Welcome to My Sky Domain!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Fan instantly widened the distance between them.

But even fiercer attacks followed. Piercing metallic screeches rang out one after another, and after several slashes from the Moon Blades, fine cracks appeared across the surface of the Spider Spears.

Yan naturally did not remain idle. A magma-wreathed fist blast came roaring in from the side. Lin Fan suddenly withdrew his strength and leaned backward, sliding away with the downward force of the Moon Blades.

Several severed strands of black hair drifted slowly to the ground.

Tall Thin Guy's attack arrived at the same time, knocking Lin Fan several meters away.

"Third Soul Skill: Hell Lava!" Yan's furious roar suddenly exploded from the side.

The entire Battle Soul Platform shook violently as scorching magma burst forth from the cracks.

Yet a smile curled across Lin Fan's lips—this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for!

He pretended to be struck by the pillar of fire, but actually used the impact to launch himself into the air.

The spectators saw only a black shadow shoot skyward like a cannonball. Bewitching Charm, Yan, the fatty, and Tall Thin Guy immediately burst out of the Red Mist in pursuit.

Three, two, one... Lin Fan counted silently until he reached the apex of his arc, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul bloomed with a thunderous burst.

The sacred storm generated by the instant switch threw the pursuers off balance.

The Angel Domain unfolded immediately after—this was the true killing move!

"How is that possible? Seamless switching between Twin Martial Souls!" Bewitching Charm's body clearly stiffened in midair.

Lin Fan's switches between his Twin Martial Souls had previously had at least a ten-second gap, yet now his transitions were as natural as breathing.

"What?! How did he do that?!" Yan's eyes widened as he stared at Lin Fan in shock.

Only then did Hu Liena realize that she had been deceived. Lin Fan's earlier actions had made her believe that Teacher Bibi Dong had not yet taught him how to seamlessly switch between Twin Martial Souls.

In that split-second opening, Lin Fan caught the rising current from the erupting magma. With a light beat of his wings, he shot ten meters into the air.

"Welcome to my Sky Domain!" Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

He withdrew Death Purgatory and instantly unleashed the Angel Domain.

"Now it's my turn!"

Ring after ring of golden light, accompanied by strange and wondrous sounds, descended directly upon them.

The Angel Domain was filled with sacred, dazzling radiance!

"Second Soul Skill, Angel Meteor Shower!"

Angel Meteor Shower, which originally required several seconds to gather, instantly took shape under the Domain's enhancement.

From beginning to end, his goal had been to lure them into the air and bombard them with fireballs.

More than thirty fireballs, trailing Holy Flame, gathered like a swarm of bees.

It was already too late for Bewitching Charm to retreat. The Domain's suppression made their Soul Power circulate as sluggishly as if they were trapped in a mire.

Watching everything unfold, Lingyuan Douluo secretly marveled, At such a young age, he already possesses such exceptional combat awareness and talent!

Lin Fan snapped his fingers once more, and the Fireball Matrix came crashing down.

The fireballs were incredibly fast and possessed terrifying penetrating force. The first wave struck Bewitching Charm directly.

"Boom—boom—boom—!!"

A series of explosions echoed through the air. The Red Mist was utterly torn apart, and Bewitching Charm was steadily driven back beneath the fireball barrage.

In the end, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill was ripped to pieces. The forcibly separated siblings were blasted toward the edge of the arena by the shockwave!

The second wave of fireballs followed immediately after, locking onto them precisely and striking again!

Yan's Flame Lord Martial Soul faced the Six-Winged Angel's even stronger fire attribute. His flames were completely suppressed by Sacred Power, and he crashed into the stands like a blasted charcoal ball.

As for Tall Thin Guy and the dead fat man, they had it worst of all, taking all of the remaining dozen or so fireballs.

Everyone in Golden Class was completely dumbfounded. Their former arrogance had long since vanished. Lin Fan slowly descended, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul gradually receded as the Golden Light around him faded away.

"The match is over," Lingyuan Douluo announced.

The entire arena fell silent before erupting into thunderous applause and cries of amazement.

"Six years old, a Soul Grandmaster, Twin Martial Souls, and a thousand-year second ring!"

"Is he even human? He's a monster!"

The two Support System Spirit Masters who had been knocked off the platform at the start of the battle secretly rejoiced.

Good thing we were knocked off right from the start.

Otherwise, we would have been surrounded by fireballs like them...

Lin Fan slowly landed, the Six-Winged Angel folding its wings behind him. Its feathers trembled lightly, making him seem like a god descending upon the world.

His gaze swept over the bedraggled members of Golden Class sprawled on the ground, a faint smile resting on his lips.

Golden Class was scattered across the ground in disarray, their clothes blackened and their appearance miserable.

Tall Thin Guy's hair had been burned into curls, while the fatty's face was covered in soot, making him look like a charcoal ball struck by lightning.

Under the treatment of the Support System Teacher beneath the platform, Hu Liena and Xie Yue barely managed to rise while bracing themselves on their knees. Their eyes were full of disbelief—the Martial Soul Fusion Skill they had been so proud of had been effortlessly crushed by a six-year-old child!

They had never imagined that they would lose, much less lose so thoroughly!

"Now, it's time to honor your promise," he said calmly.

The fatty struggled to his feet, his face livid. "Y-you... don't go too far!"

"Too far?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you the ones shouting about teaching me a lesson? What, now that you've lost, you don't dare admit it?"

Tall Thin Guy clutched his arm, which had been scorched by the fireballs, and gritted his teeth. "We're from Golden Class. We'll be classmates in the future, you—"

"A bet is a bet," Lin Fan cut him off. His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it sent chills down everyone's spine. "Or are the geniuses of Golden Class so spineless that they can't even admit defeat?"

"Besides, you're so useless that you might be eliminated in the year-end assessment anyway."

Lin Fan continued to twist the knife. "Trash should know its place. Don't embarrass yourselves by whining."

The two looked toward Lingyuan Douluo for help.

Lingyuan Douluo leaned lazily against the railing. She suddenly gave a soft laugh, but her eyes were as cold as ice. "What? Are you planning to break your word?"

What a joke. With someone of Lin Fan's background present, whose backing could possibly surpass his?

"I... I admit defeat." The fatty finally lowered his head, his voice so quiet it was nearly inaudible.

"I admit it too," Tall Thin Guy said with difficulty.

"Can't you understand human speech? You already lost. Do you think you need to admit it for that to count?" Lin Fan said disdainfully. "Kowtow! Apologize!"

The fatty's face flushed red, his fists clenched until they cracked. But when he met Lin Fan's indifferent gaze, he could only lower his head in humiliation and slowly kneel.

"I'm... sorry!" The words were practically forced out between his teeth.

Seeing this, Tall Thin Guy could only grit his teeth and kneel as well, slamming his forehead heavily against the ground.

"Thud!"

The dull sound of the kowtow was especially clear in the silent Spirit Fighting Arena.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction and swept his gaze over the others. "Who else refuses to accept this?"

Golden Class remained silent. No one dared respond.

"Since this is over, those who haven't recovered can continue receiving treatment," Lingyuan Douluo said as she stood, waving a hand lazily. "The rest can go back to class."

Her gaze swept over the miserable members of Golden Class, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

She had originally thought she would get to witness the legendary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone skill, yet Lin Fan had crushed the entire field with only his thousand-year second ring and flawless connection between his Twin Martial Souls.

The Spirit Fighting Arena was a complete mess, and the scent of sacred flames still lingered in the air. The members of Golden Class were ashen-faced. No one dared say another word, and they could only leave the arena in disgrace with the help of the healing Soul Masters.