Three Black, Four Red! Tang San: Impossible! It's All an Illusion!

Great Soul Arena with 100,000 participants.

The murmurs and discussions that filled the mountains and fields were like a tsunami bursting its banks.

"Lin Qingmo, the Captain of the Imperial Fighting Team, hasn't made a single move since the qualifiers!"

"Is he a Monster too?"

"The Spirit Hall members on the other side are Seven-Ring Soul Sage!"

In the spectator area of the Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai rubbed his bruised and swollen cheek and spat in annoyance.

"Pretending to be something they're not."

"I think he's just a figurehead."

"If he can withstand three moves from the Angel True Body of a Seven-Ring Soul Sage, I'll swallow this arena floor tile right here and now."

"Exactly!" Ma Hongjun chimed in from the side.

Even Tang San couldn't beat that woman.

"What makes Lin Qingmo special?"

Tang San, standing to the side, remained completely silent.

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

Fresh blood dripped down the lines of his palm.

Beneath the bandages, his sinister eyes were so red they seemed about to bleed.

"Lin Qingmo..."

Tang San growled inwardly with resentment.

Why should I fight to the bitter end and become a laughingstock across the entire continent?

But Lin Qingmo is able to stand in the center of this supreme arena.

He wanted to see through his nemesis's true nature.

He lost to Qian Renxue.

He wanted to see Lin Qingmo kneel and beg for mercy before Qian Renxue's Angel True Body.

In the VIP section.

Ning Fengzhi gripped the ivory feather fan in his hand tighter and tighter.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp sword aura was faintly intertwined around his body.

"Sect Master, this boy's aura is frighteningly composed."

"Not bad," Bone Douluo Gu Rong echoed in a low voice, "He shows absolutely no sign of panic."

In the center of the arena.

Qian Renxue's golden hair danced wildly in the wind.

Those beautiful golden eyes stared coldly at Lin Qingmo.

"I haven't stopped moving forward at all this year."

"Lin Qingmo, I hope your current strength won't disappoint me."

Lin Qingmo had his hands in his pockets.

He moved his neck slightly, making a clear clicking sound.

He wore his signature smile.

What a coincidence!

Me too.

Lin Qingmo was secretly making plans in his mind.

According to the original plot, Qian Renxue should have reached the Soul Saint realm five years later.

He has already reached level 75 Soul Saint at the young age of twenty.

"Looks like this girl has started her Angel God Trial early."

"Otherwise, their combat strength couldn't have increased so dramatically."

Qian Renxue stopped wasting words.

A dazzling, blazing golden divine flame surged Berserk from her center.

A towering Six-Winged Angel phantom, several meters tall, slowly unfolded in mid-air, radiating unparalleled divine power.

The dazzling golden light expanded rapidly.

The Angel True Body has once again manifested in the world.

A vast, divine, and oppressive aura swept across the entire venue.

Many lower-level Soul Master in the stands were even experiencing chest tightness and difficulty breathing due to the pressure.

Qian Renxue stood amidst the golden flame storm.

The Angel Holy Sword pointed at Lin Qingmo from afar.

"Lin Qingmo, reveal your Martial Soul."

Lin Qingmo stood at the center of the golden storm.

His coat fluttered in the wind.

His expression remained calm and composed.

Take a small step forward.

Slowly open your arms.

"Since you're so eager..."

"Then I'll be a little more serious."

The void trembled violently.

A colossal, towering tree, seemingly spanning the past, present, and future, rose from the ground behind him.

Ancient Tree of Life and Destruction!

Half of it is lush and verdant, radiating boundless and powerful vitality.

The other half is a serene, dark purple, interwoven with a desolate, ethereal light capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

The entire area was enveloped by two diametrically opposed yet supreme primal forces: Life and Destruction.

What follows will completely shatter the worldviews of all the Soul Master present.

At Lin Qingmo's feet.

The first Spirit Ring appeared.

That's not the century-old yellow ring that represents the conventional limit for Soul Master.

Instead, it was a dark halo, as deep as the night, radiating a terrifying sense of oppression.

First Spirit Ring: Black, 50,000 years!

A collective gasp immediately erupted from the stands.

"Black?!"

"Your First Spirit Ring is black?"

Am I seeing things?

Before the 100,000 audience members could recover from their shock...

The second black Spirit Ring, 50,000 years!

The third black Spirit Ring, 50,000 years!

The air in the entire venue froze completely.

Three... Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?

"The first, second, and Third Spirit Ring are all ten thousand years old? This defies common sense!"

But this was merely the prelude to a terrifying nightmare.

At least they could use the fact that Lin Qingmo had revealed the fifth, sixth, and seventh rings as a cover.

But the moment the fourth Spirit Ring appeared, everything changed.

Blood pierced the sky!

It was a crimson halo, as bright as blood, dazzling to the extreme.

Fourth Spirit Ring: Red, 150,000 years!

"What is that?!"

A frenzied scream erupted from the crowd.

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!"

"The Fourth Spirit Ring is actually the legendary Red Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring!"

But this is only the beginning.

Fifth Spirit Ring: Red, 250,000 years!

Sixth Soul Ring: Red, 200,000 years!

Seventh Spirit Ring: Red, 250,000 years!

Black! Black! Black! Red! Red! Red! Red!

Three black and four red.

Seven Spirit Ring, surpassing the limits of human comprehension, hovered around Lin Qingmo.

An extremely eerie crimson aura and a deep, dark blackness clashed and tore at each other.

The surge of Soul Power was like a raging torrent.

Click!

Qian Renxue's proud Angel aura was forcibly shattered by this terrifying aura interwoven with black and red.

The golden light scattered and collapsed like shattered glass.

Dead silence.

A suffocating, deathly silence.

In the Great Soul Arena with 100,000 participants, you could hear a pin drop.

The stands at the Shrek Academy.

Dai Mubai's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to bump his head on the floor.

"My God... this... this..."

Ma Hongjun opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated.

Oscar gasped, shrinking into his chair and shivering.

Flender's hand, which was holding his reading glasses, trembled violently, and his lips turned white.

"How could there possibly be such Soul Ring Configuration?"

Tang San, already severely injured from forcibly Ring Detonation, was struck as if by lightning.

His pale face turned ashen in the blink of an eye.

He stood up uncontrollably.

Blood trickled from the eye Sisi.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Impossible!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"How could his First Spirit Ring be the Black Ten Thousand Years?"

"There are four more Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring... Fake! It's all an illusion!"

Tang San pointed at Lin Qingmo on the arena, his face contorted like a demon.

Even on Lin Qingmo's seventh red Spirit Ring.

Tang San vaguely felt a surge of bloodline tremor and fear emanating from the depths of his soul.

Extreme jealousy, humiliation, and panic raged Berserk in Tang San's heart.

His already fragile meridians were further aggravated by this intense emotional shock.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill immediately suffered Berserk backlash.

"Puff!"

A large mouthful of scarlet blood gushed from Tang San's mouth.

It directly stained the stone steps in front of him crimson.

Yu Xiaogang also vomited blood.

Yu Xiaogang slumped to the ground, his face looking even worse than a dead man.

His "Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls," which he had always been proud of and regarded as the culmination of his life's work, were shattered in front of Lin Qingmo's three black and four red Spirit Ring.

"The First Spirit Ring's endurance limit is 423 years, how could it be 10,000 years...?"

"My theory... is completely wrong?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were vacant. He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his spirit completely collapsed.

Snap!

The ivory feather fan in Ning Fengzhi's hand fell to the ground and shattered in two.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong were so shocked that they stood up at the same time.

The two top-tier Titled Douluo of this era were filled with genuine horror in their eyes.

Star Luo Emperor and Xue Ye were so frightened that they gripped the backs of their chairs tightly, speechless for Jiujiu.

Tang Xiao, the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, who was hidden deep in the shadows, also had his eyes wide open and his muscles trembling violently.

"Does Monster actually exist on the continent that can break the ironclad rule of Spirit Ring Age?"

Bibi Dong, seated on the Pope Throne, looked down at the spirited young man below.

Those beautiful, purplish-blue eyes shone with pride and endless longing.

A stunning smile curved her lips as she gently stroked the Spider Emperor Scepter, murmuring to herself.

"A-Qing, you always manage to bring miracles to everyone."

In the center of the arena.

Lin Qingmo wields the power of the laws of Life and Destruction.

He smiled as he looked at Qian Renxue, whose pupils had contracted sharply and whose face had turned pale.

"Miss Qian."

"Did you see it clearly?"

"That's what real strength is."