On the other side, Tang Ya watched Su Chen easily dodge the Red-Winged Dragon's ambush. She froze for a moment, then delight flashed in her eyes. Fighting through her weakness, she hurriedly said to Bei Bei, "Bei Bei, quick, help him! We're the ones who lured the Soul Beast here. We can't let an innocent person get hurt!"
Bei Bei nodded. The Dragon Transformation of his right arm deepened, and blue arcs of electricity crackled more fiercely between his scales. "I know. Xiao Ya, step back and recover your Soul Power."
However, before Bei Bei could act, Su Chen had already moved.
Since things had come to this, he wanted to test the extent of his current strength.
Su Chen stopped deliberately suppressing his aura. A sacred, imposing presence burst from him with a roar! The pressure was almost tangible, as if the air around them had frozen.
"Whoosh—!"
Six enormous, immaculate white wings unfurled fully behind him. A faint golden radiance flowed across every feather. With a wingspan of more than six meters, they made him look like a god descended from the heavens.
At the same time, a long sword wreathed in golden flames appeared out of thin air in his right hand. The blade was four feet long and gleamed gold from tip to hilt. Exquisite angel-wing patterns adorned its grip, and cold light shimmered along its edge. It was the Angel Holy Sword rewarded by the system.
Next, two Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet, slowly pulsing.
One deep purple, one pale purple.
Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
This was, of course, the effect of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm disguising them with its Simulation Soul Skill. After all, if Su Chen revealed the shocking golden Million-Year Soul Ring outright, it would probably scare Tang Ya and Bei Bei half to death—and might even attract unnecessary trouble.
Even so, the instant those two purple Soul Rings appeared, Bei Bei and Tang Ya were utterly dumbfounded.
"Wha...what?!" Bei Bei's pupils shrank to pinpricks, and his voice pitched up. "A Thousand-Year Soul Ring as your First Soul Ring?! How is that possible?!"
Even at Shrek Academy, a place teeming with geniuses, he had never heard of anyone absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as their First Soul Ring! According to common knowledge in the Soul Master World, the limit for a First Soul Ring was 423 years, a Second Soul Ring could last a little over 700 years, and a Third Soul Ring couldn't exceed 2,000... These were ironclad rules, verified through the lives of countless generations of Soul Masters!
Yet this young man, who looked even younger than Bei Bei, had a pale purple First Soul Ring. Judging by its color, it had to be at least 2,000 years old! His deep purple Second Soul Ring had to be more than 3,000 years old!
"Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings... a Soul Grandmaster..." Tang Ya covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief. "This... this has shattered everything the Soul Master World knows..."
But what came next was even more shocking.
When Su Chen fully unleashed the might of his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, its pure, exalted, sacred presence seemed capable of cleansing every evil thing in the world. Bei Bei and Tang Ya cried out almost in unison:
"The Six-Winged Angel?!"
Bei Bei's expression changed completely. As a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he knew all too well what this Martial Soul meant: the supreme legacy of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago, the bloodline of Qian Renxue, the Angel God! This Martial Soul had been absent from the Douluo Continent for nearly ten thousand years!
Tang Ya was completely stunned, too. It was the symbol of Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, the legacy Martial Soul of Qian Renxue, the Angel God! This supreme Martial Soul had supposedly died out with the fall of Spirit Hall. And now it had appeared again—within a Soul Grandmaster, no less? And in a stunningly handsome young man?
The Red-Winged Dragon sensed an unprecedented threat, too. It stared fixedly at Su Chen, a flicker of apprehension crossing its scarlet eyes. Animal instinct told it that this seemingly tiny human contained power enough to threaten its life.
But it was a five-thousand-year-old subspecies of dragon, after all. Its ferocity soon overpowered its fear.
"Roar—!"
The Red-Winged Dragon roared again and beat all four wings, its enormous body lunging at Su Chen once more! This time, red flames ignited across its dark-red-scaled claws. The air around them warped from the heat.
"Look out!" Bei Bei shouted a warning.
Su Chen remained composed. He didn't even move his feet, merely raising the Angel Holy Sword in his hand.
His First Soul Ring—a purple ring—flared brilliantly!
"First Soul Skill! Holy Light Slash!"
Su Chen's voice was calm and even, but the Angel Holy Sword in his hand burst into dazzling golden light. Its brilliance was blinding, sacred, and imposing, and an aura that could cleanse all things spread through the air.
He simply swung the sword forward.
A three-meter-long, crescent-shaped golden blade of light flew from it. The air hissed wherever it passed.
The Red-Winged Dragon's flaming claws collided head-on with the golden blade of light!
"Boom—!!!"
Amid a deafening explosion, golden and scarlet light tangled and devoured each other. But after only a second, the golden blade tore through the red flames with overwhelming force, then—
"Thud! Thud!"
Two muffled sounds rang out as the blade bit into flesh.
The Red-Winged Dragon's flaming claws, powerful enough to rip through steel, were severed cleanly at the roots! Dark red blood sprayed out, sizzling and smoking as it hit the ground.
"Graaah—!!!"
The Red-Winged Dragon let out a scream of agony. Its enormous body writhed wildly from the pain, blood gushing from its severed claws.
Silence.
A dead silence.
Bei Bei stood rooted to the spot, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks, disbelief written across his face. He knew exactly how terrifying the Red-Winged Dragon's strength and defenses were. He was a Soul Elder of level thirty-four, and even a full-strength strike with his Third Soul Skill, Thunder Fury, could barely leave a deep mark on its scales.
Yet this young man named Su Chen was only a Soul Grandmaster, and his First Soul Skill had actually... severed both the Red-Winged Dragon's claws?!
"This strength... it's simply unbelievable!" A storm raged in Bei Bei's heart. "Even the Soul Ancestor seniors in Shrek Inner Court might not be able to do it so cleanly... Is he really a Soul Grandmaster?"
Tang Ya was just as dumbfounded, her little mouth forming an O. She looked from the Red-Winged Dragon writhing in pain to Su Chen, calm as ever with his golden holy sword in hand, her mind in turmoil.
"This handsome young man... is actually this strong?" Tang Ya silently exclaimed. "He's just a Soul Grandmaster, and he can beat a Soul Beast that Bei Bei and I couldn't beat together... That's way too outrageous! Strong and handsome, too..."
A thought slipped uncontrollably into her mind: He's better than Bei Bei in both looks and strength... If only I could get this handsome young man to join the Tang Sect... or become my...
At that thought, Tang Ya's face flushed bright red. She quickly shook her head and muttered, "No, no! Tang Ya, what are you thinking? The Six-Winged Angel was an enemy of the Tang Sect ten thousand years ago..."
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