The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Reinforcements

"Good evening, the one who ruined my fun."

Zhao Asi spoke unhurriedly. Although he did not know who the other party was, judging by their attempt to break the barrier of the Great Soul Arena, they were clearly standing on the opposite side.

He had come for Liu Jiayi; specifically, he had emerged because Liu Jiayi had turned into a monster. In his plan, Liu Jiayi was not supposed to transform so early; he should have lasted another week to provide sufficient data for his experiments. Now, however, the plan had gone down the drain.

Zhao Asi gradually approached Flender. Although Flender felt the pressure radiating from his opponent, he could not retreat.

One reason was that his students were still up there, and the other was that his dignity would not allow him to bow down to an Evil Soul Master.

Flender lunged forward, ten air blades surging toward Zhao Asi's face, but Zhao Asi shifted his right hand slightly and blocked the strike.

He smiled—a mocking expression, ridiculing Flender's attack as if it were a feather landing on water, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

His right hand began to change, transforming into a giant hammer. The transparent hammer body revealed the principle behind it: it was bone reshaping his palm, turning his hand into the likeness of a hammer.

"A Body Martial Soul!"

Flender saw through the trick at a glance. To be able to change one's body with such ease—if it wasn't a Body Martial Soul, what could it be?

"A keen eye. My Martial Soul is bone."

As Zhao Asi spoke, his hunched back straightened. The giant hammer swung toward Flender, while the area around Flender had been sealed off by the items Zhao Asi had "accidentally" scattered on the ground earlier.

He had only one path: to block this strike. With the strength of a level 78 Spirit Saint, he had to withstand a blow from a level 81 Spirit Douluo.

Could he block it?

Flender hadn't expected that simply coming out to teach a class would lead to such a predicament. Golden light erupted from his body; this was his spirit skill, capable of enhancing his defensive capabilities.

But even with this layer of defensive amplification, he gradually felt the strain.

He was quickly losing his ability to hold on.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, first: Speed, fourth: Defense, sixth: All."

A calm voice rang out from not far behind him. In an instant, Flender felt a warm current flow through his entire body. The strength in his hands surged, and under Zhao Asi's confident gaze, he gradually pushed the attack back.

"You are..."

Zhao Asi's face shifted from displeasure to terror. The bone retracted, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back. He pointed his left hand forward, toward the space behind Flender, and stammered, "You are... you are Ning Fengzhi! As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, why aren't you staying in your sect? What are you doing out here?"

He took a breath, steadied his heart, and said, "Fine, since you've come out, I'll just wipe you out along with him."

As he spoke, Zhao Asi's left hand transformed into a giant scythe, striking directly at Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi, however, produced a feather fan from somewhere and fanned himself gently.

Flender was about to move to block the strike, but he realized someone was faster than him.

Indeed, with Ning Fengzhi present, how could he have come alone?

Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

"I heard you like playing with bones too?"

A deep, heavy voice resonated behind Zhao Asi. The next instant, a massive bone dragon lunged in from outside the Great Soul Arena and bit down on Zhao Asi's body. Zhao Asi spat out blood, and in the next second, he was lifeless.

The bone dragon vanished, and the black-robed elder collapsed to the ground.

The three stepped forward to peel back his black robe, only to find the signs of old age fading away, revealing a youthful face.

"Tsk, this guy was a clone."

Gu Rong slammed his right hand against the floor, dissatisfied.

"Uncle Bone, although this is a clone, it still has a significant impact on the main body. The most urgent matter is to study—" Ning Fengzhi's feather fan pointed toward the White Mist Space on the soul arena stage, "—this. After all, Rongrong is still inside."

"Right, Rongrong is more important."

Gu Rong walked to the front of the Great Soul Arena, stared at the white mist barrier, and reached out to touch it.

"So this is the thing that took the old Sword guy a few minutes to break?" Gu Rong gave a disdainful smile. "Watch my Space Teleportation..."

His Martial Soul phantom appeared behind him, but in the next second, the smile on Gu Rong's face vanished.

He switched to an offensive spirit skill.

BOOM—

A massive collision echoed throughout the entire Great Soul Arena as a giant bone dragon slammed into the barrier.

Gu Rong's expression grew increasingly grim.

"What on earth is this barrier made of? It's a miracle that the old Sword guy managed to break this thing."

He clicked his tongue.

"Uncle Bone, the space spirit skill didn't work?"

"It didn't. I only know that Rongrong is currently fine. She has the upper hand in the battle inside."

"Phew... that's good."

Ning Fengzhi let out a sigh.

After the Evil Soul Master incident a few days ago, they had studied this white mist barrier, but unfortunately, only Chen Xin had ever touched it. The progress on researching the barrier remained at a preliminary stage.

All that is known is that a powerful attack can break it.

Now, a new rule must be added: spatial soul skills are ineffective.

"So this thing can only be broken from the inside?"

Ning Fengzhi looked toward the White Mist Space with concern, though he could see nothing within.

"I fear so. But we cannot just sit here and wait for death. Sword Douluo has broken it once before; if we join forces, it might not be impossible."

Inside the White Mist Space.

Ning Rongrong frowned as she watched the monster in front of her, which was emitting strange, unintelligible noises.

"What are you jabbering about?"

She muttered under her breath.

The Trapped Beast had two charges of the absorbed thorn attack power remaining. Ning Rongrong steeled her heart, and two thorns of equal size appeared beside her, shooting toward the monster.

Through several experiments, she had discovered that the "power" described in the Trapped Beast soul skill had many uses. Beyond converting it into physical attributes to be unleashed through her own fists, it could also be externalized into other forms of attack—such as thorns. However, the externalized power could only take the form of the attack absorbed; if the opponent used thorns against her, she could not manifest a poison axe.

Good news: this monster had no Shield Bar.

Bad news: these two hits landed on the monster, but they didn't change its health bar much. To be precise, it dropped by about 2%.

"Is it a mechanic-based monster? Or purely a stat-check?"

She thought, downing both a Health Potion and a Blue Potion in preparation for the next attack. It had to be said that her current offensive options were still too limited; aside from her level 13 physical attribute attacks, the only usable soul skill was this Trapped Beast.

And the first problem with Trapped Beast was that if the opponent didn't attack, she couldn't attack either.

Is it possible that this soul skill is designed as a defensive skill?

The real Ning Rongrong muttered to herself from the side. She had realized that her soul skill had undergone some changes, but since her body had been under control the entire time, she hadn't been able to come out and test it.

Fortunately, the monster didn't make her wait long; the next second, massive vines swept toward her.

Trapped Beast activated. Watching her health bar drop, Ning Rongrong successfully obtained the power of that strike.

Three vines, imbued with poison elemental attacks, lashed out toward the opponent.

This strike took off 4% of its health.

"Looks like a stat-check monster... good thing I have plenty of items."

She drank a few more Health Potions and Blue Potions.

The second problem with Trapped Beast was the high consumption. Even though she made it look effortless, the real Ning Rongrong was actually being put through the wringer. It had been like that with Zhao Wuji, it had been like that when she was pierced earlier, and it was like that now.

"Or could it be that the opponent has resistance to poison attributes?"