Forging the Name of the Sun Moon Star God with Eternal Dominion

After handing the grilled fish to Tang Ling, Xu Yanli immediately ran out and arrived at the entrance of the outer courtyard.

In front of the grilled fish stall outside the gates of Shrek City, oily smoke mixed with heat drifted through the air.

Xu Sanshi stared at Xu Yanli before him with a livid expression.

Behind Xu Yanli stood Huo Yuhao, who was looking at Xu Sanshi with a face full of anger.

Jiang Nannan kept her head low, somewhat afraid to look at Xu Yanli. However, after a moment of thought, she realized it wasn't the right time to reveal their identities, so she did not step forward to speak.

Beside them, Xu Sanshi's temper flared to the top of his head, the soul power of his Black Tortoise of Profound Darkness surging within his body.

Xu Yanli stood to the side with his arms crossed, suddenly poking his left hand out and beckoning to Xu Sanshi with a hooked finger.

He might as well have said, "Come here, then."

"Looking for a fight?" Xu Sanshi let out a deep shout. Instead of retreating, he surged forward, his frame dropping low as he charged with all the brute force of an ox.

His palms formed claws, his soul power condensed but held back. He was using a solid form of close-quarters combat; every grab and strike carried the sound of tearing wind, crisp and decisive.

Xu Yanli did not dodge or evade, his footsteps shifting lightly, his form like drifting clouds in the wind.

He did not use a single soul skill, relying purely on combat technique.

Xu Yanli once again felt grateful for the Tai Chi-style martial arts his physical education teacher had taught him in his past life.

He turned his wrist slightly, his fingertips precisely brushing past the crook of Xu Sanshi's arm, borrowing the force to redirect it—a classic case of four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds.

Xu Sanshi's powerful, heavy lunge was thrown completely off course, his center of gravity lost, and he nearly stumbled away.

"Damn it, how are you as slippery as that guy Bei Bei?" Xu Sanshi said in disbelief after suffering the setback.

Xu Yanli's voice was calm as he raised a hand to lightly pat Xu Sanshi's shoulder: "This is Tai Chi."

The palm strike appeared powerless, yet it landed exactly on the node where Xu Sanshi's soul power was circulating.

Xu Sanshi felt half his arm go numb, his strength instantly dissipating by more than half. He roared and turned to sweep his leg, but Xu Yanli dodged it sideways again, not even a hem of his clothes being touched.

Two moves in, the disparity was clear.

Having lost all face, Xu Sanshi was stung by shame and anger: "If you've got the guts, let's go to the Soul Fighting Arena! Let's have a real fight with real weapons!"

Xu Yanli nodded faintly: "As you wish."

Huo Yuhao, standing behind Xu Yanli, tugged gently on his clothes, a hint of nervousness appearing on his face.

Xu Yanli gave him a reassuring look.

"A fight is fine, but why don't we add a wager? Otherwise, it's no fun," Xu Yanli said with a faint smile, rubbing his fingers.

"What kind of wager?" Xu Sanshi asked.

"If I win, I want your Xuanming Sect to build a connection for our Xiaoyao Pavilion. If I lose, my Xiaoyao Pavilion will offer a ten percent discount on all future purchases made by your Xuanming Sect. How about that?" Xu Yanli took a fan from his storage soul tool—the fan bore the characters for 'Xiaoyao'—and fanned himself as he spoke.

After a moment of hesitation, Xu Sanshi nodded and said: "Fine."

A short while later, at the Shrek Academy Soul Fighting Arena.

The high platform was buzzing with noise, and two figures stood in the center of the arena.

Xu Sanshi no longer held back; his profound black soul power erupted with a boom. With his Black Tortoise of Profound Darkness martial soul possessed, tortoise-shell patterns covered his arms, his aura turning violent.

"Profound Darkness Quake!"

He launched his first soul skill immediately, a black shockwave sweeping across the arena, intending to suppress Xu Yanli from the start.

Xu Yanli lowered his eyes and lifted his right hand slightly.

In the center of his palm, the sun and moon shone together, and holy radiance slowly bloomed.

First Soul Skill: Holy Prayer Sun Moon Light Heal.

The holy light spread out in a thin layer. Xu Sanshi's shockwave collided with it, sinking like a stone into the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

The holy light carried a purifying power, flowing backward against the current of soul power. Xu Sanshi felt his arm go limp, his soul skill directly dismantled.

Xu Yanli had actually discovered this earlier; after all, his martial soul was not a pure Prayer Angel. Even a healing soul skill could be turned into an offensive one with just a slight modification.

However, in certain situations, it would be slightly weaker than pure offensive soul skills, leaning more toward control.

"Impossible!"

Xu Sanshi roared, shaking his arms as black-gold shield segments unfolded in layers.

Profound Darkness Shield Formation!

But Xu Yanli only lifted his eyes slightly. In an instant, six Sun Moon Holy Wings unfurled behind him, and a barrier woven of pure white and silver-blue light slammed down to envelop the entire arena.

Second Soul Skill: Apocalypse Holy Wing Guard.

The shield took form, an infinitely stacking sacred barrier that was indestructible.

Xu Sanshi channeled all his soul power into a fierce charge. The moment his attack hit the barrier, it was reflected in full!

The violent force exploded back along its original path. Xu Sanshi let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying backward, his chest in searing pain, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, his soul power surging crazily.

Power of Profound Darkness!

Xuanming Displacement!

The fourth soul skill activated; he intended to swap positions directly with Xu Yanli for a lethal close-quarters strike!

Yet, the moment his soul power surged, golden-red flames erupted from Xu Yanli's fingertips.

The Sun Origin True Fire condensed into a massive Angel Light Blade, spanning the battlefield as its edge pierced through the air.

Third Soul Skill: Solar Flame: Holy Judgment!

The Sun Wheel Slash descended, causing the space to scorch and warp.

The moment Xu Sanshi's displacement power manifested, it was ruthlessly crushed by the Holy Fire Domain, sending a searing pain through his soul and abruptly interrupting his soul skill.

The light blade cleaved into the ground beside him, leaving a bottomless charred trench, while the shockwave sent him flying; the light of his Xuanming Turtle Shell dimmed as all his defensive soul skills collapsed.

He slammed heavily against the edge of the arena, his entire body wracked with burning pain, his soul power circulation coming to a complete standstill.

Xu Yanli stepped forward slowly, the Lunar Moonlight spreading silently beneath his feet, transforming into a gentle yet frigid sea of life that completely enveloped Xu Sanshi.

Fourth Soul Skill: Moon Tide: Prayer of Peace.

As the moonlight flowed, the effects of holy deceleration and soul power deprivation took hold simultaneously.

Xu Sanshi's body stiffened, his strength draining away so rapidly that he couldn't even lift a finger.

His pride—his defense, his shockwaves, his displacement—hadn't even been given room to struggle against Xu Yanli's soul skills.

He even took the liberty of healing the injuries on his body.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

From start to finish, Xu Sanshi hadn't even managed to break a single one of Xu Yanli's shields, having been completely crushed without a shred of resistance.

Xu Yanli stood amidst the holy light, looking down at the disheveled Xu Sanshi with a calm, emotionless tone.

"You are too weak." Xu Yanli took out his fan and said with an expression of disdain.

"Xu Yanli of Grade One, Class One wins," the referee announced, his voice filled with disbelief.

One had to realize that Xu Sanshi was the Eternal Domain of the outer courtyard; although his loss might have had something to do with his short temper today, he had still lost...

A third-year student had lost to a first-year student.

"Xu Yanli!"

"Xu Yanli!"

"Sun Moon Star God!"

The students watching from below went instantly wild, screaming in a frenzy.

Bei Bei and Tang Ya looked at the situation on the stage, their faces etched with disbelief.

In their minds, even if Xu Yanli's Soul Power Level was higher, how could he possibly defeat the battle-hardened Xu Sanshi?

Xu Yanli tilted his head, let out a soft click of his tongue, and then turned to leave.