I Must Say, Everyone Here Is Trash!

At Ghost's command, the crowd quickly split into several small groups. Clearly, everyone had the same idea: eliminate the outsiders first, then settle things among themselves.

Ling Chang'an and the others naturally had their own group, and it was quite a formidable one. Led by Elite Class students like Xie Yue, with students from other academy classes and youths who had come up from the Spirit Hall in the main city as support, there were more than twenty of them including Ling Chang'an.

This was where the Papal Hall's terrifying strength became apparent. Though there were three major factions, the Papal Hall was clearly the strongest, accounting for nearly half the people present!

"Take out the Papal Hall's core members first!" someone shouted at that moment, and both the Hall of Elders and the nobles stirred.

At the same time, five youths sprang into the air from the crowd, releasing their martial souls as they attacked Xie Yue and the others.

Ling Chang'an could not help but smile wryly. Sticking with geniuses like Xie Yue meant he would inevitably get dragged into trouble. But wasn't this the perfect chance to show off?

"Chang'an, stand back and watch. Yan and I will make the first move!" Xie Yue did not know that Ling Chang'an had already advanced, so out of concern, he decided not to let Ling Chang'an fight.

But Ling Chang'an was immediately displeased. He could not allow them to stop him from harvesting points. "All of you, rest. I'll do it!"

"But..."

"But what? Watch closely!" Ling Chang'an declared shamelessly. Then he walked to the front of their little group, fixed his hair, crossed his arms, and looked at the people opposite him.

"I must say, everyone here is trash!"

"Courting death!"

"Kill him!"

"What arrogance!"

The other side instantly erupted like a boiling pot, curses flying everywhere. At the same time, most of them released their martial souls. Without exception, they all had two rings!

"Hmph, a bunch of little brats!"

After seeing that everyone's attention was on him, Ling Chang'an slowly raised his right hand. The pitch-black Pangu Axe gradually condensed in his grasp. Behind him, one purple and one black-purple soul ring slowly emerged...

"A thousand-year and a ten-thousand-year ring? How is that possible?!"

"How old is he? How can he have two rings?!"

"Heavens..."

"Ding! You successfully achieved Divine Manifestation before Xie Yue. Points +2~"

"Ding! You successfully achieved Divine Manifestation before Ghost. Points +26~"

"Ding..."

The more arrogant Ling Chang'an had been earlier, the more shock his two soul rings brought to everyone now. Many of them even contributed points three or four times in succession, most of them from the opposing side.

"Let me show you the difference in soul ring age!" Seeing that the points had stopped rising, Ling Chang'an prepared to attack. This time, he had to win beautifully so the points could keep rolling in.

"First Soul Skill, Heaven and Earth Cleave!"

Purple light swept forward like a meteor. At the same time, Ling Chang'an's second soul ring also lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Thunder Crescent Slash!"

A circular burst of blue lightning exploded directly amid the crowd, dealing wide-range damage.

Stare-and-Poop!

Three glints flashed through Ling Chang'an's eyes. The three leaders of the opposing team with the greatest Soul Power and the best martial souls suddenly clutched their stomachs in pain...

If those three had joined forces, they might have been able to threaten Ling Chang'an. But in their current condition, whether they could even withstand the consecutive attacks of his first and second soul skills was a question.

"Ah, I need to poop! I can't hold it in anymore! Farewell!"

As soon as the first person shouted those words, the other two also instantly lost control. They immediately leaped off the arena, leaving everyone else dumbfounded.

This...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ling Chang'an's attacks had already landed. Five Soul Masters with relatively weak Soul Power and poor offensive ability had been blasted off the arena, their hair all standing straight up.

"Everyone, attack together! He must be out of Soul Power!" someone on the other side shouted again. The remaining people immediately prepared to strike, and several control-type Soul Masters had already made their move.

"Chang'an, retreat quickly—" Before Xie Yue could finish, they were all dumbfounded. Ling Chang'an's first soul ring lit up again, while the Eastern Emperor Bell enveloped his body.

"First Soul Skill, Heaven and Earth Cleave!"

"First Soul Skill, Heaven and Earth Cleave!"

"First Soul..."

The Soul Core within Ling Chang'an's body was operating under overload, continuously supplying him with Soul Power. His first soul ring kept flashing as the Pangu Axe in his hands unleashed five consecutive First Soul Skills...

"Ding! You successfully achieved Divine Manifestation before Ghost. Points +26..."

"Ding! You successfully achieved Divine Manifestation before..."

Ling Chang'an's series of moves was simply dazzling. No one had expected him to still have enough Soul Power to activate his first soul skill again—and without interruption.

In just that brief moment, these people had contributed points to him five times in a row. Ling Chang'an was practically ecstatic!

He had no choice. After obtaining a Soul Core, his cultivation speed had become a full two times slower, so he had to seize every opportunity to gain points.

"Quick, stop him! He must be out of Soul Power now! He definitely has to be!"

That voice rang out again, but aside from Ling Chang'an's small group, only eight people remained standing on the arena.

There was no helping it. At two-ring level, even second soul skills were only around seven or eight hundred years in age, while Ling Chang'an's first soul skill was over eleven hundred years old—and its quality was extraordinary.

In truth, from the very beginning, Ling Chang'an had not merely struck at their bodies. He had also struck at the pride and confidence in their hearts!

Ling Chang'an did not need to keep a low profile, nor could he afford to. Everything now forced him to keep moving forward. Today's battle would mark the true beginning of his rise to fame!

"Do you still want to try?" Ling Chang'an calmly looked at the eight people opposite him, raised his axe slightly, and asked in an even tone.

Although Ling Chang'an did not activate another soul skill, Soul Power still fluctuated around his body. He was not bluffing. He remained the hardest, longest-lasting man in the entire arena!

"We withdraw!" The nobles spoke first. With their leader's command, three of the eight stepped off the arena, and the Hall of Elders could only let the matter drop.

After the others had stepped down, Xie Yue and the rest clasped their fists toward Ling Chang'an, then said to Ghost, "We all voluntarily forfeit. Ling Chang'an should be the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. We are completely convinced."

There was no other choice. How could they refuse to accept it? Ling Chang'an's current strength was already beyond what two rings could defeat. Not only was he hard, but he was also the longest-lasting man in the entire arena. They knew they were inferior.

"This..." Ghost was also stunned. Not only had today's match ended quickly, it had ended in a truly bizarre way. Even as a Titled Douluo, he was somewhat dumbfounded...