Thousand-Year Soul Skill, Sending Long Aotian Flying with One Claw! (Please Bookmark and Follow, Following Is Very Important~ Thanks

On the field.

Long Aotian still did not know that his teacher had already passed judgment on him.

He let out a low shout.

His already fair skin instantly became lustrous, with a faint glow seemingly flowing beneath it.

This was his Original Martial Soul—skin!

One yellow and one purple Soul Ring emerged, slowly pulsing around his body.

Ye Linyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

For his second Soul Ring to reach the thousand-year level, Long Aotian's talent was clear to see.

His eyes burned as he said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother, come."

"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—!"

Following that deep tiger's roar.

Ye Linyuan's appearance changed drastically!

His body suddenly expanded, his originally black eyes instantly overwhelmed by crimson, while a pair of black wings unfurled from his back.

His hands turned into tiger claws, black fur covering his palms completely.

As his fingers flexed, dagger-like claws appeared and vanished, glinting with a cold, sinister light.

Most eye-catching of all was the savage scorpion tail raised high behind him, made entirely of bone segments.

But at that moment.

Everyone's attention was drawn to something else, and no one paid any mind to that peculiar tail.

"Th-thousand-year Soul Ring!?"

"Holy shit! Am I hallucinating?"

"Hiss—his first Soul Ring is thousand-year? How did he do that?!"

The scene fell silent for a moment before cries of shock erupted one after another.

Long Aotian's pupils contracted instantly. He stared fixedly at that brilliant purple glow, even seeming somewhat dazed.

"Senior Dragon, here I come."

Under Martial Soul Possession, even Ye Linyuan's voice had become several degrees colder, like a tyrant suppressing his own ferocity.

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

Looking at his Junior Brother, brimming with vicious aura, he knew he had been foolish.

The physical constitution of Twin Martial Souls masters was already stronger than that of ordinary soul masters.

And the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was a legendary super soul beast.

The enhancement a thousand-year Soul Ring brought to a soul master, as well as the strength of its Soul Skill, was far beyond what a hundred-year Soul Ring could compare with.

Even with his outstanding talent, enough to look down upon his peers in the Body Sect, he could only absorb a thousand-year Soul Ring beyond his level for his second Soul Ring.

With him having voluntarily suppressed his strength to one ring and promised not to use his second Soul Skill.

Based on their apparent strength alone, Ye Linyuan already held the advantage!

But even so.

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

"First Soul Skill, Demon Ape Transformation!"

He roared, and his yellow Soul Ring lit up.

Long Aotian's body gradually swelled, making him a full size more muscular than before, while the aura radiating from him abruptly rose another level.

Nearby.

The onlookers had already begun discussing the matter excitedly.

"Aotian's Demon Ape Transformation enhances defense, strength, and attack at the same time. Although the boost is only ten percent, it's already pretty good for a hundred-year Soul Ring. Can the Young Sect Master beat him?"

"Aotian's skin Martial Soul has incredible defense. I wonder if the Young Sect Master can break through it?"

"Tiger-type soul beasts are naturally powerful attackers, and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is even a super soul beast. If Aotian doesn't use his second Soul Skill, the Young Sect Master should be able to beat him, right?"

"You all know how powerful thousand-year Soul Skills are. I'd bet the Young Sect Master will definitely win. The only question is how long it'll take!"

Ye Linyuan looked at the imposing Long Aotian, anticipation appearing in his eyes as well.

Ever since fusing with his first Soul Ring, he had yet to truly test the power of Wind Thunder Flash Strike.

This was the perfect chance to try it out!

The purple Soul Ring flashed faintly.

A layer of azure-purple light, as though stained with ink, enveloped Ye Linyuan.

The next second.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar.

Ye Linyuan's figure suddenly vanished. He seemed to transform into an azure-purple bolt of lightning, rushing before Long Aotian in the blink of an eye.

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

No circling around, no probing—just a simple, brutal frontal assault!

Thousand-Year Soul Skill, Wind Thunder Flash Strike!

Ye Linyuan's speed was too terrifying. Even ordinary two-ring agility-attack Soul Grandmasters could not match it.

How could Long Aotian have expected that Ye Linyuan's Martial Soul was clearly a power-attack tiger Martial Soul, yet his sudden burst of speed would be even more terrifying than that of a leopard Martial Soul?

Caught off guard, he did not even have time to dodge.

He could only instinctively raise both arms and cross them before himself, preparing to take the attack head-on.

Then, the very next second.

"Bang!"

Long Aotian felt as though he had been slapped by a berserk tiger, and his body flew uncontrollably into the air!

What surprised him even more was.

Ye Linyuan's attack contained not only sharp wind-attributed cutting force and lightning-attributed paralysis, but also a tyrannical corrosive power.

That force was gloomy and chilling, immensely invasive, and even left Long Aotian's arms somewhat numb.

It was precisely the corrosive power of the evil attribute!

Before everyone's stunned gazes.

Long Aotian flew like a tossed sack and crashed into the lake with a splash, sending water flying everywhere!

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone's expressions stiffened.

Then, the next instant.

"Hiss—"

"Holy shit?"

"Holy shit!"

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

They even thought they were seeing things and rubbed their eyes hard several times.

Yet no matter how they rubbed them, all they could see were ripples spreading across the lake's surface.

"Th-this is impossible!?"

"Long Aotian... got sent flying by a single swipe from the Young Sect Master?"

"I don't believe it! I must be under some illusion! Chen Lü, hurry and pinch me so I can wake up!"

Chen Lü instinctively grabbed his thigh and gave it a three-hundred-sixty-degree Thomas spin.

"Aow—! Chen Lü, I only told you to pinch me, not to use all the strength you've got!"

The crowd of spectators immediately fell into chaos.

On the rooftop.

Jin Peng stood there in a daze.

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

After a long while.

Jin Peng finally took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

He gave a bitter smile and sighed. "What a Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. The Sect Master was right—Lin Yuan truly is a once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy!"

Ye Linyuan looked at the lake in slight astonishment.

Even he had not expected the power of that strike to be so exceptional.

Against Long Aotian of the same level, he had actually sent him flying in one blow?

With a splash.

Long Aotian climbed out of the lake.

His originally bewitching red hair hung from his head like wet weeds, leaving him in an utterly bedraggled state.

There were several shallow cuts along the outer edge of his forearms, blood seeping from the wounds.

Though they looked somewhat savage, they were only superficial injuries and nothing serious.

It had to be said that Long Aotian's skin Original Martial Soul was indeed formidable, fully comparable to a top-tier defense-type Martial Soul.

He had taken Ye Linyuan's thousand-year Soul Skill assault head-on with his physical body and had suffered only minor injuries.

But after that strike.

The defiance in Long Aotian's eyes could no longer be seen.

Only shock remained!