Sneak Attack!

Zi JI has lived through countless years and has witnessed far too many human Soul Master' true colors when facing Ferocious Beast Soul Spirit.

Some Greed; seeing her 200,000 years of cultivation made their eyes red with envy, and they couldn't wait to seize her power for themselves, but they never asked her if she was willing.

Some were filled with fear. On the surface, they were respectful, but in their eyes they harbored apprehension and rejection of the Ferocious Beast's power. Once the contract was formed, they wished they could seal her deepest within the Soul Ring and never awaken her again.

Another type is arrogance, treating Soul Spirit as tools and contracts as conquests, as if making a Ferocious Beast one's own Soul Spirit is some kind of trophy worth showing off.

But Yun Jingheng was none of these types; she had observed him for a long time.

The smile in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a more serious and focused expression.

She spoke, her voice still deep and languid, but each word carried a heavier weight.

"A true dragon never bows its head easily, let alone when it is dependent on others."

She took a step forward, so close that Yun Jingheng could smell the faint aura of dark attribute Soul Power emanating from her. "The Lord has nodded, and Di Tian has agreed, but—"

She looked intently into his eyes.

The languid smile was gone from those purple eyes; instead, two tiny, blazing purple flames ignited within them—the purest form of fighting spirit.

"Conquer me with your power, and prove that you are worthy of me, the Hell Demon Dragon King."

Yun Jingheng paused for a moment, then looked at Di Tian.

He remained standing beside Zi JI with his hands behind his back, showing no surprise whatsoever at Zi JI's declaration.

Clearly, he had already discussed this matter with Zi JI before he arrived.

For the proud dragon race, contracts can be negotiated in advance, but this process cannot be omitted.

It's true that Zi JI is willing to become Yun Jingheng's Soul Spirit, but she needs proof that this human boy is capable of bearing her power and is qualified to carry her pride.

This is her bottom line.

Yun Jingheng certainly understood this.

He looked at Di Tian, then looked down at the slippers on his feet, and then looked up.

"Okay, that's fine. Let me go change my shoes?"

Di Tian and Zi JI exchanged a glance.

Zi JI blinked.

Di Tian remained expressionless.

"Okay, where shall we play? Right here?"

"No rush, just a moment, it'll be ready soon."

Di Tian stood at the edge of the Inner Court's Soul Fighting Arena, his hands behind his back.

Sea God Island was deserted; the entire Soul Fighting Arena was so empty that only the mournful sound of the sea breeze sweeping across the stands could be heard.

He glanced at the two people who had already taken their positions in the arena. One was wearing clothes he had just changed into, while the other was still in a dark purple dress. They were staring at each other from a distance of fifty meters.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clearly resonated in every corner of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Let's begin.

The moment she finished speaking, Zi JI's aura changed.

An unrestrained and complete outburst.

She unleashed her full power in an instant, and a dark purple light burst forth from her body. Wherever it passed, the air was compressed into visible white shockwaves, and the stone slabs on the Soul Fighting Arena were lifted up by the shockwaves, tumbling and shattering into dust in mid-air.

A giant dragon appeared in the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

The Hell Demon Dragon King.

Over sixty meters long, the dragon towers like a dark purple mountain. Each scale is the size of a washbasin, with a dark purple sheen at the edges. The surface of the scales is rough, like rock layers that have been repeatedly scorched and cooled by magma for tens of thousands of years.

The moment the dragon's wings unfolded, they covered half the sky. The wing membranes were covered with dark purple magic patterns. Instead of dimming in the sunlight, these patterns pulsated slowly like living things, and each pulsation released a visible ripple of dark elemental energy outward.

The dragon's head is held high, and two dragon horns curve and extend from its forehead backward, with dense ancient runes engraved on the horns.

The dragon's eyes were a pure purple-gold color, vertical pupils, and deep within the pupils burned two inextinguishable demonic flames.

Zi JI looked down at the tiny human boy on the ground, then opened her dragon mouth and roared at him.

You said you wanted to conquer me? Then let me see what you're going to use to conquer me!

A roaring sound emanated from the dragon's mouth in a visible form, and rings of purplish-black sound waves rolled towards Yun Jingheng.

The railings surrounding the Soul Fighting Arena were uprooted the instant the sound waves passed, the wooden seats in the stands shattered into wood chips with a crackling sound, and even the soul guidance barrier at the edge of the arena automatically triggered a stress response, lighting up a circle of pale golden protective light.

Yun Jingheng stood still, directly hit by the roar.

The jacket fluttered wildly in the sonic waves, hair flew backward, and even the skin on her face was rippled with wrinkles.

He squinted, raised a hand to shield his face, and couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell? Is this how you play? Releasing your true form right off the bat?"

His voice was completely drowned out by the roar, but Zi JI clearly heard it; a very subtle, triumphant glint flashed in her two purple-gold dragon eyes.

Yes, that's how it's played. You want to conquer me? Conquer a Hell Demon Dragon King? Do you expect me to give you three moves first? What are you dreaming of, kid?

Yun Jingheng took a deep breath.

He took a step forward, Soul Power within his body surged rapidly through his meridians like a lit fuse. Silvery-white Moonlight emanated from his body, condensing into the phantom of a Full Moon behind him.

Six Soul Ring lit up simultaneously, slowly rotating around him.

Yun Jingheng raised his hand, his First Soul Ring shone brightly, and Crescent Slash.

Three arc-shaped Moon Blade energies shot out from his fingertips, each more than five meters wide, a whole size larger than before.

After reaching level 70, his control precision and output power of Moonlight underwent a qualitative leap, and the power of a casual strike already exceeded the level when he was fully activating it before.

The three Moon Blade were arranged in a triangular pattern, their edges covered with the unique silvery-white Lunar Yin Cold Force light of the Taiyin Cold Force. As they flew rapidly through the air, they continuously absorbed moisture from the surrounding air, condensing it into fine ice crystals. They then slashed towards the Zi JI's head, leaving three long trails of ice crystals in their wake.

Zi JI did not dodge.

She raised her right forepaw, its dark purple scales reflecting a cold, hard luster in the sunlight, and then slapped it down.

boom.

She Crescent Slash into countless shattered silver specks.

"Kid! Are you looking down on me?"

Yun Jingheng let out a soft breath; he didn't expect the Crescent Slash to pose any real threat to Zi JI's true form.

Crescent Slash was his most basic attack Soul Skill, and its power was indeed quite good. However, against a Hell Demon Dragon King that had revealed its true form, this level of attack was no different from tickling.

He didn't want to hit her; he just wanted to leave a mark.

Yun Jingheng's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Where he had just stood, only a fading sliver of silver moonlight remained, and he himself had appeared directly in front of Zi JI's left forepaw, the spot where she hadn't had time to retract her hand after shattering the Crescent Slash, and also the blind spot directly below her.

Zi JI's dragon eyes suddenly contracted.

She sensed the spatial fluctuations, but it was too late by then.

As Yun Jingheng appeared, he lightly leaped up, his toes barely touching the ground, and his entire body soared to chest height.

The chest of a dragon is one of the areas most densely covered with dragon scales. Each scale is harder than steel and more than three inches thick. Ordinary Soul Skill cannot even leave a mark on it.

But after Yun Jingheng leaped up, he did not draw his sword or solidify the blade. Instead, he extended his right hand, his five fingers together, and pressed his palm against the dark purple dragon scale.

Then he delivered a palm strike.

His movements were so light that it looked as if he were simply touching a dragon scale with his palm.

A flicker of confusion crossed the dragon's purplish-gold eyes—what was he doing? Touching my chest?

Then an overwhelming force exploded from the point of contact between the palms.

That force pierced through the dragon scales, through the dragon skin, and through the tough fascia beneath the skin—a layer strong enough to withstand most Soul Skill —and acted directly on her sternum.

Zi JI felt as if a mountain had hit her chest.

Her body was pushed backward by the force of that palm strike, her front paws leaving the ground. Her dragon wings instinctively spread out in an attempt to maintain her balance, but the force was simply too great, so great that even this giant dragon, whose body was over sixty meters long, could not be suppressed.

She staggered back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep dragon claw mark on the Soul Fighting Arena floor, the sound of the stone slabs shattering echoing everywhere.

When she retreated to the ninth step, she finally steadied herself. With a sudden sweep of her dragon tail, she created a deep trench in the ground to brake. Then she stood there, her dragon mouth slightly open, her dragon eyes filled with disbelief.

Di Tian's brow twitched very slightly.

It wasn't because Yun Jingheng repelled Zi JI, but because of the way he applied the force of that palm strike.

He had seen countless attack methods— Soul Skill, physical attacks, mental attacks, and even attacks using Hidden Weapon and Soul Tool —but Yun Jingheng's palm strike just now did not belong to any conventional close combat technique he had ever seen.

The power of that palm strike didn't come from the arm muscles, but from a deeper level—from within the bones, from the meridian nodes, from every support point of the body—all simultaneously converging at a single point in the palm before being released in an instant.

This method of generating power is extremely efficient, with almost zero energy loss, and has amazing penetrating power. When it hits a dragon scale, it will not shatter the scale, but will directly transmit the power through the scale to the inside.

Yun Jingheng landed lightly, his toes barely touching the ground, without making a sound.

He stood where Zi JI had originally stood, the Full Moon phantom behind him slowly rotating, the moonlight shining on him, casting his shadow long on the ground.

He looked up at the Hell Demon Dragon King opposite him, who had staggered several steps before regaining his balance, and his expression was very smug.

These techniques, derived from martial arts manuals, are perfect for surprise attacks.

The first thing Zi JI did after regaining her balance was not to retaliate, but to look down at her chest.

There, on five dragon scales, was a human handprint clearly imprinted.

The palm print was small, with clearly defined five fingers, making it particularly eye-catching against the dark purple dragon scales.