An Easy Victory, Revenge for That Year

"Martial Soul, Light Goddess Butterfly!"

Wang Dong revealed her Martial Soul. A pair of blue wings instantly spread open behind her, the two sections of the forewings shifting from dark blue to azure to light blue. The entire wing surface resembled a string of dazzling halos set against a blue sky, forming a V shape.

Three Soul Rings emerged around her waist.

Yellow, purple, purple!

This Martial Soul left the spectators utterly stunned.

"Such a beautiful Martial Soul actually exists in this world?"

"What Martial Soul is that? Why have I never even heard of it?"

"Ah, why must handsome men make things difficult for other handsome men? No matter which one gets hurt, it'll be a loss for the academy's female students!"

"What? A purple Thousand Year Soul Ring as the second Soul Ring? Unheard of—absolutely unheard of!"

Hearing the startled cries from the stands,

Wang Dong was rather pleased with herself. She slightly raised her chin and said, "Well? It's not too late to admit defeat and become my little brother."

"That applies to you too."

Zi Yao remained calm as all three of his Soul Rings emerged at once.

The pressure from three purple Soul Rings completely crushed Wang Dong's Soul Ring configuration, and everyone in the arena sucked in a cold breath.

It looked like there was only one more Thousand Year Soul Ring,

but that was his First Soul Ring!

What did a Thousand Year First Soul Ring even mean? Ordinary people could at most have a four-hundred-year Soul Ring, while his exceeded that by more than double!

Even Wang Dong was stunned for several seconds.

She had eaten so much Whale Rubber just to get a purple second Soul Ring that her mouth still tasted fishy.

How had this guy obtained a Thousand Year First Soul Ring?

Then, she suddenly understood.

"So that's it. You were the one who stole my spotlight!"

"What spotlight?"

Zi Yao asked in confusion.

Wang Dong did not answer. She poured Soul Power into her first soul skill.

"Enough nonsense. If you can beat me, I'll be your little brother. Take this—First Soul Skill, Winged Scythe Blade!"

Two sharp blue-gold blades extended beneath her beautiful wings.

Propelled by her wings, her speed surged. She was like a butterfly dancing on the wind, yet the pair of scythe blades beneath those feathered wings carried the threat of death beneath that beauty.

Zi Yao used his third soul skill, Myriad Spirits.

At that moment, his spiritual sense covered the entire training ground. Every movement Wang Dong made was plainly visible to him, allowing him to evade each attack from the most ingenious angles.

Damn it, why was this guy so agile?!

Wang Dong was indignant.

"Third Soul Skill, Butterfly God Slash!"

She swept her wings toward the ground, and a golden slash shot from her scythe blades, leaving a deep gouge in the training ground.

Just as Zi Yao was about to dodge,

he discovered that Wang Dong had unleashed more than a dozen Butterfly God Slashes in succession. Even at the cost of greatly draining her Soul Power, she intended to force Zi Yao into a desperate situation.

Zi Yao finally became a little serious.

Wang Dong was only a Soul Elder with thirty-seventh-rank Soul Power, but her combat strength was at least comparable to a powerful Soul Ancestor, perhaps even approaching that of an ordinary Soul King.

He spread his hand, and his First Soul Ring lit up.

Faint blue light gathered in his palm. Before long, a blue-gold Long Spear appeared in his hand.

He thrust out with the spear, directly colliding with the Butterfly God Slash.

Smoke curled through the air, and dust flew up.

A white mark was left on the tip of the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, but it was quickly restored to its original condition as Soul Power filled it.

"You took my Butterfly God Slash head-on?"

Wang Dong looked at him as though he were a monster.

Butterfly God Slash was currently her strongest offensive move, yet it had not even gained the slightest advantage.

When she saw the Blue Silver Overlord Spear in his hand, her eyes shone even brighter.

"How do you have this soul skill? Could it be... your Martial Soul is the Blue Silver Emperor?"

"My turn."

Zi Yao spoke calmly. His spear shot forth like a dragon, flickering with specks of blue lightning.

"First Soul Skill, Heavenly Thunder Spirit!"

A piercing thunderclap rang out. Rampaging thunder power completely fused into the Long Spear, and every thrust left behind a shadow of a lightning spear.

"Second Soul Skill, Butterfly God's Light!"

Seeing that she could not evade the strike, Wang Dong hurriedly used her second soul skill.

Golden Light Power burst from her wings, transforming into arrows that collided with the lightning spear shadows.

Clearly,

Wang Dong's Light Power was indeed formidable,

but there was still a considerable gap between it and the Heavenly Thunder Zi Yao had condensed. To avoid the attack, Wang Dong could only fly high into the air.

"Fuck, are you even human? You're only rank thirty-one, yet you fight this fiercely?"

Even she, who had remained elegant until now, could not help swearing.

Her assault-type soul skills had been caught barehanded by him, and she could not win even in a clash of soul skills. How was she supposed to fight this?

"Are you planning to stay up there and never come down?"

Zi Yao raised his head and teased her.

"I'm not coming down. If I do, I'll have to become your little brother. So what if I'm shameless?"

Wang Dong said, her face red.

"You think you'll be safe just by hiding in the sky?"

Zi Yao chuckled.

Nirvana Blood Burn, Sixth Gear!

A one-hundred-and-eighty-percent boost in strength caused red steam to rise from his entire body. He stomped one foot heavily into the ground, leaving a footprint in the Soul Fighting Training Ground, then launched himself into the air.

Wang Dong's beautiful eyes widened. Just as she was about to flee,

Zi Yao had already reached a height of twenty meters. His five fingers fiercely seized Wang Dong's shoulder and hurled her toward the ground.

With a thunderous bang,

Wang Dong coughed dryly after hitting the ground. Just as she was about to struggle to her feet, Zi Yao descended from above and landed with his feet on either side of her waist. A cold blue-gold Long Spear was pressed against her throat.

A pair of cool, beautiful purple eyes looked down at her. His lips parted slightly.

"You lost."

"I know."

Wang Dong said nothing more. She merely raised an arm to cover her eyes, which were on the verge of tears. Are all Soul Masters outside this monstrous?

She had cultivated diligently in the Clear Sky Sect for five or six years.

Yet the moment she exited seclusion, she had been thoroughly beaten. It was hard for someone who had always felt superior to accept.

"Kill me or do whatever you want. I'm tired."

She closed her eyes and lay sprawled out like a person at the mercy of others.

Suddenly,

she felt someone fiercely pinch her cheek. She hurriedly opened her eyes, but Zi Yao had already finished settling his "revenge for that year."

"N-No... what was that supposed to mean...?"

Wang Dong sat up and rubbed the sore spot. Her cheeks turned even redder.

"It didn't mean anything. There isn't any great grudge between us. It was only a spar."

Zi Yao dismissed the Blue Silver Overlord Spear. Suddenly thinking of something, he turned his head and said, "But to be clear, you'll still be responsible for cleaning the Dormitory from now on."

"I meant you pinching my cheek just now. Either punish me more severely, or don't punish me at all. That just now was neither here nor there... I don't understand what you were doing..."

Wang Dong muttered, her voice becoming gentler as embarrassment crept up to her ears.

"It was nothing. I was just getting revenge for that year."

Zi Yao said calmly, taking the lead as he walked out of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Revenge for that year?

Had she known him before?

Wang Dong could not figure it out, but after hesitating for a moment, she still slowly followed him.