Heavenly Silkworm Dress, Universe in the Sleeve

The Soul Guidance Shield rose again.

"The match begins."

With no idea what emotions he was feeling, Zheng Zhan gave the signal to begin.

As his right hand came down, Chen Ping's body suddenly shot forward, his gem-studded White Robe snapping loudly in the wind.

On the other side, Wang Xiaolei of the Holy Spirit Sect did not dare underestimate his opponent this time, reacting with incredible speed.

As he released six Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—he even activated a Level Six Invincible Shield that could last for three seconds, one that could not be broken by anyone below the Titled Douluo level.

This was the method the Holy Spirit Sect had devised, one that could effectively counter Chen Ping's instant-kill tactics.

But as a Seventh Level Soul Engineer, how could Chen Ping fail to see through such a petty trick?

Thus, he had no intention of repeating his tactics from the previous match. He had said before that, in his eyes, Wang Xiaolei was already experimental material delivered right to his doorstep.

As the yellow Invincible Shield lit up, a skeletal claw reached out from the sleeve on Wang Xiaolei's right arm and pointed at the rapidly approaching Chen Ping. Wang Xiaolei's First Soul Ring lit up as well.

A bizarre scene unfolded. A mass of pale bone claws suddenly burst from the hard steel floor. Two of them seized Chen Ping's feet as he drove forward, while the others all reached for his legs.

Though it was broad daylight, the sky had already been overcast. Coupled with the sudden appearance of so many bone claws, it immediately drew cries of alarm from the spectators.

What was that? What kind of Martial Soul was that?

A low, groaning voice sounded from within Wang Xiaolei's enormous cloak.