Red mist billowed, swallowing the entire Soul Fighting Arena platform in an instant.
Qin Yao's figure vanished from everyone's sight.
The moment he entered the red mist, a strange sluggishness wrapped around his whole body. It was as if a thick layer of gauze had been draped over his senses; his hearing, vision, and sense of smell all grew indistinct.
A cloyingly sweet fragrance filled the air, seeping in from every direction as it tried to invade his mind and muddle his thoughts.
"This domain is interesting," Qin Yao murmured.
He could feel that the red mist was not only suppressing his senses but also continuously weakening his Soul Power. Even his movements had grown sluggish.
If an ordinary Soul Master were caught in it, they would probably lose their bearings completely within ten seconds and become lambs to the slaughter.
Unfortunately, he wasn't an ordinary Soul Master.
On the elevated platform, Qian Daoliu sat motionless, still wearing his usual serene expression, as if he had absolute faith in his grandson.
Bibi Dong, meanwhile, leaned forward slightly.
She knew the power of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill Demon Charm better than anyone. Inside the red mist, the threefold suppression of senses, Soul Power, and movement was practically impossible to counter.
No matter how talented Qin Yao was, he was only twelve. Even with a steady temperament, facing such an unfamiliar and bizarre domain, he would inevitably panic. And the moment he lost his composure, Nana and Xie Yue would have countless ways to defeat him.
Yet the next moment, everyone's expectations were shattered.
"Buzz!"
A faint hum sounded in the red mist. Immediately afterward, a dark purple figure burst straight through the top of the mist and soared into the sky!
The dark purple Bone Wings on Qin Yao's back spread wide. Every beat sent powerful gusts of wind surging out, keeping him steadily suspended dozens of meters above the ground.
A flash of crimson-gold light flickered across his left arm, and an even fiercer, more domineering aura radiated from him.
It was the first Soul Skill of his hundred-thousand-year Flaming Griffin Left Arm Bone: Crimson Lion Soul!
This Soul Skill not only greatly enhanced the power of his Purple Fire and his ability to fly, but also raised his physical stamina and resistance to fire to an entirely new level.
Being able to fly with Martial Soul Possession alone was one of the advantages of the Amethyst Winged Lion King, a top-tier Beast Martial Soul.
Across the entire continent, how many Soul Masters with flying-type Martial Souls couldn't fly after possessing their Martial Souls, and still needed a Soul Skill to take to the air? Pathetic.
Qin Yao hovered above, looking down at the churning red mist below. The ability to fly certainly had its advantages.
The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into a strange silence once more.
Every spectator craned their neck and gaped, staring blankly at the figure in the sky.
"He's... he's flying?"
"My god! Isn't he a Power Attack System Soul Master? How can he fly?"
"How are they supposed to fight him now? Demon Charm's red mist can't even reach him!"
The atmosphere on the elevated platform grew subtle as well.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other's expression.
Bibi Dong's fingers, resting on the armrest, finally couldn't help but tap against it once.
She had imagined countless scenes of Qin Yao struggling in the red mist. The one thing she hadn't imagined was that he would break the stalemate in such a simple, brute-force way.
"He can fly without using a Soul Skill?" Bibi Dong asked, bewildered.
Could it be an External Soul Bone?
Qian Daoliu picked up his teacup and took a small sip before finally answering at an unhurried pace,
"Xiao Yao's Martial Soul is a little unusual. He was born with a talent for flight. I hope you won't take offense, Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong was speechless.
Take offense? You old coot were clearly showing off!
Inside the red mist.
Demon Charm's figure floated in the center of the haze. He could feel Qin Yao's presence suddenly vanish.
"Yan! He's not in the red mist!" Xie Yue's voice came from Demon Charm, edged with unease.
"What?"
Yan's burning figure paused in the mist. He tried to sense Qin Yao, but found no presence besides his own and Demon Charm's.
"Xie Yue, I'll charge out and face him first! Watch for your chance to back me up!" Yan roared, charging toward the top of the red mist without hesitation.
He refused to believe a twelve-year-old kid could turn the world upside down!
"Boom!"
A huge fireball burst through the red mist, and Yan's figure appeared in midair. As soon as he emerged, he spotted Qin Yao hovering not far away.
"Found you!"
Yan roared, and his fourth Soul Ring suddenly lit up!
"Fourth Soul Skill: Magma Surge!"
He stamped down, and a ring of violent flames burst into existence beneath his feet. Countless balls of molten rock rained down on Qin Yao like a meteor shower!
Qin Yao merely shifted his body and lightly beat the Bone Wings on his back. He became a purple afterimage, weaving through the dense barrage of molten fireballs as casually as if taking a stroll.
The molten rock, hot enough to melt steel, couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.
"Too slow."
Qin Yao's voice rang out calmly.
He appeared behind Yan in an instant. Without using any Soul Skill, he simply threw a straightforward punch.
"First Soul Skill: Amethyst Lion King Body!"
"Third Soul Skill: Lion King's Might!"
Both Soul Skills activated at once, and Qin Yao's strength, speed, and defense surged. His punch tore through the air with a strained, explosive crack.
Alarm bells rang in Yan's head. He spun around and crossed his arms in front of his chest to guard himself.
"Second Soul Skill: Granite Rock!"
A layer of heavy stone armor instantly covered his entire body.
A muffled thud rang out.
Yan felt an irresistible force slam into his arms. The granite armor, strong enough to withstand a Soul King's full-power strike, cracked apart under Qin Yao's fist!
The blow sent Yan flying backward. He tumbled through the air several times before barely managing to steady himself.
"How is this possible?" Yan's arms throbbed with numbness, almost completely devoid of feeling.
His raw strength alone was already this terrifying?
Just then, the red mist below churned violently. A huge blood-red Full Moon rose from within it, its edge sharp enough to slice through anything as it silently slashed toward Qin Yao's back.
It was Demon Charm's Self-Created Soul Skill, Full Moon!
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qin Yao didn't even turn around. He merely snorted.
"Finally decided to come out?"
"Then I'll deal with both of you at once."
"Amethyst Heaven-Burning Domain!"
An invisible wave instantly spread out from Qin Yao!
Purple Nether Flame burst into existence, turning the space within dozens of meters of him into a sea of fire.
On the ground, the red mist covering the entire platform came into contact with the purple flames. It immediately hissed as if it had met its natural enemy, rapidly dissipating!
Demon Charm and Yan were laid bare before everyone's eyes.
The moment the domain unfolded, Yan and Demon Charm both stiffened.
They felt a crushing pressure bear down on them. The flow of Soul Power within their bodies abruptly slowed, as if they had sunk into a mire.
"That's a domain!" On the elevated platform, Bibi Dong could no longer keep her composure. She shot to her feet.
This Qin Yao actually had a domain too!
A twelve-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and he had awakened a domain as well!
Why did all the good things go to him?!
"Ha ha ha ha!" Qian Daoliu finally couldn't hold back his delighted laughter.
On the platform.
Bathed in purple flames, Qin Yao's dark purple hair whipped wildly around him. He looked like a demon god who commanded fire.
He raised his right hand. The fourth black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring shone brilliantly.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Amethyst World-Destroying Claw!"
A huge claw forged from amethyst and purple fire appeared out of thin air. With an aura that threatened to destroy everything, it came crashing down on Yan, who was still stunned.
Yan only had time to let out an unwilling roar before the giant claw swallowed him whole.
"Rumble!"
The claw slammed into the platform, shaking the entire Soul Fighting Arena. The hard stone surface was crushed into a huge claw-shaped pit, its edges melted into amethyst.
As the dust cleared, Yan lay at the bottom of the pit, charred black from head to toe and utterly unable to fight.
One move. Instantly defeated!
After dealing with Yan, Qin Yao turned toward Demon Charm, whose face had gone deathly pale.
"Now there's only you."
In the form of Demon Charm, Xie Yue and Hu Liena felt their hearts sink to the bottom.
They had lost, and lost utterly.
From the moment Qin Yao had flown into the sky, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill they had been so proud of had become a joke. And once he had unleashed his domain, they had been left with no room to fight back.
But they couldn't just admit defeat!
"Ah!"
Demon Charm let out a shrill cry, pouring all their remaining Soul Power into the Moon Blade in their hand. Another blood-red Full Moon took shape, even more solid than before, as they slashed at Qin Yao with all their might!
This was their last shred of pride!
Qin Yao watched the blood-red Full Moon hurtling toward him and slightly raised his left arm.
The crimson-gold light of his Soul Bone blazed brilliantly.
"Griffin Heaven-Burning Strike."
Crimson-gold flames roared around his left arm. A lifelike phantom of a Flaming Griffin burst from it, cried out shrilly to the sky, and charged head-on into the blood-red Full Moon!
The crimson-gold Griffin passed through the blood moon with casual ease.
The blood moon froze in midair, then shattered inch by inch, scattering into a sky full of glowing specks.
The Griffin phantom struck Demon Charm squarely in the chest.
"Pfft!"
Demon Charm's figure broke apart in midair. Xie Yue and Hu Liena both spat out blood as they separated and fell helplessly from the sky.
Qin Yao flashed forward. Before they could hit the ground, he caught each of them by the back of their collars and gently set them down.
And with that, the Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation had been utterly defeated.
The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell deathly silent.
Qin Yao withdrew his Martial Soul and domain, then slowly descended to the center of the platform. His fitted outfit, black with dark purple patterns, was spotless.
He raised his head. His gaze passed over the countless stunned spectators and landed directly on the woman in the luxurious papal robe seated on the elevated platform.
"Your Holiness."
Qin Yao's voice rang across the arena.
"Am I qualified now?"
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