Douluo: Soul Shadow King

"Are you the Cheng Xiao that His Highness mentioned?" Meng Shenji looked at Cheng Xiao, paused, and said.

"Little guy, since you are the person introduced by His Highness the Crown Prince, then show me your credentials." An old man next to Meng Shenji said lightly.

The old man's name is Bai Baoshan. His martial soul is the extremely powerful Tianxinglu, and he is a 85th and 88th ring fighting soul douluo of the defense system. His body shape is completely opposite to Meng Shenji. He is not tall but very fat. He is a standard four-foot height and a four-foot waist.

"Of course." Hearing this, Cheng Xiao smiled, and then raised his hand and waved. A golden token floated down on the table in front of them, and the front of the token was engraved with the word "Xue" which symbolizes identity.

Seeing this token, the three education committee members also lowered their heads silently. After confirming that this token was Xue Qinghe's exclusive token, they slowly said.

"In that case, Sun Buyu, you can arrange for Cheng Xiao to enroll." Meng Shenji looked at Cheng Xiao with a hint of surprise. Obviously, he knew the value of the token with the word "snow" engraved on it.

Hearing this, Sun Buyu glanced at Cheng Xiao beside him, and then asked in confusion: "Teacher Committee, Cheng Xiao has already entered the realm of three-ring soul master at the age of twelve."

"Moreover, according to your Highness's meaning, I think Cheng Xiao should be allowed to enter the Royal Fighting Team directly. With his talent and strength, there should be no problem."

"Please consider it carefully. If Cheng Xiao is allowed to join the Royal Fighting Team, it will only be beneficial and not harmful."

"Oh? A 12-year-old level 30 soul master? He is still born with full soul power. No wonder your Highness values ​​him so much."

The last old man among the three teachers finally spoke. His name is Zhilin. His martial soul is Tianqingteng and he is a level 83 eight-ring instrument soul douluo of the control system.

He looks the most normal one, and his appearance is also very ordinary. Only the bright eyes that occasionally reveal between his eyes give people a special feeling.

Looking at Cheng Xiao, Zhilin smiled and said, "Friend Cheng Xiao, the seven people in the Royal Fighting Team are all the best in the Tiandou level of the academy. It is not so easy to join the Royal Fighting Team, but if you want to join, it is not without opportunities."

After the voice fell, Zhilin's eyes fell on Sun Buyu. Although Cheng Xiao was sent by the prince Xue Qinghe, they should also maintain fairness as the teaching committee of the Tiandou Royal Academy.

They are naturally unwilling to neglect Cheng Xiao, but if they directly let him join the most elite Royal Fighting Team of the academy, it is inevitable that some people will poke him in the back, which is what they don't want to see.

In this way, if Cheng Xiao is not allowed to join the Royal Fighting Team after some tests, it is difficult to convince the public!

"Since there is a chance, I would like to give it a try." Hearing this, Cheng Xiao also took a step forward and saluted slightly to the soul douluo Zhilin who spoke.

"Haha, you little guy, you are quite to my taste." Zhilin smiled slightly, and when his eyes fell on Cheng Xiao, the air around his body suddenly twisted, "As long as you can withstand my next soul pressure, no one will object to entering the Royal Fighting Team. What do you think?"

"Okay, kid, I'll take it." Cheng Xiao nodded.

Seeing this, Zhilin stretched out his palm forward, and a soul barrier formed by soul power suddenly appeared above Cheng Xiao, and then suddenly fell down.

Cheng Xiao clearly felt that the air around his body seemed to solidify, and a huge soul wave rushed over, and his body was completely unable to move.

"It's interesting. The soul suppression of level 35 seems to be very easy for him." Zhilin saw that Cheng Xiao still looked fine, and his calm eyes also became surprised.

Generally speaking, if a low-level soul master can withstand the pressure from a high-level soul master and can hold on to two-thirds of his own soul power, it is already quite outstanding. If he can hold on to the same soul power as his own, he must be considered the best among soul masters of the same age.

And if he can withstand the pressure that exceeds his own soul power level, he can be called a genius soul master.

The black robe on Zhilin Soul Douluo, which symbolizes his identity, moves without wind. Although he is just sitting there, the soul pressure he exerts is increasing little by little. In order to prevent Cheng Xiao from bearing too much pressure, he is also very kind and slowly increases the pressure.

After all, this is just a test. Once he finds that Cheng Xiao has signs of being unable to bear it, he can immediately stop his strength to prevent Cheng Xiao's body from collapsing.

After all, the other party is also a genius student sent by Prince Xue Qinghe. He doesn't want to upset the future emperor of the empire because of such a small matter.

Feeling the increasing pressure on his body and surroundings, Cheng Xiao's face did not change at all. The shadow power in his body was running as usual, and the speed was much faster than usual. He also knew that the other party was testing his strength.

"This little guy is quite powerful. Ordinary low-level soul masters would basically collapse at the touch of a touch when encountering the pressure of high-level soul masters, but he didn't even release his martial soul. He really lives up to the name of a genius."

The two old men beside Zhilin Soul Douluo commented with a smile, and Zhilin, who had been releasing soul pressure, was more and more surprised. Is this little guy in front of him really only twelve years old? His soul pressure has been raised to level thirty-six, but there is still no pressure on his face.

Everyone has a competitive spirit, even their group of soul douluos are no exception.

Looking at the indifferent expression on Cheng Xiao's face, the soul power pressure released by Zhilin Douluo was also increasing, level 37, level 38, level 39... When the soul power pressure broke through to level 40, Cheng Xiao's face changed a little.

But despite this, Cheng Xiao still showed no signs of releasing his martial soul, which also made Zhilin Douluo, who released the pressure, feel more pressure, but what he didn't know was that the soul power pressure he released was not just facing one person, but a group of people.

In the shadows under Cheng Xiao's feet, more than a dozen shadow soldiers were struggling to resist this pressure. As soldiers of the king, they could also bear a certain degree of pressure for the king.

So, when the soul power pressure of Zhilin Douluo broke through to level 50, Cheng Xiao raised his right hand with difficulty.

Since the martial soul induction with Qian Renxue half a month ago, the Shadow King is no longer the appearance of a martial soul. At this moment, the Shadow King is also Cheng Xiao himself, but he still has a long way to go before he becomes a real king.

As Cheng Xiao raised his right hand, a cloud of black smoke gushed out from his palm, and the temperature in the entire Education Commission courtyard dropped a lot.

"What a strange martial soul. I'm afraid you can't find a second martial soul of this kind in the entire continent." After seeing the black smoke released from Cheng Xiao's palm, Zhi Lin was relieved, because he felt a sense of relief from Cheng Xiao.

As time went by, Zhi Lin's surprise became greater and greater. The soul power pressure he exerted had reached level 53. This pressure was not enough for a soul master of more than 30 levels, even a soul king might not be able to withstand it.

But the young man in front of him was much better than he thought. No wonder Prince Xue Qinghe gave the token to Cheng Xiao. It seemed that his strength was not what he showed on the surface.

Sweat kept falling from Cheng Xiao's collar. His clothes were completely attached to his skin. The whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

"Good boy, I want to see where your limit is!" Zhilin Soul Douluo was very satisfied with Cheng Xiao's performance, so he chose to continue to increase the output of soul power pressure, wanting to see what the limit of the young man in front of him was.

Then, Zhilin Soul Douluo increased the soul power pressure to level 55, which was 21 levels higher than Cheng Xiao's own soul power level. When the soul power pressure was increased again, the originally distorted air suddenly became hurried, as if crushing the air and pressing down on Cheng Xiao's body.

"Is it finally going to collapse?"

Looking at Cheng Xiao's upper body that had been bent by the pressure, Zhilin Soul Douluo's eyes were also staring at him, fearing that Cheng Xiao's body would collapse.