Qingtian's Name Echoes Through the Great Soul Arena!

After a while, Yun Yuan walked out of the Papal Palace and looked at Bibi Dong with a helpless expression.

"Senior Sister, you really managed to persuade Teacher?"

Yun Yuan was quite troubled now. With Bibi Dong accompanying him, he could already foresee just how lively this journey would be. After all, his Senior Sister was not someone who could sit still.

"Hehe, of course. Junior Brother, let's hurry to that Silves City you mentioned. I can't wait to go out and have a look around."

At that, Bibi Dong planted her hands on her hips, a proud expression appearing on her face.

Ever since she had gained Yun Yuan as a Junior Brother, Teacher Qian Xunji's attention was no longer focused solely on her, and he had naturally become much more lenient with her requests.

But that was fine too. She, Bibi Dong, had no desire to be forced to cultivate and study every day. She had yet to properly experience the beautiful scenery of the continent.

Half a day later, Silves City.

Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong appeared here, and Yun Yuan's destination was the Great Soul Arena within the city.

Very quickly, a magnificent structure appeared before Yun Yuan. It resembled the ancient Roman colosseums from his previous life, yet it also seemed highly modern, its outer walls like a torrent of steel.

"This is the place. It's time for the Atlas Spear to taste blood."

Yun Yuan led Bibi Dong into the Great Soul Arena.

In an instant.

Waves of clamor poured into Yun Yuan's ears—the roars and cheers of the spectators, along with the sounds of soul skills colliding, all blending together.

Yun Yuan swept his gaze across the scene and found that most of the arenas were for ordinary matches, while Life and Death Soul Battle arenas were few and far between.

That was only natural. What ordinary soul master would stake their life on a soul battle? Only desperadoes would choose a Life and Death Soul Battle.

Next, Yun Yuan took Bibi Dong to the registration desk. Yun Yuan was the one registering; it was still too early and unsuitable for Bibi Dong to register given her strength.

After registering, Yun Yuan gave himself a very simple alias—the name of his Martial Soul, Atlas.

Then Yun Yuan received his Soul Battle Badge, though it was only the lowest-grade Iron Soul Battle Badge.

After signing up for a Life and Death Soul Battle, Yun Yuan took Bibi Dong to the Resting Room to await the start of the match.

"Junior Brother, this is a Life and Death Soul Battle. When you go onstage later, you must be extremely careful. I don't want anything to happen to you, or Senior Sister will be heartbroken for the rest of her life."

In the Resting Room, before Yun Yuan went onstage, Bibi Dong wore a grave expression as she earnestly reminded him.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Your Junior Brother is the number one genius under heaven. Unless someone uses their age and strength to bully the young, no one can kill me."

In response to Bibi Dong's concern, Yun Yuan reached out and rubbed her head, soothing her and telling her not to be nervous.

An hour later, it was time for Yun Yuan's Life and Death Soul Battle. He left the Resting Room and stepped onto the Soul Battle Stage.

When they saw Yun Yuan come up, both the host and the audience below were filled with confusion and curiosity.

"Could this Atlas be a dwarf who never grew taller?"

They could hardly be blamed for thinking so. They simply could not believe that a seven-year-old child had already broken through to become a Soul Grandmaster. It was utterly absurd.

After a while, the host recovered and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Now, let us welcome with the warmest applause the four-time consecutive victor of the Life and Death Soul Battle... Cang Lang!"

The moment Cang Lang appeared, the entire Soul Battle Arena erupted with excitement, wave after wave of impassioned cheers ringing out.

The Great Soul Arena was a place where one could enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by admirers. As long as you were strong enough, people would go mad for you.

Standing on the stage, Yun Yuan calmly watched Cang Lang ascend from below, his heart utterly unmoved.

Before long, a burly, ferocious-looking man appeared before Yun Yuan.

He bared his crimson gums, a bone-chilling Killing Intent in his eyes, and said arrogantly:

"Shorty, what a pity. You met me today, so you'll become another dead soul beneath my hands on my way to obtaining an Iron Badge."

"I can't wait to crush your bones bit by bit and savor the feast of this slaughter."

The spectators below also began shouting for Cang Lang.

"Cang Lang, I went all in and bet my entire fortune on you. Don't you dare lose to this little runt."

Half a minute later, seeing that the atmosphere had been built up enough, the host announced the start of the Life and Death Soul Battle.

Immediately afterward, Cang Lang summoned his Martial Soul. As Cang Lang possessed him, his muscles swelled, blackish-brown fur covered his entire body, and his eyes turned blood-red.

"Shorty, hand over your life."

After summoning his Martial Soul and releasing one white and one yellow soul ring, Cang Lang swung his claws and charged at Yun Yuan.

Facing this attack, Yun Yuan only found it far too slow. Shaking his head, he summoned the incandescent, translucent Atlas Spear into his hand.

The moment the Atlas Spear appeared, its incandescent spear shaft burst forth with dazzling radiance. Light shot in every direction, forcing everyone present to temporarily shut their eyes.

When the white light faded, the crowd looked toward the stage and saw that Yun Yuan's spear blade was already stained with blood as he stood there quietly.

Cang Lang, meanwhile, clutched his throat tightly, blood pouring from it. He wanted to say something, but he would never have the chance. His body stiffened before collapsing to the ground, utterly devoid of Life.

At this sight, the entire Soul Battle Arena fell into silence, unable to believe the scene before them.

Cang Lang, who had won four consecutive battles, had been killed on the spot by an unknown little runt. The impact was simply too overwhelming.

Moreover, Cang Lang was a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster, only one step away from becoming a Soul Elder, yet he had been unable to withstand even a single strike from Qingtian.

More importantly, from beginning to end, Qingtian had not even released his soul rings. Without using any soul skills, he had effortlessly defeated a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster.

He was a true genius.

After dealing with Cang Lang, Yun Yuan felt no ripples in his heart, nor did his body show any adverse reaction.

The nausea Shrek had felt after killing someone for the first time in the original story did not appear in him.

After Yun Yuan left the Soul Battle Stage, the host finally came back to his senses and loudly announced the result.

"This Life and Death Soul Battle, Qingtian wins!"

This one-sided Soul Battle spread like wildfire through the Silves Great Soul Arena after Yun Yuan's departure.

Everyone connected to the Silves Great Soul Arena learned of Qingtian's existence—a powerhouse who could crush a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster without even releasing his Martial Soul.

From then on, Yun Yuan became famous throughout the Silves Great Soul Arena. Every noble who heard the news wanted to recruit this genius with terrifying combat power.

Back in the Resting Room, Yun Yuan sat cross-legged, impatient to integrate his understanding of slaughter into Qingtian's Intent.

After a long while, when Yun Yuan opened his eyes again, the Spear Intent emanating from him had become noticeably sharper than before.

"Still not enough. My Atlas Spear needs more slaughter before my Qingtian's Intent can become complete and flawless."