A Textbook Dismissal

Tang Lieyan's soul rings were of the optimal configuration: yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Anyone born into a major power with a decent martial soul and Innate Soul Power could achieve this much.

"You have already lost!"

Bibi Dong looked at her opponent before her with a smile.

She had watched Tang Lieyan's previous battles; he belonged to the extreme burst style.

To put it simply, he was a pure brute.

A carbon copy of the second-generation Tang Hao.

In this regard, Tang Hao was inferior to Tang Chen.

Regarding the Clear Sky Sect, she had specifically taken the time to study them, even reading the records about Tang Chen in the Martial Soul Hall library.

Tang Chen's Clear Sky Hammer soul ring configuration could be called perfect, with his bursts even accompanied by soul skills like locking and gravity suppression.

That book had recorded it in great detail.

Bibi Dong had always suspected that the author of that book was Qian Daoliu.

Sometimes she even thought that if Qian Daoliu were a woman, Bo Saixi might not have had a chance at all.

Tang Chen would have been taken by him long ago.

"So what if you possess a ten-thousand-year soul ring?"

"My Soul Power Level is far higher than yours."

Facing Bibi Dong's psychological warfare, Tang Lieyan wore an expression of utter disdain.

In reality, his heart was in complete chaos at this moment.

From the full confidence he felt upon stepping onto the Soul Fighting Stage, his momentum had been shattered the moment Bibi Dong revealed her soul rings.

Tang Lieyan knew very well that he had no chance of winning now.

Even though he told himself over and over that he must not be afraid, must not lose his composure.

But the ten-thousand-year soul ring was clearly displayed there, and the faint smile that always hung on his opponent's face made the pressure in his heart grow heavier and heavier.

When his heart was no longer under his own control, how much of his power could he actually display?

"First Soul Skill, Mountain Shaker!"

Tang Lieyan knew that under the current circumstances, he could not afford to delay any longer.

If he continued to drag this out, who knew what uncontrollable things might happen.

"The momentum is decent, but that is all it is—just decent."

Facing Tang Lieyan's desperate appearance, Bibi Dong maintained a calm and elegant posture throughout.

Even as the Clear Sky Hammer swung toward her face, she remained composed.

To be honest, Bibi Dong really wanted to test the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer.

After all, this martial soul was boasted about far too much.

But in Bibi Dong's eyes, the Clear Sky Hammer was nothing more than this.

A martial soul that didn't even possess an innate domain—no matter how strong it was, how strong could it really be?

Using one's own weaknesses to collide head-on with an opponent's strengths—no matter how much she wanted to try, she wouldn't be so thick-headed.

Just as the Clear Sky Hammer was about to smash into Bibi Dong, she tilted her body slightly and dodged the fierce strike.

"How is that possible?"

"How could your speed be that fast?"

Tang Lieyan looked at this scene, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The opponent hadn't even used a soul skill, relying purely on physical reflexes to dodge his lethal blow.

One had to know that since he began using this move against enemies, it had always been invincible.

He had even used this soul skill to crush a thousand-year soul beast in the past.

Yet now, it had been dodged by the opponent just like that.

"There is nothing impossible about it."

"It is not that my speed is too fast; it is that your speed is too slow."

"Dragging such a clumsy hammer around, your intent to attack is far too obvious. Even if you think of it, your martial soul becomes a burden, making it impossible for you to hit your enemy."

"After all, not every soul beast is an idiot that will just stand there and let you smash them."

"When all is said and done, it is just a heavier forging hammer. Only someone with a broken brain would go head-to-head with you."

Bibi Dong's words were a blatant insult.

Her intent was very clear: she was telling those idiots in Martial Soul Hall not to be so thick-headed and resist the Clear Sky Hammer head-on.

Those who didn't know better might actually think the Clear Sky Hammer was a "brain-lowering" hammer.

Whenever anyone fought someone possessing the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul, they were all incredibly stubborn, choosing to pit their own heads directly against the opponent's martial soul.

It would be strange if they didn't lose.

At this moment, the expressions of the Clear Sky Sect members turned unsightly one after another.

For how many years had it been? Ever since Tang Hao made a name for himself, the Clear Sky Sect had never suffered such humiliation.

Never before had anyone disparaged their Clear Sky Hammer martial soul in such a manner.

If not for the fact that they were currently inside Martial Soul Hall, and if not for the fact that Qian Daoliu was still standing on the platform, he would have loved to rush up and smash this little brat named Bibi Dong with a hammer, letting her know that the weight of the Clear Sky Hammer was something she could not bear.

But being on someone else's turf, he had to temporarily suppress the rage in his heart.

"Brat, I'll remember you."

Tang Hao stared fixedly at Bibi Dong, his eyes filled with sharp, murderous intent.

Not long ago, that fellow Qian Xunji had just provoked his grandfather, and now that woman's disciple was mocking the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul; how could he possibly tolerate such a thing?

He wished he could just slap that little brat to death right now.

But Tang Hao restrained himself, ultimately choosing not to make a move.

Under the current circumstances and situation, he truly did not dare to strike.

Just a moment ago, when he had leaked a sliver of killing intent, he felt several sharp, powerful auras lock onto him.

If he were to attack Bibi Dong, those shameless old fogeys of Martial Soul Hall would definitely strike him down.

The consequences of that were something he could not afford to bear.

On the arena, from start to finish, Bibi Dong had not used a single soul skill, relying purely on anticipation and keen observation to easily dodge Tang Lieyan's repeated attacks.

Having swung his heavy hammer for so long, Tang Lieyan was now panting heavily, his soul power nearly exhausted.

"Second soul skill, Shadow Stealth Kill!"

The moment Tang Lieyan revealed an opening, Bibi Dong did not hesitate and immediately activated her soul skill.

Her figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke, vanishing into thin air the next instant, only to reappear directly behind Tang Lieyan.

A sharp Spider Spear rested against the center of his brow.

With the slightest bit of force, she could have split his skull open.

Her second soul skill was quite simple: it involved marking a location in advance, and upon activating the skill, her body would appear out of thin air at the marked spot.

This was very similar to the Flying Thunder God.

However, her mark had various limitations; it had to be within a certain range, and the mark would not remain permanently.

With Bibi Dong's current strength, she could only mark locations within a five-hundred-meter radius.

Even so, she was quite satisfied with this soul skill.

Whether used for assassination or for escape, it was an incredibly useful skill.

Moreover, the moment she arrived at the marked location, her attack power would instantly increase by one hundred percent, which was what satisfied Bibi Dong the most.

She didn't even need to charge up before using the soul skill; she could unleash her power immediately.