Golden Generation? Not Enough, All of You Come at Me!

High above on the platform, the fingers Bibi Dong rested upon the armrest curled slightly.

She was not angered by Hu Liena's defeat.

The moment Bibi Dong saw that black, ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath Qin Yao's feet, the outcome of this match had already been sealed. She had confidence in her disciple, but she believed even more in the ironclad laws of the soul master world: the age of a soul ring determines the absolute disparity in soul skills.

Furthermore, Qin Yao's martial soul was clearly superior to Hu Liena's Demon Fox; the gap in their martial souls was immense.

At this moment, her heart was filled more with concern for Hu Liena's injuries.

That purple flame carried a tyrannical, corrosive nature. Even from this distance, she could sense the terrifying power contained within it. Qin Yao's palm strike had appeared effortless, but had he not held back his strength, Nana likely would not have simply been knocked away.

This Qin Yao had held back!

The Worship Hall truly kept their secrets well hidden!

A twelve-year-old level forty-three Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth ring. Such talent could no longer be described as merely genius.

Bibi Dong's train of thought was interrupted by a roar from the arena.

"This was merely a sparring match within the Hall, yet you struck with such heavy hands!"

Yan's eyes blazed with fire, his sturdy frame blocking the path in front of Hu Liena, clearly furious to the extreme.

Xie Yue did not speak, but the Moon Blade gripped tightly in his hand began to shimmer with a blood-red light, his soul power surging as he prepared to strike at any moment.

Qin Yao turned a blind eye to their rage. He simply spoke calmly: "Considering we are all from Martial Soul Hall, I have already shown mercy."

"You!" Yan wanted to retort.

"Brother, Yan, stop."

A slightly hoarse voice came from behind them.

Hu Liena struggled to climb up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her face was somewhat pale, but her breathing remained steady.

She stopped the two impulsive men, then looked toward Qin Yao in the center of the arena.

"My skills were inferior," Hu Liena admitted frankly. "He did indeed hold back at the end; otherwise, my injuries would have been far worse."

In that instant, Hu Liena had clearly sensed that the purple fire contained within the lion's claw pressed against her chest was enough to pierce through her protective soul power and her body alike.

Yet, that power had been reined in by seventy percent the moment before it made contact.

She was merely a control-type soul master; her physique was not robust, and it was fortunate that Qin Yao had held back.

Upon hearing this, the anger on the faces of Xie Yue and Yan faltered.

They trusted Hu Liena's judgment.

Xie Yue retracted his martial soul and supported his sister, preparing to take her off the stage to treat her wounds.

Yan also snorted; though he was unwilling to let it go, he knew that continuing to make a scene would be unreasonable.

The three turned, preparing to walk off the arena.

"Stay where you are."

A flat voice rang out behind them.

The three paused in their tracks and turned back in unison.

Qin Yao stood where he was, hands behind his back, his dark purple hair fluttering without a breeze.

"What do you take this Soul Fighting Arena for? A place you can come and go as you please?"

As these words fell, the entire arena erupted in an uproar.

The expressions of Xie Yue and Yan turned ugly in an instant.

"What do you mean by that?" Xie Yue's voice was heavy.

Qin Yao ignored him, instead looking up toward Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu on the high platform.

"Great Elder, Your Holiness the Pope."

"These two rushed onto the arena without permission. According to the rules, does this mean they also wish to challenge me?"

"Since that is the case, I shall accept today."

"It should be quite reasonable for me to take on three at once, shouldn't it?"

His words were neither servile nor overbearing, yet they carried a tyrannical aura of absolute supremacy.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into silence once more.

Everyone was stunned by Qin Yao's declaration.

Winning against one wasn't enough; he wanted to fight three?

This was no longer confidence—this was arrogance!

On the high platform, Bibi Dong's brows furrowed. She had thought the matter would end there, that Qin Yao had already proven himself and the position of Holy Son was secure; she had not expected him to continue.

What was he trying to do?

Did he intend to trample the faces of the Golden Generation entirely to ascend to the position of Holy Son?

A faint, visible smile finally appeared on Qian Daoliu's face.

Good lad, what spirit!

Worthy of being Old Four's grandson; this domineering streak is exactly to his liking!

He could also see that Qin Yao intended to subdue the three strongest members of Martial Soul Hall all at once, letting everyone see just how formidable the person chosen by the Worship Hall truly was.

Qian Daoliu lifted his teacup, blew on it gently, and then looked slowly toward Bibi Dong.

"Pope, it is a good thing for young people to have drive. What do you think?"

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort in her heart.

What could she say? Refuse?

Wouldn't that make it seem as if she feared her own disciples would lose? Wouldn't it make her, the Pope, appear lacking in stature?

Qin Yao had already pushed the matter to this point; if she refused, it would be the entire Pope Palace that lost face.

Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her magnificent papal robes fluttering without a breeze as an imposing aura spread outward.

Her voice echoed across the entire arena.

"Granted!"

Below the stage, the faces of Xie Yue and Yan were as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Arrogant!"

"Do you really think you are invincible? To actually want to take on three at once!"

Qin Yao seemed not to hear their roars, merely extending a single finger and shaking it gently at the three of them.

"Don't waste time."

"Use your Martial Soul Fusion Skill directly."

"Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to make me use a second move."

This sentence became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Good! Good! Good!" Yan laughed in extreme anger. "Nana, Xie Yue! Since he is seeking his own death, we shall grant his wish!"

"Let him witness what the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall is truly capable of!"

Yan roared, his soul rings lighting up instantly as his Flame Lord martial soul fully possessed him, transforming his entire body into a burning giant.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue exchanged a glance, both seeing resolve in the other's reaction.

Things had reached this point; there was no turning back.

This battle concerned not only their own honor but also the dignity of their teacher, Bibi Dong!

"Brother!"

"Mm!"

The two were of one mind.

On the high platform, Bibi Dong's heart tightened once more.

She had absolute confidence in the Martial Soul Fusion Skill "Demon Charm" used by Nana and Xie Yue.

Once this fusion skill was unleashed, their Soul Power Levels would stack, causing their strength to skyrocket to the Soul King level. Even more terrifying was the red mist domain, which suppressed the senses, weakened soul power, and slowed movement.

In the past, they had relied on this move to trap a level 62 Soul Emperor for a long time, eventually forcing the opponent to admit defeat in a sorry state.

Within the red mist, "Demon Charm" was practically invincible among those of the same rank.

However...

Bibi Dong's peripheral vision flickered toward Qian Daoliu beside her.

This old fellow had sat firmly on his throne from beginning to end, looking completely calm and composed, as if Qin Yao were not fighting the Golden Generation, but merely three random Soul Elders.

Such certainty made Bibi Dong feel somewhat uneasy.

What kind of trump card was that Qin Yao still hiding?

In the moment she was pondering, the transformation on the stage was already complete.

The figures of Xie Yue and Hu Liena merged in mid-air, and an androgynous being with flowing long hair appeared in the air.

Around its body, thick red mist surged out like a tide, instantly swallowing the figures of Yan and Qin Yao.

In the blink of an eye, the entire massive stone arena was completely shrouded by this eerie red mist, and from the outside, not a single detail could be seen within.