The traditional Chinese wedding dress was as red as blood, a style of clothing never before seen on Douluo Continent.
A red veil covered most of her face, revealing only a glimpse of pale skin and blood-red lips.
Black claws gleaming like ink-dark jade held a mirror.
Her appearance also caused a wave of gloomy energy to spread through the area.
Even the Flame Lord's heat could not dispel it.
Red Mirror was making her first appearance before so many Soul Masters.
The people below all looked on in amazement.
Especially at the two Spirit Rings beneath the Ghost Bride's feet.
One yellow, one purple.
They stood out strikingly.
"Whoa, that really is a thousand-year second Spirit Ring! Teacher An Ya, is this Su Wen from your class?"
"Yes! He's the Pope's disciple."
Everyone knew Su Wen's identity except the students. All the teachers were well aware of it.
It was precisely because they knew who he was that none of the teachers dared disturb him.
Otherwise, a Soul Master with a thousand-year second Spirit Ring would have been locked up long ago and questioned about the secret behind it.
"Isn't that the one from last time..."
Yan stared at the Ghost Bride in confusion. Her outfit was the same as the Ghost Bride who had defeated him, but her Martial Soul was completely different.
He realized something, and his eyes widened. "You..."
Red Mirror's Special Combat Ability
Su Wen could control two Ghost Brides at the same time!
When Yan had that thought, he was deeply shaken.
Just what kind of Martial Soul was the Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress...? Was she good at summoning?
Suddenly, a blinding flash struck. The Ghost Bride pointed her mirror at him.
The mirror, with its red face turned outward, released a surge of dark red energy that swept across the area ahead. Everything in its path turned to magma, and numerous pillars of rock coated in layers of lava erupted from the ground. Scorching heat instantly filled the area.
"Th-this is my First Spirit Skill..."
Yan froze for a moment.
When he came to his senses, he immediately lit up his First Spirit Ring.
The same Spirit Skill scene appeared before them.
The two streams of Hell Magma collided, causing a small explosion in an instant.
The resulting wave of heat forced Yan back four or five steps.
The people outside the Soul Fighting Arena could feel the heat.
Seeing the two of them use the same Spirit Skill, the students watching let out a series of startled cries.
"She can use Yan's Hell Magma Rush? Is it a copied skill? Its power is almost the same... No! It's even stronger than when Yan used it. She copied it at full power!"
Several teachers were astonished. The ability to copy another person's Spirit Skill was fairly common on the continent, but copying it at full strength was almost unheard of.
An Ya gasped in amazement, her gaze drawn to the mirror in the Ghost Bride's hands.
Just then, the Ghost Bride pointed the mirror at her.
A powerful burst of Soul Power suddenly erupted from Red Mirror. Lightning crackled around her, and a spear shot out of the mirror.
In an instant, the spear transformed into a Thunder Dragon. With a roar, lightning surged, enveloping the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
"That's my Sixth Spirit Skill, Spear of the Thunder Dragon..."
An Ya was stunned.
The several teachers nearby fell silent. That Ghost Bride could even copy An Ya's Sixth Spirit Skill.
Someone could get killed!
"Second Spirit Skill, Granite Rock!"
Yan's face changed drastically.
He sensed the danger,
but didn't hesitate.
He used his defensive Spirit Skill,
and a barrier of granite rose up in front of him.
The Thunder Dragon crashed into it, sending sparks of lightning everywhere. With a deafening roar, bolt after bolt struck the granite. In just two breaths, several cracks had appeared.
The next moment, the rock shattered, and the Thunder Dragon broke through.
An Ya vanished from where she stood as all seven of her Spirit Rings rose at once.
A spear appeared in her hand. Its shaft was purple, and faint lightning flickered around it. As she swung it, the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.
An Ya struck the Thunder Dragon's head with her spear. Amid a series of mournful howls, the dragon turned back into a spear, almost identical to the one in An Ya's hand.
The next moment, the copied spear vanished.
The students around them, however, were still stunned. They had realized that the Ghost Bride had used Teacher An Ya's Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill.
"Truly an astonishing ability to copy."
An Ya could barely contain her shock. The Thunder Dragon looked powerful, but in truth, its strength was less than a third of her Sixth Spirit Skill's.
Even so, it was still a Sixth Spirit Skill. With two thousand years of Soul Ring Configuration, it was certainly no skill that Yan's hundred-year Spirit Ring could withstand.
"Red Mirror, come back!"
Red Mirror instantly dissolved into smoke and drifted back into Su Wen's umbrella.
The whole process was seamless.
Everyone looked on enviously. Having a fighter was one thing, but having one this powerful was another.
"Heh, Teacher An Ya, since you've already stepped in, then this Soul Fighting..."
Su Wen looked at her with a smile, though he was also a little surprised.
It was Red Mirror's first time in battle, and she could even copy a Soul Saint's Spirit Skill.
Although she couldn't unleash its full power, it was still more than impressive enough.
Su Wen thought of Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer and wondered whether Red Mirror could copy it.
An Ya looked at everyone and announced, "Su Wen wins the Soul Fighting match. Yan, do you have any objections?"
"N-no!"
Yan lowered his head, unable to hide his dejection.
Cheers immediately rang out below.
"Su Wen! Su Wen... Red Wedding Dress! Red Wedding Dress..."
"What kind of Martial Soul is the Ghost Emperor of the Wedding Dress? Why are the things she summons so strong?"
"I really want to tie him up and have a few children with him. Maybe they'd inherit this kind of Martial Soul."
"Senior Brother, Red Mirror is amazing... But Senior Brother is even more amazing."
Su Wen stepped down from the Soul Fighting Arena. Hu Liena had been waiting for him for a while, and now she came over, unable to hide her joy.
Xie Yue followed behind her.
Compared to Hu Liena's excitement,
Xie Yue's expression was rather complicated.
He rubbed the back of his head and spoke with some embarrassment. "Su Wen, thanks for going easy on me."
Su Wen shook his head. He hadn't gone easy on him.
Red Mirror couldn't have stopped that attack.
If An Ya hadn't stepped in to block it,
Yan would have been laid up for quite some time.
"Nana, go talk with your brother. I'm going to see Dugu Bo. I'll head back later, so don't wait for me."
"There's nothing for me to talk about with my brother. Nana's coming too."
Hu Liena hurried after him, and before leaving, she didn't forget to wave at Xie Yue.
"Brother, let's have dinner together next time."
Xie Yue's face went dark.
He had already lost count of how many times he'd heard that.
He sighed.
Ever since Hu Liena became the Pope's disciple, she had nearly forgotten she even had a brother.
When Su Wen returned to the hotel and saw Dugu Bo,
he noticed a few white hairs among Dugu Bo's formerly dark green hair.
There was a smile on Dugu Bo's face now. That eerie, gloomy, and withdrawn air was gone.
"Heh, Senior Dugu, it looks like you're recovering well. At this rate, you'll probably be able to completely purge the poison from your body in less than six months."
Su Wen took out the Spirit Bone Bibi Dong had given him.
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