A Freak Who Destroyed His Own Future? First Soul Ring: Thousand-Year, Second Soul Ring: Ten-Year?

Chen Fan pointed at the weak Na'er and said to the Three Committee Members, enunciating every word, "She is suffering right now. I am very angry."

"So today, this fight must happen."

"Whoever stops me is my enemy."

The Three Committee Members exchanged looks, each seeing the difficulty in the others' eyes.

Crown Prince's Mansion.

Eastern Palace.

Qian Renxue sat upright before her desk, reviewing memorials.

A Guard hurried inside, dropped to one knee, and quietly reported the news sent from Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Smack!

The vermilion brush in Qian Renxue's hand snapped in response.

She abruptly rose to her feet. Even her dignified and luxurious Crown Prince's robes could not conceal the violent fluctuations of her aura.

"Prepare the carriage! We are returning to Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

Her voice carried a trace of panic she herself had not noticed amid its urgency.

"Your Highness, you mustn't!" a maid at her side hurriedly advised. "You still have three political meetings today..."

"Get out!"

Qian... Renxue shouted sternly. A flash of golden light flickered through her phoenix eyes.

He could not be harmed.

Absolutely not!

Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Mimicry Cultivation Ground, central arena.

Surrounding voices were deafening, and every attempt at persuasion was drowned out by Noisy discussions and heckling.

Yu Tianheng had already leaped onto the arena. Soul Power surged around him, blue-violet arcs of lightning crackling sharply as his powerful presence made many watching students feel pressured.

Under countless gazes.

Chen Fan did not hesitate in the slightest.

Step by step, he steadily climbed the Stone Steps.

He would end this farce in the fastest, most decisive way possible.

Then he would take Na'er to find Dugu Bo.

No one could stop him.

Strong wind whistling swept across the arena.

Yu Tianheng crossed his arms and held his Chin slightly raised.

"Kid, state your Martial Soul and Soul Power Level."

"Don't say I'm bullying you. At least let you die knowing why."

The blue-violet electric arcs around him grew denser, erupting with explosive zila sounds as a Burning aura filled the air.

Chen Fan ignored him completely.

He merely stood there quietly, his gaze passing through the noisy crowd and falling upon the Heartbreaking figure below the stage, her Pale face drained of color.

"Looks like he really is a Mute trash."

Yu Tianheng lost his patience.

"Since you won't talk, I'll beat you until you do!"

Before his words had faded, he stomped hard, and three Soul Rings abruptly rose beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple.

Two Soul Rings were both at the optimal ratio!

The imposing aura of a Level Thirty-Four Assault System Battle Soul Ancestor swept toward Chen Fan like a Mountain Flood!

Roar—!

A resounding Dragon's Roar rang throughout the arena.

Yu Tianheng's Right Arm instantly swelled, covered in a layer of blue-violet Dragon Scale. His Fingers transformed into Sharp Claws, wreathed in Electric Light.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Martial Soul Possession!

Below the stage, Exclamations rose one after another.

"It's Captain's Martial Soul Avatar! So cool!"

"Level Thirty-One! How old is Chen Fan? He probably hasn't even reached Level Twenty, has he?"

"It's over. He's really going to get beaten into a dead dog this time." Aosile shrieked from the crowd, his face filled with undisguised excitement and malice.

Faced with this overwhelming pressure, Chen Fan finally moved.

He did not retreat, and even his expression did not change in the slightest.

He merely lightly raised his Right Arm.

The next moment.

A hazy Crimson Dragon Shadow Soared Upwards behind him.

The dragon shadow had no horns, and its eyes were tightly shut, yet it emitted an ancient vastness and majesty that seemed to come from Primordial Desolation.

Candle Dragon Shadow!

Everyone felt their hearts sink inexplicably, as though they had been oppressed!

Immediately afterward, Two Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The First Soul Ring was purple.

The Second Soul Ring was white.

The entire arena fell silent.

It was as if time had been paused at this moment.

Everyone's eyes froze upon those two strangely colored Soul Rings.

Purple... white?

Thousand-Year... Ten-Year?

What the hell was this??

The smug expressions on the faces of the Imperial Fighting Team, including Shi Mo and Yu Feng, all froze.

They rubbed their eyes, wondering whether they had seen wrong.

A Thousand Year Soul Ring as the First Soul Ring was absolutely the configuration of a top genius! No...

He was even a once-in-a-lifetime figure!

Unprecedented!

But why... why was the Second Soul Ring the most worthless Ten-Year Soul Ring?!

This simply defied the common sense of the Soul Master World!

"Pfft... Hahahahaha!"

After the brief silence, Yu Tianheng was the first to burst into wild laughter. He laughed so hard he bent forward and backward, tears nearly spilling from his eyes.

"Thousand-year paired with ten-year? Trash! You're fucking trash beyond anything seen in ten thousand years!"

"I thought His Highness the Crown Prince had found some incredible person. Turns out you're a Deformed Child!"

The trash he meant was not the Martial Soul, but the person!

If the First Soul Ring could withstand a thousand years, then continuing to absorb a ten-year ring afterward...

Wasn't that a joke?!

Destroying his own future!

Among the crowd, Ye Lingling, the Imperial Fighting Team's only Support System Soul Master, did not laugh.

Her gaze did not linger on Chen Fan's strange Soul Rings. Instead, it fell upon the girl below the stage whom she was supporting.

The girl's body was frail, yet she still forced herself to endure, her Purple Beautiful Eyes fixed tightly on Chen Fan atop the arena.

Na'er's heart was indeed bleeding.

She knew how terrifying Chen Fan's Second Soul Ring was. She knew Yu Tianheng could never be his opponent.

But...

A'Fan was angry.

Because of her, A'Fan had truly become enraged.

Yet Na'er could not stop worrying, worrying that Chen Fan would be injured in battle.

"A'Fan..." Na'er's Lips moved, her voice so faint that only she could hear it. "Don't..."

On the arena.

Chen Fan turned a deaf ear to the mockery and discussions around him.

All his fury had gathered at one point.

He wanted a Quick Battle.

"First Soul Skill..."

Chen Fan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every person present.

"Candle Flame Claw."

The instant his words fell, the tightly shut dragon eyes of the Candle Dragon Phantom behind him abruptly opened!

Boom—!

A terrifying aura beyond description erupted with a thunderous blast!

It was no longer ancient vastness, but pure, destructive brutality!

The Thousand Year Soul Ring on Chen Fan's Right Arm blazed brightly. A dragon claw formed from crimson light and flame condensed out of thin air, carrying a strange power where searing heat and bone-chilling cold intertwined as it fiercely clawed at Yu Tianheng!

This strike did not possess earth-shaking momentum.

Yet it made Yu Tianheng's laughter stop abruptly, every hair on his body standing on end!

Danger!

Utter danger!

Without a second thought, he mobilized all his Soul Power and met the attack head-on.

"Third Soul Skill, Wrath of Thunder!"

"Second Soul Skill, Lightning Dragon Claw!"

The blue-violet Electric Light instantly swelled severalfold, transforming into an even larger dragon claw. Carrying violent thunderous force, it crashed viciously into the crimson Candle Flame Claw!

Just at that moment.

"Stop!!!"

An urgent yet authoritative shout came from the entrance of the cultivation ground.

The crowd automatically parted to create a path.

Xue Qinghe, dressed in Crown Prince's robes and surrounded by Guards, was hurrying over, unprecedented anxiety written across her face.