Victory! The Five Million Prize Money Is Split Evenly!

Lin Li saw Bai Ye seemingly charging up some ultimate move, and his first thought was to rush over and stop him.

In the cultivation world, what Lin Li feared most were not prodigies or descendants of great powers, but sword cultivators like this.

Even a sword cultivator from Douluo, the sewer of cultivation, was the same.

Ask if you won or lost, and they would reply, "I understand now."

Lin Li immediately sprinted at full speed toward Bai Ye.

Any one of the trump cards he possessed could easily settle the battle, but this was the Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City, with countless eyes watching. The less he exposed, the better.

However, just as Lin Li was about to throw his punch, Bai Ye opened his eyes.

"Wait, you charged up that quickly?!"

Lin Li roared inwardly, but his body had already begun retreating at high speed. Only by putting enough distance between them could he react in time and decide how to block the attack.

"I'm a cultivator with mediocre talent. My Innate Soul Power is only at rank seven, which makes me the bottom of the geniuses."

"After reaching Soul Ancestor, I was able to carry my Martial Soul with me at all times, making the Soul Power consumption negligible... I knew that with my talent, I couldn't comprehend any dazzling sword techniques. In battles against opponents of the same realm, I had no chance to charge up."

"Clang—!!"

The Sword Hum rang out, drowning out every other sound and becoming the sole existence in the world for that brief moment.

"This sword is what I comprehended after embracing and nurturing the sword for twenty years—Downward Slash."

The sword in his hand swung forward in the simplest, most unadorned manner. No sword light or Sword Qi appeared, nor did any dazzling radiance or surging Soul Power.

Yet Lin Li's hair stood on end, as though he were facing a great enemy!

Chen Xin had been watching indifferently from the VIP Room, but he suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon the arena he had never cared about before.

"That is Sword Intent!"

"What?"

Ning Fengzhi and the other two turned around, looking at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose eyes were shining brightly.

"The lowest level of sword cultivation relies on Soul Skills in battle. The middle level relies on comprehending the essence of one's Martial Soul and creating Self-Created Soul Skills," Chen Xin explained. "The highest level is merging one's heart with the sword. Even if the sword in one's hand is not a Martial Soul but merely a wooden sword, it can still possess extraordinary might!"

"That is Sword Intent!"

At that moment, Lin Li, standing in the arena, felt it most deeply.

This was not a simple slash. It was a terrifying, unknown force, the same kind of power that could hinder Lin Li's recovery from his injuries!

Bai Ye was clearly standing on the opposite side of the arena, and the sword in his hand was still far away from Lin Li.

Yet Lin Li felt as though heaven and earth were pressing down upon him!

"Sword Intent contains all of a sword cultivator's comprehension. Every sword cultivator's Sword Intent is different."

Feeling this Sword Intent, which was completely different from his own, Chen Xin could sense his Martial Soul stirring with excitement. Even though that person was merely a weak Soul Emperor whom Chen Xin could kill with a single sword.

"Once Sword Intent takes shape, it can resonate with the surrounding heaven and earth. After the sword is drawn, everything within sight can be cut down!"

"Damn it, I can't hide it anymore!"

Lin Li knew he had to expose something, or he might die!

The next moment, he unfolded only his red Fire Wing. Then, a red sword appeared in Lin Li's hand.

The External Soul Bone transformed into a sword, and a lifelike Fire Dragon roared as it coiled around the tip.

"Fire: Dragon's Fury!"

"Roar!!"

The enormous dragon's roar resounded throughout the arena, making the spectators' eardrums ache even beyond the Protective Barrier.

Then, the Fire Dragon's phantom rapidly expanded, carrying blazing flames as it charged at Bai Ye!

Lin Li felt that terrifying power which had made his heart tremble weaken by more than half. It no longer posed a threat to his life.

Then he saw his supposedly unstoppable Fire Dragon forcibly split into two as it approached Bai Ye, before dissipating into heaven and earth!

A sword scar appeared across Lin Li's entire chest, running from top to bottom as though he had been slashed.

It appeared out of thin air, without the slightest warning!

Fortunately, Lin Li's Fire Dragon had borne the vast majority of the attack's power. The wound had only cut through his skin and some blood vessels, without causing fatal injury.

And this was thanks to Lin Li's powerful physical body, along with the fact that he had completed his first adaptation!

"You win."

Bai Ye seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He knelt on the ground.

At the same moment Bai Ye fell to his knees, the Protective Barrier shattered and dispersed. Immediately afterward, cheers like landslides and tsunamis flooded their ears.

The spectators did not understand what Sword Intent was, nor did they understand how Lin Li's sword had appeared.

All they knew was that Lin Li had won!

With the strength of a Three-Ring Quasi-Soul Ancestor, he had defeated a Soul Emperor!

The surrounding cheers left Lin Li feeling dazed, as though he could see himself from a third-person perspective.

Bai Ye withdrew his Martial Soul. This battle had been equally difficult for him. If he had not voluntarily admitted defeat, then even if he had won, he probably would have had to be carried off the stage.

For the rest of the time, Lin Li remained in a dazed and hazy state.

He seemed to have grasped something ethereal.

It was not Soul Power, nor Mental Power, and even less so Divine Power.

But that thing was too far away. Lin Li could not fully understand it yet. It was something that required time to give it weight before he could comprehend it.

In a daze, Lin Li accepted the praise and cheers of countless spectators. In a daze, he left the arena and met Ning Yang.

Then Ning Yang said, "You definitely won't guess how big the prize is! A full five million Gold Soul Coins!"

After paying out this sum, the Great Soul Arena still had to pay the winnings to the spectators who had won their bets.

At the same time, the manager was pressured by the Prince who controlled the Great Soul Arena from behind the scenes, causing him to hold a grudge against Bai Ye.

That bastard had claimed he would win, but this was the result?

The battle wasn't even over, yet he had voluntarily admitted defeat!

The manager had been certain that he still had the strength to fight.

The resentful manager immediately blacklisted Bai Ye from the Great Soul Arena. He also reported the matter to the Prince, claiming that the losses this time were because Bai Ye had deliberately admitted defeat!

But that was a matter for later. At that moment, Ning Yang brought Lin Li to the entrance of the VIP Room.

After pushing open the door, Lin Li saw Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, as well as an old man.

But his gaze fell completely upon the last person, and even that hazy feeling vanished.

As he approached her, Lin Li could sense the familiar feeling of Martial Soul Resonance. This was a special reaction that only God-Level Martial Souls, which surpassed all Martial Souls on Douluo Continent, could produce.

Xue Qinghe—no, it should be Qian Renxue.

She had the same feeling, and she knew that if this continued, she might summon her Martial Soul uncontrollably!

If that happened, everything would be exposed!

No, she had to think of a way... She couldn't leave directly. Lin Li had only just arrived, and it would be inappropriate for him to leave without saying anything. Besides, he probably wouldn't understand her hints telling him to leave...

There was no time to think!

Qian Renxue immediately strode forward several steps, grabbed Lin Li's hand, and ran outside with him.

The others present had not reacted in time. Their gazes all fell upon the two departing figures, then shifted toward Xue Ye.

Your Majesty, there are rumors that your son is gay. What do you think?

No one actually asked the question aloud, but Xue Ye himself felt somewhat awkward.