Divine Beast, Yin-Yang Demon God Tiger

Qian Renxue stood within the Five Elements Domain, feeling an invisible pressure envelop her entire body. Her internal Bloodline Power grew sluggish, and even her breathing became somewhat labored.

This domain can actually affect physical functions; it certainly has some merit.

"Your domain is not bad." She raised her eyes to look at Ye Fan, a sharp glint flashing in her golden pupils.

"But if you want to force Me to use My Martial Soul, it is not enough. Since you have already raised your strength to the level of a Soul Emperor, I shall also use Soul Emperor-level power to spar with you. I will not bully you."

As her words fell, a majestic surge of Bloodline Power erupted from within Qian Renxue.

The previously sluggish blood flow instantly surged like a tide. The oppressive feeling brought by the Five Elements Domain was swept away, and her physical strength skyrocketed to the Soul Emperor level. Every heartbeat sounded like a war drum, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Ye Fan's expression darkened—what vigorous blood energy!

His Qilin Martial Soul was renowned for its formidable bloodline, making him most sensitive to this type of power.

"Earth Imprisonment!" Ye Fan let out a low shout, pushing his domain power to the limit.

The rocks on the Martial Arts Platform instantly liquefied, turning into dark brown sludge that spread toward Qian Renxue's feet. The viscous mud seemed to possess a life of its own, attempting to drag her down into the depths.

Qian Renxue activated "Inch Step" beneath her feet, her soles striking the sludge at a frequency of dozens of times per second. Each stomp unleashed a subtle burst of force, allowing her to hold her body up against the mud without sinking even a fraction.

She moved slightly, as agile as if she were on flat ground, though her speed was ultimately severely restricted.

"Metal Resilience!" Golden light flared around Ye Fan. The metal element within the Five Elements power condensed, making his Qilin Battle Armor thicker and sharper.

Using the cover of his domain, he charged fiercely toward Qian Renxue—within his own domain, he could ignore terrain obstacles, his speed increasing rather than decreasing.

Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed; she no longer dodged.

Ye Fan's fist struck, wrapped in the sharp energy of metal. She flipped her wrist, turning her palm into a blade, and precisely slashed toward Ye Fan's forearm.

Ye Fan changed his fist into a claw, his five fingers hooking like talons, carrying a wind that tore through the air as he swiped at her shoulder.

Qian Renxue sidestepped and countered with a knee strike aimed directly at Ye Fan's lower abdomen. Ye Fan pulled his stomach in and retreated, driving his elbow backward to strike at Qian Renxue's ribs.

The two engaged in close-quarters combat within the sludge, their figures interweaving as the sound of fists and palms colliding rang out as densely as popping beans.

Within a few breaths, they had exchanged dozens of blows. The sludge beneath their feet was sent flying, yet whenever it came within three feet of Qian Renxue, it was repelled by the energy waves generated by her body's high-frequency vibrations, leaving not a single stain on her clothes.

"Inch Power!" Seizing the gap where Ye Fan's old strength had faded and his new strength had yet to arise, Qian Renxue gathered power in her right fist and slammed it out.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, his body sliding several yards through the mud.

He let out a muffled groan, channeling the force of the punch into the ground, causing the sludge to erupt into the sky in a turbid pillar of water.

"Ling Feng, if you don't strike now, when will you?" Ye Fan wiped the mud from his face and roared at Ling Feng on the other side.

He was only a Soul Ancestor by cultivation; forcing the use of a god-level Martial Soul and a domain consumed soul power like water. He could not last more than a few minutes in such a high-intensity battle.

If he didn't drag Ling Feng into the fray, he wouldn't even last half an incense stick's time.

A cold light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes; he no longer hesitated.

"Martial Soul Evolution, Divine Beast, Yin-Yang Demon God Tiger!"

The phantom of a White Tiger Martial Soul roared behind him. The black stripes on its body seemed to come alive, spreading wildly. The originally snow-white fur was stained with ink, and its size surged, eventually transforming into a giant black-and-white tiger. Its fangs were bared, and its eyes burned with flames of yin and yang, exuding the pressure of a god or demon.

The Yin-Yang Demon God Tiger circled in the air twice, let out a soul-shaking roar, and then dove down, merging into Ling Feng's body.

Ling Feng's aura soared, finally stabilizing at the level of a sixty-third-rank Soul Emperor. A rotating Taiji Pattern appeared on the White Tiger Battle Armor on his chest, with black and white energy flowing ceaselessly.

"Domain, Yin-Yang Domain!"

With Ling Feng as the center, black and white air currents spread out, intertwining with Ye Fan's Five Elements Domain.

Within this Yin-Yang Domain, energy circulation became extreme—either as fierce as raging fire or as cold as ice. Attacks gained doubled power, defenses saw a surge in resilience, and it could even distort the surrounding space, interfering with the enemy's judgment.

"Another god-level Martial Soul... This Ling Feng has hidden himself quite deeply." Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and said, "Would my disciple be a mediocre person?"

This brat, daring to hide things even from this Empress; I will settle the score later!

"Rigid Force!" Ling Feng shouted, his figure instantly appearing before Qian Renxue. His right fist, carrying the fierce energy of the Yin-Yang Domain, slammed toward her face.

This punch condensed the rigid power of the Yin-Yang Domain, capable of increasing attack power by fifty percent, determined to succeed in one strike.

Qian Renxue did not dodge or evade. She threw a punch of her own, her golden Bloodline Power colliding with his force to produce a deafening roar.

The two fists met head-on; there were no flashy techniques, only the purest collision of power.

Ling Feng's fist was rigid and overbearing.

Qian Renxue's fist appeared plain, yet it contained a continuous, lingering force, with golden blood energy surging like a tide, wave after wave.

After a dozen punches, Ling Feng felt his arm go numb and the webbing between his thumb and index finger split. He was forced to retreat several steps, temporarily returning the battlefield to Ye Fan.

He looked at his slightly trembling hands, a stormy sea rising in his heart—what a hard fist!

His Rigid Force was one of his trump cards, yet it had been taken head-on. To what extent had this woman's physical strength reached?

Ye Fan seized the gap and launched another offensive. Wood energy transformed into ropes, winding toward Qian Renxue's legs;

The sharp energy of metal condensed into arrows, shooting from all directions. Qian Renxue's figure flickered, dodging the rain of arrows while her toes tapped the ground, using the momentum to leap into the air and instantly break free from the ropes.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the numbness in his arm, and rejoined the fray.

He circled behind Qian Renxue, activating the gentle force of his Yin-Yang Domain in an attempt to disrupt the circulation of her Bloodline Power.

Qian Renxue seemed to have eyes in the back of her head; she spun around and lashed out with a kick, the scorching Bloodline Power melting away the frigid energy.

Ling Feng used the momentum to backflip, dodging the kick while simultaneously striking out with his left hand, the fierce Yang power transforming into a gale that slammed toward her back.

Qian Renxue did not dodge or evade, allowing the palm wind to land on her back; her figure merely swayed slightly before she countered with a punch aimed at Ling Feng's chest.

Ling Feng had not expected her to be so ferocious; he hurriedly crossed his arms to block, but the force of the punch sent him stumbling back repeatedly, the Taiji Pattern on his chest dimming significantly.

Ye Fan seized the opportunity to rush forward, condensing the power of metal into his fist and smashing it toward the side of Qian Renxue's face.

Qian Renxue tilted her head to avoid the blow, simultaneously driving her elbow backward into Ye Fan's lower abdomen.

Ye Fan let out a muffled groan, yet he gripped her arm tightly and roared at Ling Feng, "Now!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he unleashed his Yin-Yang Domain to its limit, the black and white energies transforming into chains that coiled toward Qian Renxue's limbs.

Qian Renxue exerted sudden force, attempting to break free from Ye Fan's restraint, only to see Ling Feng closing in on her.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, the Bloodline Power within her surging once more as the golden halo grew even more intense.

Qian Renxue grabbed Ye Fan with a backhand motion and spun her body abruptly, using the centrifugal force to hurl Ye Fan toward Ling Feng.

Caught off guard, the two collided, their movements stalling for a split second.

Qian Renxue seized this fleeting opportunity, activating Inch Step to instantly break through their encirclement and land several yards away.