Soul Master Strongest Ranking, Seventh Place: Li Xin, A Thought of Gods and Demons!

Lu Bu laughed wildly. With a sweep of his Sky-Piercing Halberd, he faced two opponents alone, blocking Guan Yu's blade and Zhang Fei's spear at the same time!

The halberd, blade, and spear—three Divine Weapons—clashed madly in midair. Sparks flew, explosions boomed, and the battle raged until heaven and earth darkened and sun and moon lost their light!

Just as the battle reached its fiercest point—

"Fengxian, keep it up~"

A soft female voice, sultry to the bone and seemingly hooked, drifted leisurely from the edge of the training ground.

An unparalleled beauty stood quietly by the field, dressed in a long pink palace gown whose hem trailed across the ground. Her figure was unbelievably graceful and alluring.

Her skin was like congealed cream, her eyes like autumn waters. Every glance sent ripples through her gaze, as though she could steal away one's very soul.

Especially those cherry-red lips, slightly curved in a faint, teasing smile. It was none other than Diao Chan.

Though her call was not loud, it seemed to possess a magical power.

In an instant, it pierced through the deafening roars of battle and reached Lu Bu's ears clearly.

"Chan'er is watching!"

Lu Bu's mighty body trembled, and an unprecedented fiery light burst from his eyes.

The power of the Sky-Piercing Halberd in his hand surged by another thirty percent out of nowhere. Halberd shadows filled the sky, forcing both Guan Yu and Zhang Fei back half a step!

"Ha ha ha! With Chan'er cheering me on, I will surely fight to my heart's content today!"

At the same time, while flames of war soared over the training ground—

At the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye, by the central spring.

Li Xin sat cross-legged at the boundary between the Ice Blue and Crimson Spring Water.

Light and Dark Soul Power around him twisted, collided, and attempted to merge like two raging dragons.

His bare upper body was split in appearance: the skin on his left was a sacred pure gold, while dark purple mist spread across his right.

The two extreme powers wrestled within him, making him frown tightly as sweat poured down like rain.

Just as he reached the most critical moment of his breakthrough—

Golden light descended from the heavens once more!

[Soul Master Strongest Ranking, Seventh Place: Li Xin!]

[Affiliated Faction: King's Hall]

[Level 98 Peak Douluo, possessing the God-tier Martial Soul, Blade of Gods and Demons! Body of Light and Dark, A Thought of Gods and Demons!]

[One side of his blade bears radiant divine might, while the other exhales shadowy demonic aura. It is the perfect vessel for the world's utmost yang and utmost yin powers! His offensive power reigns supreme among those of the same level, and his potential is boundless!]

[Worthy of seventh place on the Powerhouse Ranking!]

[Reward Received: All Soul Ring durations increased by five thousand years!]

"F-Five thousand years?!"

"Good heavens! These rewards are getting more and more outrageous!"

"Seventh place! Another member of King's Hall! Two in a row! Both ranked above Bibi Dong!"

Across the continent, countless Soul Masters were so shocked that they had gone numb, capable only of letting out instinctive cries.

Within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye, that massive pillar of golden light crashed down, completely engulfing Li Xin!

"Buzz—!"

Nine Soul Rings uncontrollably appeared beneath Li Xin's feet—purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, red!

Immediately afterward, under the infusion of five thousand years' worth of Heaven and Earth Laws, so vast they were beyond imagination—

The first two purple Thousand Year Soul Rings began to tremble violently, expand, and transform!

Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red!

All of the first eight rings had advanced into Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The blood-red 100,000-Year Soul Ring of the ninth ring became even deeper and more bewitching in color, and the pressure it radiated nearly solidified into substance!

"Boom—!!!"

Li Xin's tightly shut eyes flew open!

His left eye blazed gold like a scorching sun, while his right glowed with a deep purple light like an abyss!

The Light and Dark Soul Power around him, which had been clashing violently moments ago, was infused with this sudden, vast energy.

It seemed to have found some mysterious point of balance and began to slowly merge in a strange rhythm!

The utterly opposing spring waters of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye also seemed to resonate with the Light and Dark Power within him.

Threads of Ice Blue and Crimson energy seeped into his body, harmonizing those two extreme forces.

"So that's how it is... Light and dark are not opposites, but two sides of the same origin..."

Li Xin muttered softly, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice.

"The day I break through this bottleneck—will be today!"

He rose to his full height, and the Blade of Gods and Demons abruptly appeared in his hand!

Sacred golden runes flowed across one side of the blade, while fierce purple demonic patterns were carved into the other.

The powers of light and darkness converged upon its edge, radiating a terrifying aura that made heaven and earth change color!

The Level 98 Peak Douluo Soul Power barrier suddenly began to loosen at this moment!

Meanwhile, within the herb garden of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye.

"I've struck it rich... I've struck it rich... This time, I've really struck it rich..."

Bian Que's hair was disheveled, and his black robe was covered in dirt. His usually gloomy eyes were now wide open, gleaming with nearly crazed excitement.

"Supreme-grade... They're all supreme-grade! Hahaha! The Venerable One truly didn't deceive me! This place is simply the ultimate paradise!"

He completely ignored the heavenly phenomenon caused by Li Xin's breakthrough in the distance, utterly immersed in the ecstasy of discovering treasure.

Like a beggar who had found a mountain of gold, he danced wildly, looking completely mad.

The spectator stands of King's Canyon.

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

Every faction, whether the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Spirit Hall, or the smaller sects and Rogue Soul Masters—

All of them stood with their mouths wide open, like ducks with their throats pinched shut, unable to make a sound.

Their gazes were fixed on the Heavenly Ranking, which still shone with brilliant golden light in the sky.

"King's... King's Hall... actually has another two people on the list..."

"And all of them... all of them are ranked above Her Holiness the Pope..."

"How is that possible... Her Holiness the Pope has Twin Martial Souls..."

"Could these powerhouses of King's Hall... be even more terrifying than the Pope with Twin Martial Souls?!"

No one knew who was the first to speak in a trembling voice. Then, like a plague, fear and disbelief spread madly through the crowd.

Inside the private room, the scepter in Ning Fengzhi's hand fell to the floor with a clang. Yet he did not notice at all, merely staring blankly at the sky with trembling lips.

"Six... King's Hall already has six Peak Douluos on the ranking... and every one of their rankings is terrifyingly high..."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's face was livid as he said hoarsely:

"Fengzhi... I'm afraid we had still vastly underestimated the foundations of King's Hall..."

Qian Renxue, beneath Xue Qinghe's disguise, was even more troubled.

She worried for Spirit Hall and for her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, yet deep within her heart, an uncontrollable trace of secret excitement arose.

Toward Lin Jiang, the mysterious Hall Master capable of commanding so many peerless powerhouses, she developed a curiosity and admiration that even she herself could not understand.

In the area occupied by Spirit Hall's worshippers, the atmosphere had become oppressive to the extreme.

Veins bulged on Mighty Lion Douluo's forehead, and his teeth ground together with creaks.

"This is going too far... too far! They are trying to grind the dignity of Spirit Hall into the dirt!"

Guang Ling Douluo's face turned deathly pale. The humiliation of his earlier defeat to Bai Li Shou Yue had not yet faded.

Now, seeing two more people from King's Hall standing high above even Spirit Hall's Pope, he felt his chest tighten as though he were about to cough up blood.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm.

Yet within the depths of those eyes as profound as the starry sky, monstrous waves had already risen...