Welcome my Lion's Fang!

As the word "Begin" fell from Bibi Dong's lips, the Soul Fighting Arena fell into an inexplicable silence.

Everyone's attention was focused on Qin Yao and Hu Liena in the arena.

Hu Liena made the first move, her posture unfolding as her enchanting figure radiated an astonishing charm.

"Hu Liena, Martial Soul Demon Fox, Level 45 Control System Battle Soul Ancestor!"

Before her voice had even faded, four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—rose from beneath her feet, rhythmically circling her body.

This drew a chorus of gasps from the many Martial Soul Hall Academy students in the stands.

This was the strength of the Pope's personal disciple!

A confident expression graced Hu Liena's face; she believed her strength was more than enough to crush the arrogant boy standing opposite her.

However, Qin Yao merely said coldly, "Qin Yao, Martial Soul Amethyst Winged Lion King, Level 43 Assault System Battle Soul Ancestor!"

The next moment, a soul-shaking lion's roar resounded throughout the arena, and the phantom of a massive purple lion appeared behind him!

Its entire body was covered in dark purple crystal armor, its scarlet pupils looked down upon all living things, and the bone wings on its back unfurled in a ferocious display. A domineering pressure, originating from the depths of its bloodline, instantly swept across the entire Soul Fighting Arena!

Immediately following, four soul rings emerged from beneath Qin Yao's feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black!

When that final, ink-black ten-thousand-year soul ring appeared, the entire Soul Fighting Arena fell completely silent.

Time seemed to freeze in that very moment.

The confidence and disdain on Hu Liena's face froze instantly, her mind going blank.

This is impossible!

A second ring that is thousand-year?

A fourth ring that is ten-thousand-year?

How can this be!

She had trained under her teacher, Bibi Dong, and considered herself the cream of the crop among the younger generation, yet her own fourth soul ring was only five thousand years old.

And yet, this Qin Yao, whom she was seeing for the first time, possessed a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring!

This was no longer a genius; this was a monster!

In the spectator stands, a deathly silence had also fallen, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

After a brief moment of stillness, a mountain-shaking uproar erupted!

"Ten... ten thousand years! Am I seeing things? The fourth ring is black!"

"A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor, and his fourth ring is ten-thousand-year... is he even human?"

Within the crowd, two young men also wore expressions of shock.

"Xie Yue, this..." Yan, who had a sturdy build and flaming red hair, spoke with a dry voice, "Can Nana win?"

Xie Yue, with his silver hair and red eyes, wore an unprecedentedly grave expression.

"Nana's greatest strength is her mental Charm. If that Qin Yao has no effective means of countering it, he will undoubtedly lose."

Xie Yue took a deep breath and analyzed, "But if his mental power can resist the Charm, then with that terrifying soul ring configuration of his, Nana might lose!"

They knew very well that the age of a soul ring directly determined the power of a soul skill.

A ten-thousand-year soul skill was enough to turn the tide of the entire battle.

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong's fingers tightened involuntarily against the armrest.

Even as the Pope, having weathered countless storms, her heart was now churning with massive waves.

Twelve years old, Level 43, ten-thousand-year fourth ring.

Combined, these three pieces of data exceeded her entire understanding of what a "genius" was.

Even she herself, back in the day, could never have achieved such a level.

The Worship Hall had actually been hiding such a trump card!

She had originally thought this was a game where she held the winning hand, but now it seemed things were far from simple.

On the other side, the several elders behind Qian Daoliu presented a completely different scene.

"Hahaha! Old Four, this grandson of yours really brings you honor!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's boisterous laughter was undisguised as he slapped Qin Xiong on the back.

Qin Xiong grinned from ear to ear, standing tall and straight as if that ten-thousand-year soul ring had appeared on his own body.

"That's right! Just look at whose grandson he is!"

Qian Daoliu merely sat composed, a faint, indiscernible smile playing on his lips.

Very good, truly very good.

Xiao Yao, this child, had certainly not disappointed him.

The method of tempering the body with Whale Rubber was proposed by him, and in these six years of bitter cultivation, he had suffered more than anyone else. Now, these results were enough to strike terror into the hearts of the petty.

With such talent and such character, his future achievements would be limitless.

Only a man such as this was worthy of Xue'er.

On the arena stage.

Hu Liena finally recovered from her immense shock.

She knew that she could not afford to wait any longer.

Facing such a monster, any underestimation would be fatal.

"First Soul Skill, Charm!"

A purple light erupted from Hu Liena's eyes, and an invisible mental shockwave surged directly toward Qin Yao.

At the same time, the second soul ring on her body lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Fox Charm!"

A pink mist began to diffuse from her body, carrying a strange fragrance that rapidly enveloped half the arena, capable of plunging any enemies within its range into a mental trance.

Launching both moves at once—this was her most proficient control combo!

However, Qin Yao stood where he was, not moving a single inch.

Just as the mental shockwave and the pink mist were about to touch him, the third soul ring on his body suddenly flared!

"Third Soul Skill, Lion King's Might!"

"ROAR!"

The phantom of the Amethyst Winged Lion King Martial Soul roared at the heavens, and a pressure even more terrifying than before erupted from the center of Qin Yao, booming outward!

All attributes increased by 150%!

This power did not just act upon his body; it acted upon his spirit and his aura.

The moment that invisible mental shockwave touched the Lion King's Might, it was crushed into nothingness!

The diffusing pink mist was forced back by this overbearing and peerless aura, unable to come within three meters of Qin Yao at all!

Hu Liena's Charm had been broken!

And it had been crushed directly in the most savage, most unreasonable manner possible!

"Pfft!"

Hu Liena's figure swayed as she felt a massive force rebound against her; her mental energy stung, and she nearly lost her footing.

In the split second her focus faltered, a figure suddenly loomed large before her.

Too fast!

Qin Yao's figure transformed into a purple afterimage, instantly crossing the distance of several dozen meters.

He did not even use his ten-thousand-year fourth soul skill; that would have been bullying.

Qin Yao's second soul ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Lion's Fang!"

A ball of violent purple flames condensed in his right hand, taking the form of a hideous lion's head, which he pressed nonchalantly toward Hu Liena's chest.

BOOM!

Hu Liena felt a massive force strike her; her protective soul power was torn apart in an instant, and she was swallowed by the purple fire, sent flying backward.

She traced an arc through the air and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena, her Martial Soul dissipating in an instant.

One move, just a single move.

The core of the Golden Generation, the Pope's personal disciple, the level 45 Hu Liena, defeated!

The entire Soul Fighting Arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden, swift conclusion.

Qin Yao withdrew his hand and stood in the center of the arena. Control-type Soul Masters were indeed tricky, but Qin Yao's Martial Soul was the Amethyst Winged Lion King, far more powerful than the Demon Fox Martial Soul.

This was the biggest reason why Hu Liena's Charm had no effect on Qin Yao!

Just then, two roars erupted from the spectator stands.

"Nana!"

"How dare you hurt my sister!"

Two figures leaped down from the heights, carrying intense fluctuations of soul power, and landed heavily on the arena stage.

It was Yan and Xie Yue!

The two stood to the left and right, shielding the unconscious Hu Liena, glaring at Qin Yao with fury.

Yellow, yellow, purple, and purple soul rings rose from Xie Yue's body, and two Blood Moon Blades appeared in his hands.

Yan was even more direct; his Flame Lord Martial Soul underwent Martial Soul Possession, and his sturdy body was covered in flame patterns.

The Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation had gathered here.