Wang Yuan also knew that this kid, Wang Chen, was simply too monstrous. Even though everything he said was true, it all sounded so unbelievable—so outrageous—that it seemed like nonsense.
Wang Yuan understood this reaction. After all, when he first heard Wang Chen say such things, he too hadn't believed a single word. Even after being defeated by Wang Chen himself, it had taken him quite a while to recover from the shock.
With a bitter smile, Wang Yuan said, "Great Elder, every word I've said is true—there isn't a single lie. How could I possibly joke about something like this?"
The Great Elder looked at Wang Yuan's expression and felt that his condition was serious—he clearly needed treatment. Sighing, he said, "Wang Yuan, I'll call a healing-type soul master for you."
Wang Yuan's mouth twitched. He turned to Wang Chen, spreading his hands helplessly as if to say, See? I told you he wouldn't believe it.
Wang Chen nearly laughed out loud at the ridiculous exchange. He immediately took over the conversation and said to the Great Elder, "Great Elder, let's spar."
As soon as he spoke, Wang Chen released his soul power without holding anything back. A wave of energy, far denser and more refined than that of an ordinary Soul Emperor, instantly spread through the entire hall, making the air itself feel heavy and oppressive.
At first, the Great Elder thought Wang Chen was just a child messing around and paid him no attention at all.
But the moment Wang Chen released his soul power, the Great Elder was struck as if by lightning. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Wang Chen.
"This soul power… Soul Emperor!! Impossible!" The Great Elder's shocked cry echoed through the hall.
A Soul Emperor under fifteen years old—he wouldn't have dared to dream of such a thing even in his youth. Back then, even in his wildest dreams, he had only hoped to reach the Soul King level before the age of fifteen.
And most importantly, he could clearly sense that the quality of Wang Chen's soul power was exceptionally high—already nearing the liquefied state typical of Soul Saints. It was undoubtedly cultivated step by step through his own effort.
It was absolutely not the result of forcibly raising his cultivation through medicine, because soul power gained through drugs was always hollow and unstable, utterly inferior to the solid and condensed energy that came from genuine cultivation.
Wang Chen said calmly, "Great Elder, I want to become the Patriarch of the Wang Clan."
After speaking, he turned and walked out of the hall toward the training arena, leaving behind a completely dumbfounded Great Elder whose face was still frozen in shock.
A moment later—
The Great Elder turned to Wang Yuan and asked, "Wang Yuan, was everything you said true?"
Wang Yuan patted the Great Elder on the shoulder and said, "Great Elder, every single word. At first, I didn't believe it either. But after being defeated by Chen'er myself, I was completely convinced.
A Soul Emperor under fifteen years old—throughout the entire history of the Sun Moon Empire, there has never been anyone with such talent.
Chen'er's gift is unprecedented—and very likely never to be seen again.
I believe that under Chen'er's leadership, our Wang Clan will definitely become the strongest family in the Sun Moon Empire!
Great Elder, go see for yourself. Once you've experienced it personally, you'll understand."
Inwardly, Wang Yuan thought, I can't be the only one who's been beaten by Chen'er. Great Elder, it's your turn to feel it too! Hahaha!
The Great Elder, of course, had no idea what Wang Yuan was thinking. Slowly, he digested the shocking reality of Wang Chen's Soul Emperor cultivation.
Then, a bright light erupted in his eyes. At that moment, only one thought filled his mind—The Wang Clan is destined to rise!
Even if the Second Prince never ascended the throne, even if every member of the Wang Clan were to perish, as long as Wang Chen remained alive—
With his terrifying talent, he would one day surely break through to the Titled Douluo level and become a Rank Nine Soul Engineer. He might even reach the level of a Rank Ninety-Five Super Douluo, becoming the first Rank Ten Soul Engineer in the history of the Sun Moon Empire.
By then, the Wang Clan would stand at the very peak of the empire.
However, although the Great Elder acknowledged Wang Chen's talent and potential, he still couldn't bring himself to believe that Wang Chen could defeat Wang Yan with just Soul Emperor-level cultivation.
He knew Wang Yan's strength better than anyone. Even among Soul Douluos, Wang Yan was considered extremely powerful.
He himself was also a Soul Douluo, yet he couldn't last more than a few moves against Wang Yan before being defeated.
Don't be fooled by Wang Yan's old age—he might be old, but he hadn't lost his edge. His combat strength was still incredibly fierce.
Among Soul Douluos of the same rank, only those with top-tier martial souls could hope to defeat him.
Watching Wang Chen's departing figure, the Great Elder muttered, "Youngsters are always too impulsive.
If he wants to be Patriarch, he still needs to cultivate for a few more years.
Let this old man give him a small lesson—just because he defeated Wang Yuan, a Soul Sage, doesn't mean he can defeat a Soul Douluo."
When Wang Yuan saw the Great Elder following after Wang Chen, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. "No way—I have to go see this. I can't miss the look on the Great Elder's face when he's lying on the cold ground, doubting his life!"
In the vast, empty hall, the massive training arena lit up one metal pillar after another. As each pillar activated, the entire arena was enveloped in a golden barrier.
This golden barrier could contain the aftermath of the battle, preventing any damage to the surroundings.
Wang Chen, the Great Elder, and Wang Yuan all stepped inside.
The Great Elder looked at Wang Chen and said, "Chen'er, your talent is extraordinary, but it's still too soon for you to become Patriarch.
Do you even realize how powerful Wang Yan is? He's a peak Rank Eighty-Nine Soul Douluo, and his mastery of soul tools is astonishing. His personal battle armor, the Dark Demon Armor, has power approaching that of a Rank Nine soul tool.
If you can't even defeat me, then it's far too early for you to talk about becoming Patriarch."
A faint smile curved Wang Chen's lips, and his eyes flickered with battle intent.
This would be his first time fighting against a Soul Douluo-level opponent—he had to savor the experience.
With that thought, Wang Chen took out a set of silver-white soul tool armor from his storage soul tool.
In the Sun Moon Empire, any true high-level soul engineer would craft a custom-made set of soul tool armor based on their martial soul and physical condition.
Advanced soul tool armor greatly enhanced the user's combat ability.
In the future, Kong Deming would even go on to develop humanoid soul tools—an advancement far superior to ordinary soul armor—greatly increasing a soul engineer's power.
The soul armor in Wang Chen's hands was of Rank Seven quality.
Aside from its basic function of amplifying both offense and defense, Wang Chen had inscribed a High-Grade Energy Compression Array into its core formation.
This array could compress the user's soul power, allowing it to become denser and more condensed in a short period of time—effectively increasing their cultivation temporarily.
However, this method of compressing soul power also came with a major drawback: it greatly increased soul power consumption.
After putting on the armor, Wang Chen's soul power was compressed to a liquefied state. In terms of quality, it was in no way inferior to that of a Soul Saint.