Xiong Jun's Crushing Dominance, Ferocious Beast Martial Souls Make Their Names!

A grave look appeared on Li Batian's face.

He was a level fifty-two Soul King with the top-tier Black Fiend Hammer Martial Soul, but at this moment... under the oppressive might of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he had no confidence at all.

When Xiong Jun urged him on again, the Soul King gritted his teeth and decided to fight him to the death.

"I have one more ring than he does. Even if he has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, I'm still going to give it everything I've got."

After steeling himself, Li Batian revealed the Black Fiend Hammer, a black-and-red tool Martial Soul that combined offense and defense.

"Li Batian, level fifty-two Power Attack System Battle Soul King. Please enlighten me."

Li Batian cupped his hands.

Across from him, Xiong Di spoke calmly.

"Remember this! My Martial Soul is called the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. One day, it will leave an indelible name on the continent."

After those arrogant words, the referee began the countdown.

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The match had just begun.

Li Batian's Soul Rings lit up one after another, imbuing the Black Fiend Hammer with all manner of enhancement-type Soul Skills.

He was furious, because Xiong Jun's words had made him very angry.

Since you're so arrogant, brat, let me show you the strength of a Soul King!

Li Batian charged forward with heavy, steady steps, dragging the Black Wind Hammer swiftly behind him.

As he ran at full speed, he suddenly leaped into the air.

The speed and strength granted by his Soul Rings had reached their peak.

He swung straight down at the child with a few strands of yellow hair before him.

Seeing this, Xiong Jun's lips curled slightly, and for the moment he had no intention of dodging.

The illusory image of a yellow bear Soul Beast behind him grew somewhat more distinct.

The claws on his right arm thrust out, seemingly empowered by a Soul Skill.

They met the Black Fiend Hammer head-on.

The spectators watching for amusement all widened their eyes.

"What?"

They all stared at the boy with sparse yellow hair on his head.

For a moment, they thought Xiong Di was a complete idiot.

Bear-type Soul Beasts had astonishing defenses, but surely they couldn't clash head-on with a tool Martial Soul?

Much less a Martial Soul like the Black Fiend Hammer.

This hammer had been steeped in bloody power for years.

Its power to attack head-on was far beyond what an ordinary beast's body could match.

The spectators shook their heads, thinking the silly boy was beyond saving. All that remained was to watch Xiong Di cough up blood.

As time passed, Xiong Di and Li Batian finally collided.

Bang!

A huge cloud of dust rose, and one figure flew backward.

Clang, clang!

A hammer fell to the ground with a clatter. It was the Black Fiend Hammer.

Its owner, Li Batian, was already tumbling through the air.

Seeing this, the referee hurriedly activated his flying Martial Soul.

The Soul Emperor carried Li Batian gently down to the ground.

Suddenly, Li Batian swallowed hard.

Pfft, pfft!

He spat out three mouthfuls of blood in succession.

The turmoil inside his body continued unabated.

The bone in his shoulder seemed to have broken. He lay sprawled on the arena like a dead dog, struggling several times but failing to get up.

By contrast, Xiong Di lightly patted the dust off himself, spat, and turned to leave, as though he had just dealt with a matter no bigger than a fart.

"Oh my heavens! Am I seeing things?"

"What was that brown bear Martial Soul called again?"

"I remember, I remember! It's called the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. What a terrifying Martial Soul—it can actually clash head-on with a tool Martial Soul."

"Li Batian looks like he might be crippled, and that Terrorclaw Bear kid across from him looks completely unruffled. It doesn't look like he's putting on an act."

The spectators at the second arena couldn't recover their senses for a long time.

They were still pondering how a Beast Martial Soul could be so powerful.

Meanwhile, matches continued in the other arenas.

All sorts of unusual Martial Souls appeared, and their wielders fought and eliminated one another, earning points based on their performances.

Bi Ji had also just finished a fight and won a match.

The people around her rested their chins in their hands, their eyes vacant as they fell into deep thought.

It was all because the Martial Soul of the person before them was a jade-green Swan.

Her Martial Soul possessed a powerful life-healing ability. It could be said to have nothing to do with attack power.

If one insisted on examining it more closely, only a trace of light-type Soul Power could be used to attack.

Yet a support Martial Soul like that had actually defeated a Great Strength Vajra Bear of the same level.

Little did they know that Bi Ji had just used two Soul Bone Skills.

That was right. Because Bi Ji's Martial Soul was the Emerald Swan, Di Tian had prepared a full set of offensive Soul Bones for her long ago, maxing her out...

The fourth arena.

Zi JI also dusted off her hands, having settled her fight.

His opponent's Martial Soul was a Dark Thorn Ape. Faced with the Hell Demon Dragon's utterly pure dark energy, the opponent was completely overwhelmed, at a total disadvantage in both bloodline and level.

In the other arenas, the Myriad Demon King and the Scarlet King both won their matches.

These youths, all reincarnations of Ferocious Beasts, had all emerged victorious.

They drew widespread attention from a great many spectators and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

These people all had two things in common.

First, none of their opponents could last thirty seconds.

Second, they were all under twelve years old, yet possessed such formidable strength.

Under those circumstances, it was hard for them not to be noticed.

In a logistics room at the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's training grounds.

"My lord, there's another child here who's very unusual."

"He crushed his opponent in just over ten seconds."

"Who? Which arena?"

A middle-aged man in the viewing room turned his head, his expression solemn.

He couldn't help muttering inwardly.

How many more monstrous children are there this year?

Why are they so fierce and powerful?

After the staff member brought up a Soul Master recording,

The middle-aged man fixed his eyes on the little boy in the footage.

The little boy wore simple, loose black clothing.

Dark Soul Power surged around him.

Facing an opponent from an intermediate Soul Master Academy, the child in black hadn't even used his Martial Soul.

With just a little Soul Power, he had defeated his opponent in an instant, blasting him out of the arena.

Several of the opponent's teeth had fallen to the ground.

The middle-aged man stared at the dark Soul Power and followed it to the person, suddenly making out the black dragon design on the clothing.

"Isn't he from Black Dragon Mountain?"

The middle-aged man glared at the staff member. "Don't bother monitoring this person in the future. You're wasting my damn time."

How could their Heaven Dou Imperial Family possibly win over someone from Black Dragon Mountain?

What could they offer?

They had better consider people from other sects instead.

The man turned, picked up a bundle of documents, and headed deeper into the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's grounds.

That night, he met with the Snow Spirit Emperor and informed him that three powerful sect factions had appeared in the competition.

Their descendants' talents were exceptionally terrifying. If they could be won over to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, they could revive the imperial family for a hundred years.

"Oh? Who are they?"

The Snow Spirit Emperor looked at the middle-aged man's solemn expression.

He was also immensely curious.

The man before him was a Titled Douluo retained by the imperial family. For a Titled Douluo to give such an assessment, these sects were certainly no ordinary ones.

"Please take a look, Your Majesty."

The man kept him in suspense as he took out a recording of the match replays.

The two of them watched the footage again.

Half an hour later, Snow Spirit's expression had changed time and again.

He seemed to be replaying the scenes he had just seen in his mind.

A Soul Ancestor in the forties had fought a level fifty Soul King head-on without losing!

A terrifying Lava Flame had burned an opponent to death on the spot!

And that child who looked like a little old man—wasn't the poison of his plant-type Martial Soul far too terrifying?

The three of them were respectively the reincarnations of the three great Ferocious Beasts: the Scarlet King, the Myriad Demon King, and Xiong Jun.

The middle-aged man waited quietly for the Snow Spirit Emperor's emotions to settle.

When he judged the time was right, he spoke. "Your Majesty, according to my investigation, none of the sect factions behind these three have joined either the empire or Spirit Hall. We have a very good chance."

As soon as he heard this, the Snow Spirit Emperor naturally understood what the retainer was saying.

"Good. I'll leave this matter to you. Go and contact their sects. Agree to any conditions they set for now. If they're too excessive, come back and report to me."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The middle-aged man withdrew.