Ants!

The Nine-Nether Slaughter God's Domain descended.

The purple-black radiance was no longer a faint ripple, but a tide of substance that instantly swallowed the entire open-air Martial Arts Arena.

Light was devoured with extreme tyranny, leaving the entire area in profound gloom.

That intense, death-saturated pressure clamped down on the flow of the surrounding space.

Even the dust on the ground was pinned firmly in place by this force, unable to stir in the slightest.

Yan, standing at the center of the domain, felt as if two towering mountains had suddenly crashed down upon his shoulders.

He heard the creaking of his own bones under the immense weight, and his breathing rhythm fell into complete disarray.

The dark red flames burning fiercely around his body were instantly suppressed by this purple-black halo, flickering like a candle in the wind, nearly extinguished.

The firelight was forcibly compressed to within an inch of his skin.

"What kind of evil trick is this!"

Yan roared, pushing the soul power of his one-ring Soul Master status to the limit, attempting to use brute force to break free from this terrifying restraint.

The bright yellow century-level soul ring shone brilliantly, its halo pulsing violently.

He stomped his foot heavily onto the bluestone floor, using the recoil to launch himself into the air.

The high temperature of his flames caused the air around him to crackle and pop, heat waves rolling outward.

Yan clenched his flaming right fist, muscles bulging, and swung it viciously toward Lin Yuan's face.

He believed that this punch would shatter the bones of even a thick-skinned, adult century-level soul beast.

From Yan's perspective, he had unleashed the greatest speed and power of his life.

But in Lin Yuan's eyes, it was all utterly laughable.

Under the suppression of the Nine-Nether Slaughter God's Domain, Yan's speed was slowed down countless times over.

The flow of air, the circulation of soul power, and even the contraction of every pore on Yan's face were captured with extreme precision by Lin Yuan.

"..."

Lin Yuan watched Yan's fist, its trajectory appearing to him like the slow-motion movements of an old man.

He had no intention of using his martial soul at all.

Lin Yuan kept his hands behind his back, his expression devoid of any ripples, and merely took a casual half-step to the left.

The punch, carrying its scorching air currents, brushed past the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes and struck empty air, failing to even graze him with a single spark.

With his strike missing, Yan's body tilted forward uncontrollably due to momentum, leaving his defenses wide open.

Lin Yuan raised his right leg, devoid of any flashy soul power radiance.

He relied purely on the terrifying physical strength tempered by his Nine Nether Beast bloodline.

He kicked cleanly and decisively against the side of Yan's knee.

Crack!

Accompanied by a dull sound of bone displacement, the immense force surged directly through Yan's entire right leg.

This power destroyed his point of leverage with unstoppable force.

The intense pain instantly drained all of Yan's strength.

He let out a miserable howl, his right leg went completely limp, and he collapsed heavily onto the hard bluestone floor.

The massive impact caused fine, spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the ground.

Stone fragments flew, striking the nearby pillars.

Yan clutched his knee, sweating profusely from the pain, his features twisted together, unable to stand for a long time.

"How is this possible..."

Standing in the back, Xie Yue saw this scene, his heart pounding wildly.

Cold sweat dripped down his temples.

He hadn't seen how Lin Yuan dodged, nor had he seen how that kick was delivered.

In just one exchange, Yan, who had already obtained a century-level soul ring and greatly increased his strength, had been brought to his knees so decisively.

"Yan!"

Xie Yue shouted, a flash of ferocity in his eyes.

He did not choose to retreat; instead, he poured his soul power frantically into the Moon Blades gripped in his hands.

The two sharp Moon Blades erupted with a blinding silver-white light.

As the light flickered, it sliced through the surrounding air, creating a sharp, whistling sound.

With his century-level soul ring spinning wildly beneath his feet, Xie Yue transformed into a streak of silver light.

He leaped up, pouncing on Lin Yuan from the side.

This was a true combat killing move, leaving no room for error, aiming for a single, decisive strike.

Lin Yuan turned his head, watching the gleaming blade edge rapidly enlarge within his field of vision.

He did not even blink, nor did he make any move to dodge.

Lin Yuan merely straightened his back slightly, releasing a highly restrained sliver of the Nine Nether Beast bloodline aura suppressed within his body.

As a top-tier ferocious beast belonging to the Shrouding the Heavens worldview, even the leakage of a mere sliver of its aura was something no Soul Master on the Douluo Continent could withstand.

A pressure of pure, extreme ferocity followed the purple-black ripples of the domain, slamming fiercely into Xie Yue's mental world.

Xie Yue's charging body jolted violently; his eyes widened abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply.

In his perception, the Lin Yuan before him was no longer a six-year-old boy with black hair.

He was a world-ending behemoth awakened from an ancient hell, its head brushing the firmament and its feet treading upon the Nine Nethers.

This behemoth was gazing at him, a mere ant, with cold, indifferent eyes capable of crushing the heavens.

That terrifying aura, capable of destroying the world and devouring all things, gripped Xie Yue's heart like an invisible giant hand.

Xie Yue's movements froze instantly in mid-air, and the Moon Blade held high could not descend even an inch further.

His entire body felt as if it had been cast in concrete; aside from his eyelids, which were trembling wildly from fear, he could not move a single finger.

Lin Yuan looked at the frozen Xie Yue and raised his right hand directly.

No Soul Ring skills were needed, nor were any flashy techniques required.

With his five fingers curled into a fist, accompanied by a low whistling sound of breaking air, he struck.

Lin Yuan punched Xie Yue squarely in the chest without any pretense.

Bang!

A dull sound of impact echoed throughout the Martial Arts Arena.

Xie Yue's taut body became like a kite with a broken string, instantly losing all resistance.

His feet left the ground as he traced a long parabola through the air.

The force of this punch was immense, sending Xie Yue flying back for dozens of meters.

He crashed through two thick wooden fences at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena before slamming heavily onto the ground.

Wood splinters flew everywhere.

The Moon Blade slipped from his hand, hitting the floor with a crisp clatter.

Xie Yue clutched his chest, a painful retching sound escaping his throat.

His internal organs were churning, and he could not catch his breath for a long time.

"!!!"

Hu Liena, standing on the sidelines, was already stunned into a stupor.

Her small hands were pressed tightly over her mouth, her gasp of shock stuck in her throat.

Her large eyes were wide with disbelief.

Only two moves.

Without even releasing his Martial Soul, nor using a single glimmer of soul power.

Two one-ring Battle Soul Masters, both possessing century-level Soul Rings, had been beaten until they had no power to parry, as fragile as three-year-old children.

However, Yan and Xie Yue were, after all, the Golden Generation cultivated by the Martial Soul Hall with all its might; the arrogance in their bones was not so easily shattered.

Yan, kneeling on the ground, gritted his teeth tightly, enduring the piercing pain in his knees.

Supporting himself with both hands on the ground, he stumbled to his feet.