Thousand-Year Soul Skill, One Claw Sends Long Aotian Flying!

On the arena.

Long Aotian had no idea his teacher had already passed judgment on him.

He let out a low shout.

His already fair skin instantly became lustrous, with even a faint radiance flowing beneath the surface.

This was his Martial Soul—Skin!

One yellow and one purple soul ring materialized, slowly revolving around his body.

Ye Linyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

To have a thousand-year soul ring as his second—Long Aotian's talent was plain to see.

His gaze burned with intensity as he said in a low voice, "Little junior brother, come at me."

"Let me see just how strong the legendary Dark Demon Evil God Tiger really is!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Linyuan smiled faintly.

"Roar—!"

With a deep, guttural tiger's cry.

Ye Linyuan's appearance transformed drastically!

His figure suddenly swelled, his pitch-black eyes instantly flooded with blood-red, and a pair of black wings unfurled from his back.

His hands became tiger claws, dark fur wrapping around his entire palms.

As his fingers flexed, dagger-like claws flickered in and out of view, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

But what drew the most attention was the tail behind him—a vicious scorpion's tail, raised high, composed entirely of bone segments.

Yet at that moment.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on something else entirely. No one paid any attention to that peculiar tail.

"A thousand-year soul ring!?"

"Holy shit! Am I seeing things?"

"Tch—a thousand-year first soul ring? How is that possible!"

The scene fell silent for a moment, then erupted into gasps of shock.

Long Aotian's pupils shrank sharply as he stared at that dazzling purple, momentarily dazed.

"Senior Dragon, here I come."

Under Martial Soul Possession, even Ye Linyuan's voice had turned colder, like a tyrant barely restraining his savagery.

Long Aotian snapped back to reality, his expression instantly turning grave.

Looking at his little junior brother, brimming with ferocity, he knew he had been foolish.

A Twin Martial Souls soul master's physical constitution was already a cut above ordinary soul masters.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was a legendary super beast to boot.

And the boost a thousand-year soul ring gave a soul master, along with the sheer power of its soul skill, was far beyond what a hundred-year soul ring could match.

Even with his exceptional talent, which let him stand above all peers in the Body Sect, he could only skip levels to absorb a thousand-year soul ring on his second.

With him voluntarily suppressing his power to one ring and promising not to use his second soul skill.

Just from the surface comparison of strength, Ye Linyuan already had the upper hand!

But even so.

The fighting spirit in Long Aotian's eyes only blazed higher.

"First Soul Skill, Demon Ape Transformation!"

He roared, and his yellow soul ring shone.

Long Aotian's body slowly swelled, growing a full size larger than before, and the aura radiating from him surged sharply.

Off to the side.

The onlooking crowd had already started discussing excitedly.

"Aotian's Demon Ape Transformation boosts defense, strength, and attack at the same time. Even if the boost is only 10%, it's still decent for a hundred-year soul ring. Can the young sect leader beat him?"

"Aotian's Skin Martial Soul has strong defense. I wonder if the young sect leader can break through it?"

"Tiger-type soul beasts are naturally strong in attack, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is a super soul beast. If he doesn't use his second soul skill, the young sect leader should be able to beat Aotian, right?"

"You all know how powerful a thousand-year soul skill is. I'll bet the young sect leader will definitely win—it's just a matter of how long it takes!"

Ye Linyuan watched Long Aotian, whose aura had grown heavy and solid, and anticipation gleamed in his eyes.

Ever since fusing his first soul ring, he had never truly tested the power of Wind Thunder Flash Strike.

Now was the perfect chance to try it out!

The purple soul ring flickered faintly.

A layer of bluish-purple light, as if steeped in ink, enveloped Ye Linyuan.

The next second.

Boom!

With a roar like rolling thunder, Ye Linyuan's figure vanished abruptly, as if he had transformed into a bolt of bluish-purple lightning, closing the distance to Long Aotian in the blink of an eye.

His sharp tiger claws, like five blades, slashed viciously at Long Aotian.

No feints, no probing—just a brutal, straightforward frontal assault!

A thousand-year soul skill, Wind Thunder Flash Strike!

Ye Linyuan's speed was so terrifying that even an ordinary two-ring Agility Attack Soul Grand Master couldn't match it.

How could Long Aotian have imagined that Ye Linyuan's martial soul was clearly a Strength Attack tiger type, yet his sudden burst of speed was even more fearsome than a leopard-type martial soul?

Caught off guard, he couldn't even dodge.

He could only instinctively raise his arms, crossing them in front of him to brace for the impact.

Then, the next second.

"Bam!"

Long Aotian felt as if he had been slapped by a rampaging tiger, his body uncontrollably flying backward!

And what shocked him even more was that

Ye Linyuan's attack also carried a sharp wind-element cutting force, a lightning-element paralysis effect, and a domineering corrosive power.

That power was sinister and cold, fiercely aggressive, even numbing Long Aotian's arms.

It was the corrosive force of the evil attribute!

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Long Aotian, like a tossed sack, crashed into the lake with a "plop," sending up a huge splash!

The air froze for an instant, everyone's expressions locked in place.

Then, the next moment.

"Hiss—"

"What the hell?"

"What the hell!"

Several younger disciples who often sparred with Long Aotian cried out in shock, nearly popping their eyes out!

They even thought they were hallucinating and rubbed their eyes hard a few times.

But no matter how much they rubbed, all they saw was the rippling water on the lake's surface.

"This, how is this possible!?"

"Long Aotian... was actually sent flying by the Young Master with a single slap?"

"I don't believe it! I must be under an illusion! Chen Lü, quick, pinch me so I can snap out of it!"

Chen Lü instinctively grabbed his thigh and gave it a full 360-degree Thomas spin.

"Ow—! Chen Lü, I said pinch me, not use all your baby strength!"

The onlookers immediately fell into chaos.

On the rooftop.

Jin Peng stood dumbfounded.

He stared fixedly at the black-haired, blood-eyed youth by the lake, shock and bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

After a long moment, Jin Peng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

He let out a bitter laugh and sighed, "What a Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. The Sect Master was right—Linyuan is truly a prodigy unseen in ten thousand years!"

Ye Linyuan looked at the lake in some surprise.

Even he hadn't expected his strike to be so overwhelmingly effective.

Against Long Aotian, who was at the same level, he had actually sent him flying?

With a "splash,"

Long Aotian climbed out of the lake.

His originally eerie red hair hung limply over his head like seaweed, looking quite disheveled.

On the outer edge of his forearm were a few shallow wounds, blood seeping from them.

Though they looked somewhat fierce, they were merely superficial injuries, nothing serious.

It must be said, Long Aotian's innate skin martial soul was indeed formidable, fully capable of rivaling top-tier defensive martial souls.

Relying on his physical body to directly withstand Ye Linyuan's thousand-year soul technique assault, he had only suffered minor injuries.

But after this strike.

The defiant look in Long Aotian's eyes was now nowhere to be seen.

Only shock remained!