Nine Revolutions of Glazed Tile Have True Dragon! Ning Junlan Attacks Ning Fengzhi, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill, Dark Shadow Dragon Strike!

A flash of light, and the four of them vanished from where they stood.

High in the sky, clouds gathered as thunder raced through them.

Rumble—!

Amid deafening thunder, a boundless golden arena fully condensed into shape above the firmament.

Sacred golden patterns flowed across the arena's surface, as though it had been forged from pure Power of Light, radiating an ancient and vast aura.

Four flashes of golden light streaked out. Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Ning Junlan, and Wei Ang—

had appeared at the four corners of the arena, facing one another from afar.

A murderous atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire field.

Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword, his white robes fluttering despite the lack of wind. Sharp sword intent shot into the sky, distorting the space around him as though it were being sliced apart.

His expression was grave, his gaze locked firmly onto the man clad in a Purple Blazing dragon robe.

Ning Fengzhi stood behind Chen Xin, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda already hovering in his palm. He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the unease in his heart until only determination remained in his eyes.

On the other side, the two from the Sun Moon Continent appeared utterly composed.

Emperor Wei Ang stood with his hands behind his back, not even releasing his Martial Soul immediately.

He merely studied Chen Xin with an appraising gaze tinged with faint contempt, as though examining an interesting antique.

Ning Junlan still wore that cold and aloof expression. She glanced at the exquisite, translucent Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon Pagoda in her palm, around which dragon aura coiled.

(Note: After the Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon Martial Soul is cultivated to a profound realm, it can change its outward form.)

Then she looked at Ning Fengzhi, who stood across from her as though facing a great enemy. The corner of her lips rose in an almost imperceptible curve, carrying the confidence born from the overwhelming superiority of both bloodline and strength.

On the Sky Screen, black boxes appeared beside each of them, marking the soul bones within their bodies.

Ning Junlan: Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone x2.

Wei Ang: Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone x3.

In comparison—

the soul bone configurations of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which claimed wealth enough to rival a nation, were utterly miserable.

At that moment, the majestic voice rang out from the Sky Screen once more, announcing the rules of this battle to the entire continent:

[Sky Curtain Arena, rules established.]

[To ensure fairness, both sides' Soul Power will be suppressed.]

[Sun Moon Continent side, Wei Ang: Soul Power suppressed to Rank 96, equal to Chen Xin.]

[Sun Moon Continent side, Ning Junlan: Soul Power suppressed to Rank 79, equal to Ning Fengzhi.

Furthermore, only the first seven Soul Skills may be used.]

[However, the power of soul bones originates from oneself and is not subject to suppression.]

[Duel, begin!]

As soon as the rules were announced, the people of Douluo Continent were stunned before erupting into an earth-shaking uproar!

"Soul Power has been suppressed!

Great!

That means Sword Douluo and Sect Master Ning won't be at a disadvantage!"

"Wait!

Soul bones aren't restricted?

That Ning Junlan has two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, and that emperor has three! This..."

"It's over... This isn't fair at all!

Soul bone skills are as powerful as Soul Skills!

Especially Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones!"

The flicker of hope that had just ignited in the hearts of Douluo Continent's people was instantly doused by a bucket of icy water called "soul bones," left wavering on the verge of extinction.

On the arena, Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi's expressions also turned incomparably grave.

They knew all too well what Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones meant.

"Fengzhi, be careful!"

Chen Xin shouted in a low voice, no longer hesitating.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

A clear sword cry rang through heaven and earth!

Chen Xin's entire body transformed into a colossal sword that pierced the heavens and earth. Sword qi surged in every direction, as though it would carve a crack through the Sky Screen itself!

Chen Xin did not test his opponent in the slightest. From the very beginning, he had assumed his strongest form!

Facing such a powerful enemy, Chen Xin did not dare harbor even the slightest trace of complacency!

"Interesting."

Wei Ang finally lifted his eyelids, a cruel smile curling across his lips.

"A mere Tool Martial Soul dares display its edge before me?"

"Roar—!"

A dragon roar that shook the ages erupted!

Behind Wei Ang, the phantom of an enormous dragon vast enough to blot out the sky burst forth!

The dragon's entire body was a noble Purple-Gold, its scales grim and imposing, its Dragon Might vast and overwhelming. Purple flames that seemed capable of burning all things blazed within its dragon eyes!

It was one of the pinnacles among Beast Martial Souls—the Purple Blazing Sky-Destroying Dragon!

The pressure released merely by the appearance of that Martial Soul—

made the Seven Kill Sword Avatar Chen Xin had become hum under unbearable strain!

"Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi dared not delay. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his palm burst with light!

"Seven Treasures Turn Out Glazed Tile!"

"First: Strength!"

"Second: Speed!"

"Third: Soul!"

"Sixth: Amplification!"

Six dazzling beams of light instantly blessed Chen Xin, forcibly raising his aura by a tremendous degree!

An 80% increase to all attributes—this was the true value of Douluo Continent's number one Support-type Spirit Master!

"My spirit and backbone yield to no one!"

Chen Xin let out a long cry. Man and sword became one as he transformed into a streak of light and fearlessly slashed toward Wei Ang!

Yet at that moment, Ning Junlan moved.

Watching Ning Fengzhi provide his support, she spoke coldly. Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly spread across the entire arena.

"Does the glow of a firefly dare contend with the Bright Moon?

Let me show you what the true path of support is."

"Nine Revolutions of Glazed Tile Have True Dragon!"

The Nine-Colored Glazed Tile Dragon Pagoda in her palm radiated boundless light as a lifelike Glazed Tile Dragon Shadow spiraled upward!

"First: Strength!"

"Second: Speed!"

"Third: Divine Power (spiritual power)!"

"Sixth: Soul!"

They were likewise six beams of light, but Ning Junlan's were more solid and more brilliant as they instantly descended upon Wei Ang.

Wei Ang's aura surged explosively, his domineering presence of Ruling the World nearly becoming tangible.

He did not even use a Soul Skill. He simply raised his right claw, covered in Purple-Gold Dragon Scales, and casually swung it at Chen Xin's heaven-shaking sword strike!

Clang—!!!

The thunderous metal clash made the entire arena hum violently!

The colossal sword Chen Xin had become was actually sent flying by that single claw strike, tumbling several times through the air before he managed to steady himself.

Even the light on the sword's body had dimmed somewhat!

"Pfft!"

Chen Xin withdrew from his Martial Soul Avatar, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as his eyes filled with shock.

"How is it possible... His strength..."

Ning Fengzhi's heart was even more violently shaken.

He could clearly sense that every one of Ning Junlan's support effects had reached a staggering 100%!

They were a full 20% higher than his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

This was the insurmountable chasm between Nine Treasures and Seven Treasures!

"Do you see it? This is the difference."

Ning Junlan's icy voice rang out.

"But do you think my role is merely to provide support?"

Before the words fell, Ning Junlan's figure suddenly vanished from where she stood!

"Not good!"

Chen Xin's pupils contracted sharply. He wanted to retreat and defend, but Wei Ang's Purple Blazing Dragon Breath tightly entangled him, leaving him completely unable to break free!

Alarm bells rang wildly in Ning Fengzhi's heart. He was merely a Support-type Spirit Master, and his close-combat ability was practically nonexistent!

The next moment, Ning Junlan appeared before him like a ghost. On her fair right leg—

a translucent soul bone that looked as though it had been carved from ruby shone with dazzling light!

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill—Shadow Dragon Strike!