after hearing this and said: "Haha! You lackeys of Wuhun Palace are really ridiculous. Are you only allowed to bully others and not allow others to resist?"
"Hurry up and return it to my mother!"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. This old man had a very bad attitude towards him, and he no longer wanted to be polite.
Although Dad said that we should respect the elderly and love the young, old people like this don't deserve to be respected at all.
"Presumptuous!" Bai Lao shouted angrily, a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
As the elder of Wuhun Palace, he was always highly respected. No one had ever dared to challenge his majesty so openly. He felt very angry at being so slighted by a child at this moment.
"Get out of here... don't force me to take action against you. If there weren't so many people here, it would be really hard for me to control my temper."
Bai Lao's voice was low and cold, as if it contained endless pressure. His aura was gradually released, and the air around him became solemn.
However, Shi Hao was not intimidated by Bai Lao's threat. Instead, he puffed out his chest, straightened his back, and looked at the other person firmly.
The atmosphere became tense, the two sides were at war with each other, and a fierce conflict seemed about to break out.
"You'd better not block my way to the Wuhun Palace. Although dad said that you should respect the elderly and love the young, if you block it, I will hit you as well."
Shi Hao said coldly, with a hint of anger on his face.
"You're such a little brat, but your tone is quite serious. I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, otherwise I'll beat you to the point where you won't even recognize your mother."
"Mother...old man, do you know my mother? I don't think he knows me."
Shi Hao's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Oh ho, it turns out you are here to find your mother. I heard that you have been saying that our Wuhun Palace has captured your mother, right?"
Bai Lao suddenly laughed,
"So what if our Wuhun Palace kidnapped your mother? What can you do to us, you little brat? Our Wuhun Palace is currently the most powerful in the mainland. Even if we make a small mistake, even if the other two empires and three major sects join forces, they still have to consider whether Wuhun Palace can afford it!"
"Old man, let me tell you, you are really angry!!"
Shi Hao said with a stern face, clenching his fists.
"I'm angry, so what if I'm angry? I'll ask you, will you refund it or not?"
Shi Hao looked coldly at the arrogant old man in front of him and said nothing, but his eyes were so cold that it could make people tremble.
The old man looked at the child in front of him without saying a word, and then released his pressure, trying to make the child feel a little scared, but this kind of pressure did not exist for Shi Hao at all. The old man was shocked and asked: "Don't you feel anything? Even the Soul Saint will feel a little dull inside my pressure, unable to move, but you haven't changed at all?"
Shi Hao spread his hands, looked at the old man with disdain and said, "No, it's just like scratching an itch."
After the old man heard the three words "tickling", a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face. He widened his eyes and glared at Shi Hao, the anger in his eyes seemed to devour him.
His white hair instantly stood up like steel needles, revealing a powerful aura. Then, the old man waved his hands, and a ray of light emerged from his body, forming a silver spear, which was his martial spirit - the silver spear.
Immediately afterwards, circles of colorful halos appeared under the old man's feet. These halos represented his strength level - soul rings.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they all exclaimed: "Oh my god, this old man is actually an Eight-ring Contra..."
They looked at the eight soul rings that lit up on the old man's body with shock on their faces, including two yellow, two purple and four black.
"Isn't it a bit too bullying for Wuhun Palace to send Eight-ring Soul Douluo to deal with a child?" Someone couldn't help but complain. They thought it was too much to deal with a child with the old man's strength.
"Little brat, you forced me to do this, it's not too late to beg for mercy now!"
Bai Lao felt irritated as he listened to everyone's discussion. He looked at Shi Hao and said coldly.
"Old man, what nonsense are you talking about? If you want to fight, then fight."
The old man was seen holding a silver gun in his hand and stepped on it with one foot. The ground instantly fell into pieces and spread around like a spider web. His figure was like lightning, and he galloped towards Shi Hao, the spear in his hand flashing with cold light, carrying fierce killing intent.
When Shi Hao saw this, his face became solemn, and he quickly waved his fist to meet the old man's attack. His fists were condensed with powerful spiritual power, as if they were about to tear apart the void.
At this moment, the bones on Shi Hao's back suddenly became more dazzling, shining like bright stars. At the same time, mysterious inscriptions flashed on the bones, exuding a heart-stopping aura.
Immediately afterwards, the four black and four red soul rings on Shi Hao also lit up. The nearest onlookers were stunned and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Their eyes were stung by the light and they could not look directly, but they could clearly feel the incomparable power in their hearts.
The crowd suddenly burst into exclamations: "This... red soul ring! A hundred thousand year soul ring! There are actually four red soul rings! How is that possible?"
"A hundred thousand year soul ring is so rare, even a powerful titled Douluo may not possess it! Who is this person?"
"Is this fake? How can someone possess so many hundred thousand year soul rings? And the first four are ten thousand year soul rings. How can they explode and die?"
These voices came and went, and everyone's faces were full of shock and confusion.
"And that martial spirit is also strange. It's not a weapon martial spirit or a beast martial spirit, but it actually merges with itself? It must be a fake!"
However, the crowd who saw such a large battle also realized how dangerous the environment they were in. The duel between two strong men would inevitably hurt others, so they quickly retreated to the outside to give the two of them a lot of space.
Bibi Dong, who had been paying attention to the situation here, changed her face drastically. Her eyes widened with disbelief on her face, and even her voice became trembling: "A hundred thousand year soul ring? How is this possible... Is this really true? Is it an ability that humans can possess?”
As a peerless Douluo, Bibi Dong also has a hundred thousand year soul ring, but it is only one. She knows better than anyone else the terrifying power and rarity of a hundred thousand year soul ring.
(End of chapter)