Old Man, It's Time for You to Abdicate.

The Heaven Dou Emperor's expression turned grim.

How many years had it been since anyone dared to be so insolent in his presence?

A young woman, calling him an "old geezer" right to his face.

She was even forcing a coup to change the dynasty, demanding he abdicate.

It was utterly arrogant.

"Insolence!"

A furious roar exploded from outside the hall.

Three figures, wreathed in violent fluctuations of soul power, swept into the throne room—

The Sky Vulture Elder Xue Tianjiu, the Lionheart Elder Leon, and the Silver Spear Elder Lin Shuang.

All three were Soul Douluos above level 80, their eight rings fully unleashed, various colors of soul rings churning around their bodies.

Following closely behind, the clattering sound of armor filled the air.

The Palace Guard Captain Zhao Tieyi charged in holding a massive shield, followed by hundreds of palace guards.

Blades were drawn, shields were locked into formation, and they surrounded the hall entrance layer upon layer.

The Royal Knight Commander Xue Jianfeng pointed his long spear toward the ground, leading dozens of knights to flank from the sides.

Inside the hall, the nobles scrambled backward, hiding on either side of the throne.

The courtiers turned deathly pale, at a complete loss for what to do.

Yan Lingji stood in the center of the hall, followed by two identical clones.

Xiaomeng's ink-wash dress swayed gently; she stood quietly to the side, her Qiuli Sword still sheathed.

"How dare you cause chaos in the Heaven Dou Imperial City! You are courting death!"

Zhao Tieyi roared, slamming his massive shield into the ground with a boom that shattered the stone floor.

"Take them!"

He swung his long sword, and over a hundred guards shouted in unison, advancing with blades and spears, pressing in on Yan Lingji from all directions.

Yan Lingji did not move.

The corners of her lips curled into a beaming smile.

And then—

She released her martial soul.

Six soul rings rose from beneath her feet, pulsing rhythmically.

Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Black.

All six soul rings were black.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

"Six... a six-ringed Soul Emperor?"

A noble's eyes widened, his lips trembling.

"The first four... are all ten-thousand-year soul rings?!"

"What kind of joke is this?!"

"The iron rule of the continent for tens of thousands of years: the first ring is a hundred-year yellow, the second is a hundred-year yellow, the third and fourth are thousand-year purples, and only the fifth starts the ten-thousand-year black—"

"Her first ring is black! Even her sixth ring is black!"

"This is impossible!"

The hall erupted in chaos.

Even the three Elders, experienced and knowledgeable as they were, felt their pupils constrict.

Xue Tianjiu's white hair and beard trembled violently: "Ten-thousand-year soul rings? A six-ringed Soul Emperor? This rebel's configuration... is even more absurd than a Titled Douluo!"

Leon said in a deep voice: "Forget her configuration, take her down first!"

Yan Lingji ignored their shock.

She raised her hand, blue flames dancing at her fingertips, and directly activated her martial soul.

In an instant, A massive, snow-white Nine-Tailed Sky Fox appeared above her head.

Basic stats, overall enhancement.

"First Soul Skill—Flame Spirit Possession."

All attributes increased by 200%, adds 100% fire damage, soul power consumption reduced by 20%.

"Second Soul Skill—Phantom Dream Eye."

All attributes +100%, mental-type attack power increased by 150%.

"Third Soul Skill—Force Field Suppression."

All attributes +100%. Soul power consumption reduced by 30%.

An invisible force field radiated from her—Force Field Suppression. Enemies within dozens of meters around her suffered a 50% reduction in speed, attack power, and reaction time across the board.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Heaven-Burning Layers."

All attributes +150%, mental damage reduction 80%.

The passive effect of Heaven-Burning Layers quietly took hold—each attack would stack fire poison onto the enemy, layer upon layer, until it detonated.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Fire Qilin Fox Cry."

All attributes +150%, mental attack consumption reduced by 50%.

A flash of golden light.

Dominator Body: Immovable Wisdom King, immune to all crowd control effects and damage reduction.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Celestial Fox Nine Thoughts."

Her aura surged once more.

All attributes +250%, mental power +300%.

Celestial Fox Nine Thoughts manifested a clone, which then rapidly merged back into Yan Lingji's body, allowing her to gain the skill's amplification without consuming soul power.

Six soul ring skills, all activated.

Base total attribute amplification: 950%.

Combined with Jiang Ce's fivefold amplification—1450%.

Yan Lingji's momentum erupted like a volcanic explosion.

The temperature of the entire hall soared, the air distorted, and the edges of the red carpet began to char.

Even the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox phantom above Yan Lingji's head grew more than ten times in size.

Those deep blue eyes stared fixedly at the entire hall.

A terrifying pressure radiated outward.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

They truly had not expected that a mere six-ring Soul Emperor, upon activating all soul skill amplifications, could have an aura become this terrifying.

Even a Soul Douluo could not compare to this.

"Quick! Don't let her continue!"

Xue Tianjiu was practically numb.

Who could possibly inflate their aura like this?

He roared, his eight soul rings spinning wildly behind him as his seventh soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Sky Vulture True Form!"

A giant Sky Vulture with a wingspan exceeding ten meters suddenly emerged.

Its dark golden wings flapped, howling gales whistled, and it dove straight at Yan Lingji.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Thunder Lion True Form!"

Leon roared, and a five-meter-long giant Thunder Lion, with electric arcs leaping between its golden mane, charged in from the side with a roar.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Silver Spear True Form!"

The Silver Spear martial soul in Lin Shuang's hand grew even larger, transforming into a streak of silver-white light with a dragon head phantom coalescing at the tip, thrusting toward Yan Lingji's back.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Iron Wall True Form!"

Zhao Tieyi held a giant shield, resembling a three-meter-tall mobile fortress; his right arm fused with the shield as he charged head-on at Yan Lingji.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Dragon Spear True Form!"

Xue Jianfeng charged with his spear, a dragon head phantom roaring at the tip, thrusting directly at Yan Lingji's flank.

Five attacks, from different directions, struck simultaneously.

The Vulture's claws, the Thunder Lion's lightning, the Silver Spear's piercing, the Iron Wall's collision, and the Dragon Spear's formation-breaking strike.

Each one was a full-force blow at the Soul Saint or even Soul Douluo level.

The nobles covered their eyes in terror.

However—

A cold sneer touched the corner of Yan Lingji's mouth.

"What truly... fragile attacks."

She raised her hand, and a pitch-black Venom sword coalesced in her palm.

Deep blue flames suddenly ignited upon the blade.

Sun-Eroding Sword Technique—Seventh Form.

Light of the Setting Sun.

Yan Lingji pointed her sword toward the heavens, and a phantom of a scorching sun emerged at the tip of her blade.

The sun blazed, casting light for ten thousand leagues.

In an instant.

The scorching sun transformed into a terrifying sword intent.

The air solidified in its wake.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only this single strike remained.

The heaven-shaking sword intent tore through the air.

Flames surged forth like a tidal wave, colliding head-on with the five incoming attacks.

BOOM—!

The entire great hall shuddered violently.

The massive pillars supporting the dome cracked from the shockwave, sending gravel raining down.

The red carpet ignited, tongues of fire spreading rapidly.

Amidst the terrifying roar of the explosion, five figures were sent flying backward like kites with severed strings.

They crashed into the walls with a thunderous rumble, their armor and weapons shattering!

They vomited blood!

A single strike.

Three Spirit Douluos, two high-level Spirit Saints.

All of them collapsed to the ground.

Severely wounded!

They coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

The great hall fell into a deathly silence.

Every noble, courtier, and guard stood frozen in place, staring at the nonchalant Yan Lingji in utter disbelief.

"Ho... how is this possible..."

"One strike... she defeated three venerated elders with one strike?"

"What... what kind of monster is she?"

The Heaven Dou Emperor's expression turned ghastly.

These three elders were his final trump card.

Three Spirit Douluos above level eighty, yet even when joining forces, they couldn't withstand a single sword strike from her.

This woman—

She was too terrifying.

"Do not panic! All of you, fall back! Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Zhao Tieyi struggled to his feet, roaring as he commanded the guards.

Clatter—!

[Duanmu Rong guards the building.]