Instant Kill

"Your strength is truly weak. How utterly boring."

At that moment, Ling Feng was the first to step forward. The corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing a trace of disdain.

"Hmph, you have invited death upon yourself."

Hearing such mockery from the other side, Tang San's fury flared.

With a cold snort, he released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. The three soul rings around him flashed in succession, emitting a faint glow.

Nourished by Soul Power, the Blue Silver Grass instantly grew thick and powerful, as though it had come alive.

Xiao Wu released her Soft Bone Demon Rabbit Martial Soul. She too possessed the configuration of two yellow rings and one purple ring, a Three Ring Soul Grandmaster, and her body immediately became light and nimble.

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement."

"Second Soul Skill: Parasite."

Tang San stepped into the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and vanished from where he stood in an instant, like a ghost.

He then unleashed his First and Second Soul Skills. Blue Silver Grass filled the sky, transforming into thick vines that lashed toward Ling Feng at incredible speed.

The vines resembled agile pythons, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced at Ling Feng, attempting to bind him tightly.

Ling Feng did not even glance at Tang San. An invisible wave of Space Power rippled outward in every direction.

This Space Power seemed like a mysterious force from another dimension, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The rapidly approaching Blue Silver Grass shattered instantly beneath the Space Power. The once-thick vines broke apart and dissipated under its impact, turning into fragments of green debris.

In an instant, invisible spatial restraints filled the entire battlefield, forming a mysterious and powerful domain.

"Not good!"

Xiao Wu and Tang San sensed the invisible force. They felt as though their bodies had been tightly bound by an unseen wall, utterly unable to move.

Their eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. They had never expected their opponent to possess such terrifying power.

Then Ling Feng lightly pointed forward with his fingertip. The powerful Space Power surged once more, crushing down on Tang San and Xiao Wu.

The force blasted them straight off the platform.

Tang San and Xiao Wu clearly felt an immense force at that moment. Like a heavy hammer, it struck directly at their internal organs.

Their bodies traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

The two coughed up blood, their eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.

Their bodies twitched a few times on the ground, their fates unknown.

The entire Soul Arena fell deathly silent. Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene.

They could not believe that the highly anticipated Three Five Combination had been defeated in such a short time—and so utterly at that.

Ling Feng stood quietly in the center of the arena, his gaze cold and calm, as if everything that had just happened was no more than a trivial matter.

Inside a spacious private room.

Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply, shock and disbelief apparent in his eyes.

The Shrek Seven Devils gathered around him, equally stunned, their gazes fixed tightly on the center of the Soul Arena.

Tang San and Xiao Wu were among the finest of the Shrek Seven Devils. Everyone knew their strength well.

Tang San had awakened the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, and under Yu Xiaogang's careful instruction, he had brought astonishing power out of this seemingly ordinary Martial Soul.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, possessed the nimble Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul. Her close-combat abilities and elusive footwork had given countless opponents headaches.

Yet now, they had been defeated as easily as fragile dolls, their lives and deaths unknown.

"How is this possible..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his voice full of confusion and rage.

He simply could not accept that the disciples in whom he had placed such high hopes had been instantly defeated in what appeared to be an ordinary Soul Arena match.

Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, widened her eyes and covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Uncle Ling?"

She murmured softly, her eyes full of confusion.

She had clearly seen that the man who had defeated Tang San and Xiao Wu was Uncle Ling.

How could that mysterious figure, whom she occasionally saw chatting and laughing with her father, have appeared here and dealt Tang San and Xiao Wu such ruthless blows?

Ning Rongrong's thoughts drifted back to the times she had spent with her father.

She remembered that whenever Uncle Ling met with her father, it was always in serious and mysterious settings.

Her father treated Uncle Ling with the utmost respect, and their conversations always involved matters of great importance and secrecy.

In her impression, Uncle Ling was a man with an eccentric temperament who rarely showed himself.

She had never expected that their next meeting would be at a Soul Arena, and that he would be Tang San and Xiao Wu's opponent.

"What is going on? Why would Uncle Ling take part in this match? And why is he bullying Tang San and Xiao Wu? Did they offend Uncle Ling?"

Ning Rongrong pondered silently, her heart filled with doubts.

She shook her head helplessly. She knew far too little about any of this.

In Yu Xiaogang's mind, even when facing powerful opponents, Tang San and Xiao Wu should not have been defeated so easily.

He looked toward the center of the Soul Arena. Tang San and Xiao Wu lay silently there, their breaths weak as blood slowly flowed from the corners of their mouths.

The sight pierced his heart like a blade.

He did not understand how that man had done it. Ling Feng had clearly not released a Martial Soul, nor had he displayed any obvious Soul Power fluctuations.

Yet even so, he had completely restrained Tang San and Xiao Wu before knocking them to the ground with a final blow.

This bizarre method sent a chill rising from the depths of Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"There must be something wrong here."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

He decided that he had to uncover the truth.

Yu Xiaogang rushed toward the center of the Soul Arena, his figure appearing urgent yet resolute beneath everyone's watchful eyes.

Zhao Wuji and Flender exchanged a glance before hurriedly following after him.

They arrived beside Tang San and Xiao Wu, crouched down, and carefully examined their injuries.

"This... this was an attempt to kill them!"

Flender clenched his fists in fury, his eyes bloodshot as if flames were burning within them.

"Referee, I demand a reexamination! These two are definitely not ordinary Soul Masters. They deliberately concealed their strength and tried to kill my disciples!"

Yu Xiaogang rose to his feet and shouted at the host above them. His voice echoed throughout the Soul Arena, filled with rage and indignation.

The host looked helplessly at Yu Xiaogang and said with a bitter smile, "Whenever a team enters a Soul Arena match, we verify their exact levels. These two are indeed level thirty in Soul Power."

He was thoroughly baffled as well. The result of this match had truly exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head fiercely. He was utterly unwilling to believe this result.

In his view, these two must have used some unknown method to conceal their auras, creating such a bizarre situation.

At that moment, a cold voice rang out. "How noisy!"

The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless chill.

Ling Feng slowly raised his head, a trace of contempt flashing through his eyes.

Boundless Space Power surged from his hand once more. Like raging ocean waves, it spread outward in every direction with overwhelming force.

The surrounding Void seemed unable to withstand the immense pressure and began to tremble slightly, emitting a low hum.

"What a powerful presence!"

Qian Renxue's expression changed drastically as she felt the overwhelming aura rushing toward her.

Before that presence, she felt as tiny as an ant. An uncontrollable fear rose in her heart, and she could not summon even the slightest will to resist.

"So this is the Pavilion Master of the Soul Ring Pavilion. His strength is at least at the level of a Titled Douluo."

Qian Renxue secretly speculated.

She sensed that the aura within Ling Feng was even stronger than that of the Titled Douluo experts she had encountered before.

Naturally, she assumed that Ling Feng had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

However, she did not know that Ling Feng was currently merely a Soul Sage.

If she learned the truth, her jaw would probably drop.