Nine-Nether Slaughter God's Domain!!

Theory is just theory after all; who isn't capable of empty talk on paper?

Lin Yuan had only awakened his Martial Soul a few days ago and hadn't even absorbed a single basic ten-year Spirit Ring.

What right did someone without even a first spirit skill have to strike such a high-and-mighty, arrogant pose in front of them?

After all, the two were still children, at an age where vanity runs rampant and they knew nothing of the immensity of heaven and earth.

Anger and resentment continued to ferment in their hearts.

Finally, on the evening of that day.

The instruction session had just ended, and Bibi Dong had left first to handle administrative affairs.

Hu Liena was just about to follow in Lin Yuan's footsteps when Yan and Xie Yue stepped out from the side, blocking her path.

With no one else around, only the four of them remained in the empty corridor.

Yan crossed his arms over his chest, his entire body radiating an intensely scorching aura.

He tilted his chin up, his gaze locked onto Lin Yuan, and finally unable to suppress the fire in his heart, he spoke directly.

"Lin Yuan, who are you putting on this act of a worldly expert for all day long?"

"You just have good luck, having awakened a decent-grade Martial Soul and gained the favor of the Pope."

"If we were to actually fight, a guy like you who only knows how to talk on paper is probably all show and no substance!"

"..."

Yan sneered repeatedly.

"If it were a real fight with blades and guns, you might not be a match for me, Yan!"

Standing to the side, Xie Yue also stepped forward.

With his hands behind his back and a gloomy expression, he chimed in.

"Yan is absolutely right."

"Under the guidance of the elders of Martial Soul Hall, Yan and I have already successfully hunted spirit beasts and absorbed our first spirit rings."

"We are genuine one-ring Spirit Masters!"

Xie Yue stared at Lin Yuan.

"And you?"

Hearing their mockery, Hu Liena, standing beside Lin Yuan, turned bright red with anger.

Only she, who interacted with Lin Yuan every day and had even witnessed him occasionally reveal a trace of his Bloodline Power, understood just how unfathomable the black-haired boy before her truly was.

That wasn't empty talk on paper at all; it was true, absolute suppression!

"Yan! Xie Yue! What kind of nonsense are you two spouting here!"

Hu Liena stepped forward, blocking Lin Yuan, and was just about to speak up to defend him.

Unexpectedly, a fair, strong hand gently rested on her shoulder.

Hu Liena's words were forcibly cut off.

Lin Yuan gently pushed Hu Liena aside to face these two self-proclaimed geniuses who were clamoring before him.

There was no expression of anger on his face.

He was neither annoyed by the provocation nor eager to prove himself because of the slight.

He simply looked at the two with an extremely cold gaze, as if looking at two insignificant ants.

Lin Yuan asked with extreme indifference:

"And what do you want?"

His flat tone carried a detachment that sent a chill to the bottom of one's heart.

Seeing Lin Yuan take the bait, Yan assumed the other party had been pushed into a corner.

He sneered and immediately threw out the plan he had already calculated.

"It's simple: let's have a spar!"

"To show that I, Yan, am not some rat who bullies others by relying on status or picks on the weak."

"Considering you don't even have a spirit ring, I'll let you use one hand!"

"As long as you can force me to use both hands, you win. How about it?"

Yan was full of confidence and arrogance.

However.

Faced with this highly insulting proposal.

Lin Yuan only shook his head with extreme calm.

Seeing Lin Yuan shake his head, Yan and Xie Yue were stunned for a moment, and then the look of contempt on their faces grew even thicker.

The two of them assumed Lin Yuan was timid and afraid to accept the challenge.

Yan was just about to open his mouth again.

Lin Yuan's cold, clear voice rang out through the corridor first.

"No need to hold back."

"The two of you, come at me together."

"..."

As the words fell.

The air froze for a fleeting moment.

Yan and Xie Yue's eyes widened instantly, filled with extreme shock and astonishment.

They stared fixedly at the boy before them, who was several years younger than they were, feeling that this guy was arrogant to the point of insanity!

A beginner who didn't even have a spirit ring.

Dared to provoke two battle spirit masters who already possessed their first spirit rings to their faces!

And he wanted to take on both at once!

This wasn't confidence; this was purely asking for a beating!

"Good! Very good! Since you're looking for death yourself, don't blame us!"

Yan laughed in extreme anger, dangerous sparks of fire flickering in his eyes.

Xie Yue's face was as dark as water, and he coldly spat out a single word.

"Let's go, to the Martial Arts Arena!"

The group soon arrived at the vast, open-air Martial Arts Arena on the outer side of the Pope's Palace.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the hard bluestone floor, casting several long shadows.

Hu Liena stood at the edge of the arena, her hands twisted together nervously.

Although she knew Lin Yuan was strong, Yan and Xie Yue had already obtained their spirit rings, and their strength had undergone a qualitative leap; she couldn't help but feel some worry.

In the center of the Martial Arts Arena.

Yan and Xie Yue stood side by side, their battle intent rising to its peak.

Yan stretched his neck, which emitted a crisp cracking sound.

He pointed at Lin Yuan, who stood twenty paces away with his hands behind his back.

"Lin Yuan, let's get this straight first."

"Fists and feet have no eyes. If you get beaten to the ground later, don't go crying to the teacher to tattle!"

Xie Yue didn't speak, but his muscles were completely tensed, ready to attack at any moment.

Facing their clamoring.

Lin Yuan remained silent, his figure like an old pine tree rooted in place, not moving an inch.

"Attack!"

Following Yan's sharp shout.

The spirit power belonging to one-ring battle spirit masters within their bodies erupted instantly without reservation.

Dark red flames roared up, completely enveloping Yan's body, the high temperature scorching the surrounding air until it slightly distorted.

Two moon blades flickering with chilling light appeared out of thin air in Xie Yue's hands, their sharp edges exuding an aura capable of cutting through everything.

Immediately after.

Two bright yellow century-old spirit rings spiraled up from beneath their feet, pushing their momentum to a brand new height.

The pressure belonging to century-old spirit rings surged toward Lin Yuan like a tidal wave.

They prepared to unleash their strongest attacks directly, crushing this arrogant, ignorant brat in one blow.

However.

The moment they took their first step.

A tiny, barely visible ripple suddenly emanated from the body of Lin Yuan, who had been standing still.

The next second.

A sudden change occurred.

Centered on Lin Yuan, the vast area around him darkened without warning.

The light of the setting sun was swallowed up in an instant.

The temperature in the air plummeted to freezing, and a terrifying aura—extremely tragic, bloody, and filled with endless deathly silence—descended with a boom.

A Nine-Nether Slaughter God's Domain, manifesting in purple-black and interwoven with the truths of destruction and slaughter.

Quietly emerged.