Six-Winged Angel Shocks the Entire Audience!

Lin Fan stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the Golden Class as the corner of his mouth curled up. "I choose... all of you."

The classroom fell silent in an instant.

Then the classroom erupted.

"Arrogant! Fucking arrogant!" The fat boy slammed a hand on the table, his face turning red. "He's asking for a beating!"

Tall Thin Guy clenched the gold coins tightly in his hand and stepped forward with a dark expression. "We have to teach you a lesson! Let you know that there's always someone better out there!"

"Exactly! We need to teach you a proper lesson!" The others chimed in, fury burning in their eyes. "How dare you look down on us like this!"

With a single sentence, Lin Fan had successfully ignited the anger of nearly everyone in the Golden Class.

Who were they?

They were the finest young talents of Spirit Hall, each one chosen from tens of thousands. Usually, who wouldn't treat them with respect?

Yet this new kid actually dared to declare that he would take on all ten of them alone!

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly grew tense. More than a dozen gazes shot toward Lin Fan like blade edges, filled with disdain, anger, and eager anticipation.

Lingyuan Douluo stood by the doorway, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as amusement flashed through her eyes.

She had no intention of stopping them. Instead, she took a step back and leaned against the doorframe, as though preparing to watch a good show.

After all, she was not worried that Lin Fan would lose.

It was laughable. If he truly could not beat them, he could simply use a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone skill. With Lin Fan's cultivation, a Soul Bone skill he unleashed could at most reach the level of a Spirit King and merely seriously injure them.

If its power truly became too great, she could step in and stop it.

Ling Yuan intended to use this opportunity to let Lin Fan thoroughly dampen the arrogance of these self-important geniuses.

...And take a look at what a Hundred Thousand Year soul skill was like.

Lin Fan stood where he was, both hands tucked into his pockets, a lazy smile on his face, as though the people before him were nothing more than a bunch of clowns hopping around.

"Didn't you just say I was someone who got in through connections? That I came in through the back door?" His tone was casual as his gaze swept over those who had mocked him. He pointed toward the Battle Soul Platform. "Fine, I'll give you a chance. Whoever loses will kneel before me and apologize in public."

"You—!" The fat boy trembled with rage, but Tall Thin Guy grabbed him. "Don't be impulsive. Make him kneel and beg for mercy later!"

"Two self-righteous pieces of trash." Lin Fan's tone was contemptuous, and he did not give an inch.

Hu Liena finally could not hold back any longer and stepped out, trying to smooth things over. "Junior Brother, it's enough if you challenge them one by one. There's no need to fight our entire class. Brother, Yan, don't you agree?"

Although she knew Lin Fan was immensely talented and possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, she had never expected him to truly dare challenge the entire Golden Class.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

When they learned that Lin Fan was actually the personal disciple of Pope Bibi Dong, their expressions changed even more!

"There's no need." Lin Fan waved a hand. "I'll settle it all at once. It saves trouble."

"You..." Hu Liena was left speechless, her brows tightly furrowed.

At that moment, Xie Yue finally came back to his senses and hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "Lin Fan, calm down..."

"I know." Lin Fan smiled faintly. "That's why I want to give it a try."

"You..." Xie Yue was speechless. He truly could not understand how a six-year-old child dared to challenge a group of geniuses several years older than himself.

"Let's go." Lin Fan turned and walked away. "See you at the Battle Soul Platform."

Lingyuan Douluo glanced at the Golden Class, then headed toward the Battle Soul Platform as well.

The Golden Class exchanged looks, but in the end, they gritted their teeth and followed.

They had been completely enraged!

But Lin Fan's status as the Pope's disciple made things difficult for them.

He had provoked them this far; they could not refuse to fight.

But he was the Pope's disciple. They could not beat him too badly either. If the Pope blamed them, it was not something they could bear.

"The Pope's disciple?!"

"No wonder he's so arrogant!"

"Damn it... So what? Even if he has backing, today we still have to let him know what a gap in strength looks like!"

"Fuck!" Yan cursed. "It's all because of you two and your loose mouths! You used to talk to me like that too. After I beat you up, you still didn't learn to restrain yourselves. With mouths that foul, you finally provoked someone you can't afford to mess with this time, huh?!"

When the others heard Yan start in on them, they quickly joined in. Zhang Ting was the first to speak. "Exactly. If Your Eminence the Pope blames someone, you two can forget about staying in the Golden Class. Every time we see you, we'll beat you up!"

"Exactly, exactly. Just wait. Things won't be easy for you two from now on..."

Ten minutes later, at the central Battle Soul Platform of Spirit Master Academy.

The ten members of the Golden Class stood in a row, looking aggressive. The area below the platform was packed with students who had rushed over after hearing the news, and discussions rose one after another.

"I heard the new kid wants to fight ten people alone? Is he crazy?!"

"That's the Golden Class! Even the weakest among them are Soul Elders!"

Lin Fan stood alone opposite them, slowly rolling his wrists.

He glanced at Lingyuan Douluo, who was acting as referee at the far right of the Rotating Arena. She winked at him with an expression that showed she was eagerly waiting for the show.

"Both sides, summon your Martial Souls!" Lingyuan Douluo said slowly.

The ten members of the Golden Class did not hesitate. They all summoned their Martial Souls, their yellow, yellow, purple Soul Ring configurations shining brilliantly and displaying the foundation of top-tier geniuses.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan had all reached level 31 Soul Power.

The rest were all two-ring Soul Grandmasters. Among them, the two Support System Spirit Masters were at the peak of level 28, while the remaining ones were only a step away from becoming Soul Elders.

However, the moment Lin Fan's Martial Soul truly appeared, the entire venue fell silent.

Behind him, a massive, blurry female phantom slowly emerged—the Six-winged Angel!

Three pairs of pure white wings gradually spread open, as though a deity had descended into the world. The dazzling light made everyone unable to open their eyes, while a sacred and majestic aura swept across the entire venue.

Lin Fan's body slowly rose into the air, and two Soul Rings emerged from beneath his feet—yellow and purple!

His second Soul Ring was a thousand-year one!

"A yellow and purple Soul Ring configuration?!"

"His second Soul Ring is purple?!"

"That's impossible! He looks like he's only six years old! Yet he already has the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster!"

The crowd below instantly erupted, and the watching students cried out in shock.

"Three pairs of wings... That's the previous Pope's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!" Someone recognized this Super Martial Soul, their voice trembling.

Any Martial Soul above the top tier was certain to possess Innate Full Soul Power. A Martial Soul with an Extreme Attribute could be called a Super Martial Soul!

A so-called God-level Martial Soul referred to a Martial Soul that, upon cultivating to level one hundred, transformed into a god. Only then could it be called a God-level Martial Soul.

"The successor to the previous Pope?!"

The faces of the Golden Class instantly turned extremely ugly, especially the fat boy and Tall Thin Guy, who had mocked him earlier. Their faces were now pale, and cold sweat seeped from their foreheads.

Had they merely provoked someone formidable?

They had clearly kicked a Diamond!

They finally realized what kind of monster they had provoked!

Lingyuan Douluo announced, "The match begins!"

"First Soul Skill, Angel Halo!"

A Golden Halo condensed in Lin Fan's hand, then slowly rose into the air and hovered above his head. Holy Radiance poured down, draping him in a faint golden glow.