Crushing

Four rings, Soul Ancestor!

"Holy shit!"

The one who spoke was a burly, white-haired man with hair like steel needles, bronze skin, and a face free of wrinkles despite being around fifty. As if he had seen something utterly inconceivable, he sprayed the tea in his mouth straight at Yan Shaozhe beside him.

"Old Yan, did this kid take some drugs?!"

Of course, it was not that An Zhen had actually taken drugs. But in Qian Duoduo's eighty years of experience, an eleven- or twelve-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor was truly dreamlike.

Yet the refined middle-aged man did not answer. Both hands gripped the railing before him so tightly that he actually warped it.

He was absolutely certain that An Zhen had only advanced to a Three-Ring Soul Elder a month ago.

Though they did not monitor their students, they had never paid any less attention to An Zhen. No medicine powerful enough to raise cultivation so drastically had been sold in the city recently, and with how cunning this kid was, how could he possibly do something that would ruin his own future?

Once every impossibility and absurdity had been ruled out, only one explanation remained: this kid's copying ability could not only copy a teacher's Martial Soul and Soul Rings, but even copy a teacher's cultivation for a period of time.

All was silent. Golden waves of light supported the young man, while a pair of platinum dragon horns sat atop his head like a crown. He seemed like the heir of light descending upon the world, his handsome face carrying a sacred, majestic expression.

"This feeling is really powerful."

An Zhen excitedly sensed the power he possessed at that moment.

Five or six minutes should be fine.

"That's impossible!"

A savage roar rang out. With a twisted expression, Dai Huabin gathered white light in his mouth. A Golden Yellow Soul Ring lit up, and a white orb radiating considerable energy fluctuations shot toward An Zhen.

Fake!

Fake!

How could anyone be more outstanding than him?!

The enormous platinum dragon claw clenched into a fist. Before everyone's astonished eyes, without using any soul skill at all, it smashed directly into the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave.

Bang!

A burst of air exploded outward.

"Ning Tian, Wu Feng, get off the field first."

The figure of light broke through the blast wave, a thrill of slaughter and hunting surfacing on An Zhen's face.

Under the puzzled gazes of the other students, the two girls said nothing and immediately left the arena.

"Arrogant!"

A powerful sense of humiliation surged through him. In every battle, it had always been Dai Huabin who fought many opponents alone.

A sinister purple light flashed—the third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

In an instant, Dai Huabin's muscles, already enlarged by Martial Soul Possession, became even more massive. His shirt burst apart completely, the fur on his arms and his tiger paws becoming more lifelike, while black stripes appeared across his body.

A yellow Soul Ring lit up, and a faint layer of white light covered Dai Huabin. As a direct descendant of the White Tiger Duke, his combat experience was naturally extensive.

Watching the figure charging straight at him, Dai Huabin's lips curled into a smug smile. His enormous tiger claw came crashing down at An Zhen. Idiot.

At the same time, a black figure clad in leather silently appeared at An Zhen's side. A Golden Yellow Soul Ring lit up behind Zhu Lu, her slender fingers resembling daggers coated in black Spiritual Light.

On the other side, the originally pure and lovely pink-haired girl lit up a yellow Soul Ring. In an instant, the immature girl possessed the beauty of a young woman in full bloom. Her long pink wavy hair cascaded down like a waterfall, two fluffy fox tails appearing behind her. Her eyes were as tender as water, innocence intertwined with seduction, captivating the heart.

Charm!

"Get lost!"

"Roar!"

A resounding, sacred dragon roar rang out.

"Ah!"

A miserable feminine cry followed.

Cui Yajie only felt as if she had slammed into something hard at incredible speed, her entire body seeming ready to shatter. Bright red blood sprayed from her mouth, and she immediately passed out.

Tsk, why were there eggs that liked smashing into rocks these days?

Even An Zhen did not know how powerful his soul was. On top of that, he had the world's protection; even Electrolux could not detect anything. A two-ring Soul Grandmaster using spiritual charm was less effective than a moth flying into a flame.

A platinum dragon claw that seemed to be holding light itself smashed down at the tiger claw before it. Under the shocked gaze of the curly-haired cat girl, another fist seemingly wrapped in light struck her abdomen even faster.

Could a four-ring Holy Light Dragon possibly be slower than a little two-ring cat like you?

Dragons were hexagonal warriors!

Crack~

Dai Huabin's blue eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

The tremendous force in his hand forced him to stagger backward. Intense pain continuously shot up from his arm, stimulating his nerves.

"Trash!"

An Zhen stomped heavily on the ground, his figure accelerating once more as he charged toward the retreating Dai Huabin.

By the time Dai Huabin recovered from the pain, the platinum dragon claw was already less than half a meter from his body. Muscle memory born of extensive combat experience drove him to raise his arm, but a fair, clean palm had already descended.

Slap!

The crisp sound echoed throughout the assessment area.

Only when Dai Huabin was knocked to the ground by that blow did everyone finally come back to their senses.

A burning sensation continually spread across his face, telling Dai Huabin that this proud young man had been slapped across the face in full view of everyone. He spat out blood along with dislodged teeth. The red palm print had even drawn blood, yet no matter how great the pain was, it could not compare to the humiliation he felt now.

"I'll kill you!"

With a ferocious expression as insane as a demon's, Dai Huabin got to his feet. The next moment, sharp platinum dragon claws raked toward his waist. Blood fell, and Dai Huabin's body was sent flying by the blow, landing beside Zhu Lu.

"Huabin!"

Zhu Lu, her cat ears visible, struggled to stand while clutching her abdomen.

Pfft!

Cui Yajie had been taken away for treatment. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu stood there with chaotic breaths, covered in dust and looking utterly bedraggled, while the young man on the field suddenly laughed.

An Zhen, who had just been surrounded and attacked, had reversed the situation in the blink of an eye.

"The White Tiger Dai Clan has loyally protected the nation for generations."

"Driven from the throne, and you still became someone else's loyal dogs."

"Do you have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill? If not, then you two pieces of trash can get off the field yourselves."

The young man surrounded by light crossed his arms, his condescending arrogance completely undisguised.

Die of anger.

"Pfft~"

As Dai Huabin, supported by Zhu Lu, rose to his feet, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His savage expression looked as though he wanted to devour An Zhen alive, the hatred in his eyes utterly undisguised.

"I will definitely kill you!"

"Zhu Lu!"

"Mm."

A tiger roar suddenly erupted from Dai Huabin's mouth. His previously weakened aura instantly surged, and he rapidly transformed into a White Tiger. Zhu Lu's entire body was enveloped in black Spiritual Light, becoming seemingly translucent as she embraced Dai Huabin. At that moment, their eyes reflected one another—one filled with hatred, the other tender as water.

The White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat merged into one at that moment as well. Black Spiritual Light surged from within the White Tiger's body, spreading outward. The next instant, the two figures vanished, replaced by a gigantic, translucent tiger in the arena. White fur and black stripes covered its body, while dense Soul Power coiled around it.

"Doesn't it even have wings?"

Big brother crushed his enemies, and the little darling threw herself into his arms. Perfect!