Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring Exposed!

Oscar, sitting in the corner, didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He clearly remembered the shards of ice covering the ground in that alley that night.

That man was nothing short of an Asura who killed without blinking.

Just then, the lounge door was pushed open by a staff member.

"Shrek Academy representative team, please prepare to take the stage immediately."

"The draw results are out, your opponents are..."

The staff member glanced at the list in his hand, his tone turning somewhat strange.

"Skywater Academy."

The air in the entire lounge instantly froze to the extreme.

Tang San stood up abruptly.

The wooden chair behind him was knocked backward by his violent movement, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

He took a deep breath, surging with frantic killing intent in the depths of his eyes.

"Teacher, this is the perfect opportunity for us to take revenge!"

"Since we drew him, today is his death day!"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled twice, and the words he originally wanted to use to persuade him were ultimately swallowed back.

He stepped forward and patted Tang San heavily on the shoulder.

"Go."

"On the arena, as long as you don't take a life, you can use any means necessary."

"Wash away all the humiliation for us Shrek!"

Dai Mubai twisted his neck forcefully, his joints popping like firecrackers.

"Brothers, let's go!"

"Let those people from Skywater Academy know the consequences of angering us!"

The group of battered Shrek members marched out of the lounge with high spirits.

In the center of the Soul Fighting Arena, the spotlights converged once again over the ring.

The emcee's high-pitched, piercing voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Audience friends, the next event is the second highlight of the preliminary round!"

"The Shrek Academy representative team versus the Skywater Academy representative team, who just set a thirteen-second victory record!"

Accompanied by the emcee's shouting, the seven members of the Shrek team strode out from the left tunnel.

Tang San walked at the very front; although his poop-green uniform was ridiculous, the killing intent radiating from him was bone-chilling.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tailong, Huang Yuan, and Jing Ling followed closely behind.

Although the lineup appeared somewhat incomplete due to the loss of members, every one of their faces was filled with rage.

At the end of the opposite tunnel.

Xue Tianyu still led Shui Bing'er, Xue Wu, and Shui Yue'er, along with the three substitutes acting as spectators.

He walked up to the ring along the steps, unhurried and slow.

An ice-blue coat draped over his shoulders, swaying slightly in the breeze.

His pace was composed, his demeanor languid.

It was as if he hadn't come here for a match at all, but was merely taking a stroll in a back garden.

The two teams stood firm in the center of the ring, less than ten meters apart.

Tang San stared at Xue Tianyu opposite him, the hatred in his eyes almost piercing the other man like a physical blade.

"Xue Tianyu."

Tang San squeezed these three words through his teeth, each one carrying bone-deep hatred.

"I swear, you will absolutely not walk off this ring today."

Xue Tianyu swept a faint glance at him, revealing a smile of extreme mockery.

"Are your last words finished?"

"If it's just this nonsense, then you can shut up."

Tang San trembled all over with rage, his right hand already resting on the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

The referee walked to the sideline between the two teams and raised his right hand high.

"Both sides, prepare!"

Dai Mubai let out a heaven-shaking roar.

"White Tiger, possess!"

His muscles instantly expanded, tearing through his shirt as white fur covered his arms.

Three yellow and one purple soul rings rose rapidly from beneath his feet.

Tailong and the others also summoned their respective martial souls one after another, the entire team entering a state of combat readiness.

Looking at the Skywater Academy side.

Shui Bing'er and the others were just about to mobilize their soul power to step forward, but Xue Tianyu gently raised his right hand.

"You all stand back."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an air of absolute control.

Shui Bing'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded respectfully without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes, Captain."

She led the other six team members and retreated directly to the very edge of the arena.

This unusual scene left the entire audience completely bewildered.

The members of Shrek also stiffened.

Was he planning to take on all seven of them by himself?

This attitude of extreme contempt caused Tang San's anger to break through his line of reason.

The referee's hand suddenly dropped.

"The match begins!"

Before the words had even faded, Tang San exerted force through his feet.

His entire body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, his yellow soul ring lighting up simultaneously.

"First Soul Skill, Bind!"

Dozens of thick, tough Blue Silver Grass vines burst through the stone slabs beneath Xue Tianyu's feet.

Carrying a nauseating toxic mist, they climbed wildly up his legs.

They attempted to bind him in place.

Dai Mubai seized this fleeting opportunity and pushed off hard with his legs.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Intense Light Wave!"

A dazzling white ball of light rapidly condensed in his mouth.

Carrying a violent, destructive aura, it blasted straight toward Xue Tianyu's chest.

Facing this pincer attack, a dead end.

Xue Tianyu merely raised his right hand in an understated manner, his fingers held together like a sword.

A strand of bone-chilling sword qi quietly took shape at his fingertips.

Frost Sword Qi!

He didn't even glance at the clawing Blue Silver Grass at his feet, simply slashing a beam of sword light downward.

Sshhh—

The sword radiance flashed past.

Those incredibly tough Blue Silver Grass vines couldn't even offer a moment of resistance the instant they touched the Frost Sword Qi.

They were sliced clean through, turning into countless shards of ice that scattered across the floor.

Immediately following, Xue Tianyu backhanded a strike forward.

His palm carried a freezing gale, striking the incoming White Tiger Intense Light Wave head-on.

A muffled bang echoed out.

The ball of light, containing the violent energy of a level 44 Soul Ancestor, was actually shattered by his bare hand.

Turbulent energy splashed and scattered across the arena.

Dai Mubai hadn't even seen what happened before he felt a flash of white light before his eyes.

An ice-blue figure had already crossed a distance of over ten meters, appearing before him like a ghost.

"Too slow."

Xue Tianyu's cold voice exploded in Dai Mubai's ear.

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank, his heart giving a violent jolt.

He instinctively raised his arms to cross them in front of his chest.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

Dazzling golden light instantly covered his entire body; Dai Mubai's muscles expanded once more, his defensive power skyrocketing exponentially.

Yet, in front of Xue Tianyu, all of this seemed so laughable.

Xue Tianyu did not even use his soul power.

He simply raised his right leg and delivered a fierce side kick, slamming it hard into Dai Mubai's chest.

Crack!

The teeth-grinding sound of bone fracturing echoed clearly throughout the entire Great Soul Arena.

The defensive barrier of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation shattered instantly like glass.

Dai Mubai spat out a massive mouthful of blood.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a miserable arc through the air.

Finally, he slammed heavily into the protective barrier at the edge of the ring, sliding down the light screen to the ground.

Just one strike.

Dai Mubai, a level 44 assault-system Soul Ancestor, rolled his eyes and passed out on the spot.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The spectators in the stands even forgot to cheer; all the noise was cut off in an instant.

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the slender figure on the ring who still hadn't even released his martial soul.

What kind of monster was this?

"Mubai!"

Tang San's eyes were splitting with rage, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.

He never imagined that even with his third soul skill activated, Dai Mubai wouldn't be able to withstand a single kick from his opponent.

Hatred and humiliation instantly drowned out all his reason.

"Xue Tianyu, I want you dead!"

A hazy purple light suddenly ignited in Tang San's eyes.

Purple Demon Eye!

An extremely condensed mental shockwave shot straight toward Xue Tianyu's brain.

This was the trump card Tang San was most proud of.

As long as the opponent's mental strength was inferior to his, they would instantly become a cripple ready for slaughter.

However, Xue Tianyu only lifted his gaze slightly.

When that mental shock collided with his eyes, it didn't stir up a single ripple.

Instead, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Immediately following, a terrifying mental force, ten times stronger than Tang San's, surged back along the connection of the Purple Demon Eye.

"Ah—!"

Tang San shrieked, covering his eyes with his hands.

Two lines of crimson blood flowed from between his fingers, dripping onto the ring.

It felt as if ten thousand steel needles were piercing his brain simultaneously, the pain so intense his legs went weak, nearly forcing him to his knees.

But he bit his tongue, using the sharp pain to force himself to stay conscious.

His right hand lunged toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

In a fleeting instant.

Over a dozen pitch-black, icy glints shot out from his hand.

Each glint shimmered with the eerie light of potent poison, sealing off every path of retreat for Xue Tianyu.

Bone-Piercing Nail!

At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and an exquisite Godly Zhuge Crossbow appeared in his palm.

The sound of mechanisms clicking rang out in rapid succession.

Sixteen steel crossbow bolts tore through the air with sharp whistles, raining down toward Xue Tianyu's face.

The stands erupted in an uproar, gasps and cries rising one after another.

The referee turned pale with shock and hurriedly blew his whistle.

"Stop!"

"The tournament rules forbid the use of non-martial soul weapons!"

However, Tang San had already lost his mind.

He had only one thought in his head: to turn the person in front of him into a honeycomb.

Facing the sky full of hidden weapons, Xue Tianyu's expression did not change in the slightest.

He couldn't even be bothered to dodge.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

"Is that all you have? These petty tricks that aren't fit for the stage?"

As these words fell.

Beneath Xue Tianyu's feet, his soul rings finally rose.

Five black.

When the fifth black ten-thousand-year soul ring appeared, a collective gasp of cold air swept through the entire arena.

But immediately after, a sixth soul ring slowly rose.

It was a shade of crimson so blinding it reached the extreme.

A hundred-thousand-year God-Bestowed Soul Ring!

Boom!

When that red soul ring was revealed before everyone's eyes.

The entire Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stood up abruptly, staring blankly at the soul ring that radiated a terrifying pressure.

The piercing red light illuminated the entire arena as if it were a sea of blood.

The extreme cold domain emitted by the hundred-thousand-year soul ring instantly enveloped the entire stage.

The Bone-Piercing Nails and refined steel crossbow bolts that Tang San had fired.

Suddenly saw their speed plummet when they were still three meters away from Xue Tianyu.

Then, thick frost visible to the naked eye rapidly condensed upon these steel weapons.

With a series of crisp, clattering sounds.

All the hidden weapons were frozen into brittle ice shards, falling powerlessly to the ground and shattering into powder.

Tang San stood frozen in place.

The intense pain in his eyes was nothing compared to this moment.

He looked at the scarlet soul ring beneath Xue Tianyu's feet, his Dao heart collapsing and shattering.

That is a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

How is this possible!

How old is he? How could he possibly withstand the violent impact of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Xue Tianyu walked toward Tang San step by step.

His black leather boots crunched against the ice shards covering the floor, emitting a crisp rustling sound.

To Tang San's ears, this sound was like the countdown of the Grim Reaper.

Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang rushed frantically to the edge of the arena, his hands gripping the cold railing.

"We forfeit! Shrek forfeits!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, his eye sockets bloodshot.

If they kept fighting, Tang San would truly be killed on the spot!

However, Xue Tianyu paid no heed to Yu Xiaogang's cries.

He stopped two steps away from Tang San.

That overwhelming, mountain-toppling pressure of the hundred-thousand-year ring forced Tang San down, making it impossible for him to even straighten his back.

"Forfeit?"

Xue Tianyu sneered, his eyes filled with aloof disdain.

"Did I agree to let you forfeit?"

Tang San let out a hysterical roar.

The clothes on his back tore apart as eight sharp, purple-black spears erupted from his body.

External Soul Bone, Eight Spider Lances!

He brandished the venom-coated spider lances, using the last of his strength to thrust them viciously toward Xue Tianyu's chest.

"I want you dead!"

Xue Tianyu's gaze darkened.

He casually extended his left hand, grabbing one of the thrusting Eight Spider Lances in mid-air with absolute precision.

The hundred-thousand-year soul ring flashed with an eerie red light.

The extreme freezing energy instantly spread from Xue Tianyu's palm to the base of the Eight Spider Lances.

The once incredibly tough spider lances instantly became as fragile as brittle ice.

Xue Tianyu turned his right hand into a blade and struck down without mercy.

Crack!

"Ah--!"

Tang San let out a scream of extreme agony.

That Eight Spider Lance, connected directly to his bloodline, had been cleanly severed by Xue Tianyu!

Black-purple venomous blood sprayed from the fracture, splashing onto the icy surface of the arena and emitting a hissing, corrosive sound.

The intense pain caused Tang San's entire body to convulse violently, his legs buckling as he prepared to collapse.

Before his knees could even touch the ground.

Xue Tianyu had already raised his right foot, delivering a heavy kick directly into Tang San's abdomen.

Bang!

Tang San's body bent like a cooked shrimp, slamming heavily against the hard arena floor.

He vomited mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

Supporting himself with his hands, he struggled desperately, trying to crawl back up.

Xue Tianyu stepped forward without a shred of mercy, slamming his foot down hard onto the side of Tang San's face.

He ground Tang San's head into the bluestone floor.

"A piece of trash who only knows how to play with hidden weapons and launch sneak attacks—do you really think you're worthy of seeking revenge against me?"

Xue Tianyu looked down from above at Tang San, who lay there like a dying dog.

He applied slight pressure with the sole of his military boot, and Tang San's nasal bone shattered instantly, blood flowing freely.

"That good brother of yours, Ma Hongjun, was turned into ice shards by me."

"Zhao Wuji had his head severed by my own hands."

"And you."

Xue Tianyu slowly ground his toe into him, listening to the desperate whimpering coming from Tang San's throat.

"Don't even have the qualifications to make me look at you properly."

Down below, Yu Xiaogang had already broken down.

He pounded frantically against the protective barrier of the formation, tears and snot streaming down his face, completely devoid of his usual "Grandmaster" demeanor.

"Referee! He's breaking the rules!"

"He's trying to kill him! Stop him, quickly!"