"Third Soul Skill, Spear of No Darkness!"
The moment he finished speaking, Long Yaochen moved.
He gripped the spear one-handed and stomped down. His entire body became a blazing-white afterimage, arriving before Wang Dong in an instant.
Wang Dong had not even seen his movement clearly before the spear shaft was already smashing toward her.
Too fast!
The pressure was even more terrifying than the Hell White Tiger from that morning.
More absurdly, as the spear approached, her Light Goddess Butterfly felt as though it had sunk into a swamp, unable to move.
She could not dodge...
Wang Dong's scalp tingled as she shouted, "Xiao Xiao!"
Purple-gold light surged along the edges of her butterfly wings, and her First Soul Skill, Butterfly Wing Guillotine, slashed toward the spearhead.
At the same time, Xiao Xiao activated the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron. Three massive cauldrons crashed down from the side, attempting to seal off Long Yaochen's path of attack.
Yet Long Yaochen merely twisted his wrist, changing his downward smash into a sweep.
The Spear of No Darkness swept out horizontally.
Boom—!
Before Wang Dong could even see what had happened, she felt an immense force strike her, sending her flying backward.
She slammed heavily into the arena floor. Even her martial soul was suppressed by that extreme radiance and automatically withdrew into her body.
At the same time, the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron was struck by the spear shaft.
Dong!
A muffled explosion rang out.
Xiao Xiao's face instantly turned pale. The three great cauldrons were forcibly knocked back several yards, trembling violently in midair.
"How is this possible..."
Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth and desperately stabilized her Soul Power.
Was this really a Soul Elder?
Wang Dong had only just recovered somewhat from her dizziness. Looking at the figure bathed in light, she felt as though she were staring directly at the blazing sun.
High strength, incredible speed, and he even fucking had a second life.
How the hell was she supposed to fight that?!
Wang Dong closed her eyes in despair.
At that moment, everyone in the stands held their breath.
Why... was there a sun on the arena?!
At the other end of the Soul Fighting Platform, Huo Yuhao's expression finally changed.
Something was wrong.
It should not have been like this.
This was not what Old Tang had said!
Was this also something Long Yaochen had stolen from him?
Huo Yuhao instinctively called out in his mind.
"Old Tang."
There was no response.
Huo Yuhao's heart sank.
"Old Tang?"
The depths of his Sea of Spirit were deathly silent.
That voice, usually gentle and composed, which had accompanied him through every day and night of the past three months and always seemed able to point him in the right direction, gave no response at all.
For the first time, Huo Yuhao panicked.
What he did not know was that, in the deepest part of his Sea of Spirit, that faint blue-gold figure was quietly watching Long Yaochen on the Soul Fighting Platform.
Old Tang... no, Tang San, fell silent.
This martial soul... had likely reached the god-tier level.
The solidity of this Soul Power was probably beyond even that of a Soul King.
No wonder this brat had earned Shrek's favor.
More importantly, Xiao Qi's relationship with him was far closer than Tang San had expected.
If he could gain control over Long Yaochen, his great plan for ten thousand years would become effortless!
That damned trash actually dared to masquerade as the Child of Destiny?
When Old Tang looked at Huo Yuhao again, his gaze had completely changed.
As soon as that thought arose, Tang San's eyes fell upon the Spear of No Darkness in Long Yaochen's hand.
The more he looked, the more something felt wrong.
No... this actually had Divinity?!
And it was Divinity he had never seen before!
Though it was extremely faint, its quality... actually made even him, a God King, feel somewhat inferior.
What kind of joke was this?
Had an Extraterrestrial Demon invaded the Douluo Plane?!
Old Tang's expression changed completely.
He had initially thought this was a better chess piece, but now... this was undoubtedly the greatest variable!
No, he had to find a way to contact his true body.
Just then, Long Yaochen suddenly stopped.
He raised his right hand and leaned slightly backward, his entire body resembling a fully drawn bow.
And the Spear of No Darkness in his hand was pointed directly at Huo Yuhao.
Every hair on Huo Yuhao's body stood on end.
At that moment, he realized that he could not even lift his foot.
Old Tang, save me!
Seeing Huo Yuhao standing there like an idiot without moving, Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth and recalled all three Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons.
The three great cauldrons stacked before Huo Yuhao in layers, forming a heavy defensive barrier.
At the same time, Long Yaochen released his grip.
The Spear of No Darkness flew from his hand, a blazing-white streak piercing across the Soul Fighting Platform.
Boom—!!!
An incomparably dazzling light exploded in an instant, like a miniature sun being born at the center of the arena. It was so blinding that countless students instinctively shut their eyes.
When the light faded, everyone saw that the three Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons were already covered in cracks before shattering with a thunderous crash.
Xiao Xiao's face was pale as paper. She let out a muffled groan and immediately fainted, collapsing to the ground.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Wang Dong had only barely pushed herself up from the ground when she cried out.
Huo Yuhao could not understand why, in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left.
Just as he stared at Long Yaochen and clenched several hidden weapons in his hand, preparing to throw them, that gentle voice finally sounded from the depths of his Sea of Spirit.
But this time, that voice carried a gravity Huo Yuhao had never heard before.
"Yuhao. Use the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike on him."
As though he had grasped his final lifeline, blue-gold light suddenly ignited in Huo Yuhao's eyes.
The sound of ocean tides rang out across the entire Soul Fighting Platform once more.
The vast spiritual tide that had shattered the Hell White Tiger that morning spread out behind Huo Yuhao again.
The spectators did not even dare blink.
Everyone recalled the scene from that morning.
That was an attack that had shattered the Hell White Tiger head-on!
Ma Xiaotao frowned and instinctively tightened her grip on the railing.
Zhang Lexuan also straightened slightly in her seat.
Yet at the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Long Yaochen's lips.
The instant the blue-gold spiritual tide swept toward him, the second purple Soul Ring beneath his feet finally lit up.
"Second Soul Skill, Sacred Armor of Radiant Sun."
Blazing golden radiance descended from between his brows, spreading down his neck and shoulders, across his chest, and along both arms before finally forming a sacred suit of armor as thin and translucent as glass.
The next instant, the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike slammed into him.
The invisible Spirit Shock washed over Long Yaochen like ocean waves.
Faced with the Spirit Shock powerful enough to destroy the Hell White Tiger, Long Yaochen merely stood there like a needle stabilizing the sea, utterly unmoving!
Even the hem of his clothes did not stir.
The entire arena fell silent.
Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted violently.
"How is this possible..."
He muttered, "How is this possible?! What kind of joke is this?!"
Long Yaochen raised his eyes and looked at him calmly. "Shattering a Hell White Tiger this morning seems to have given you some delusions you should not have had."
At that moment, the cold golden gleam in his eyes nearly filled his entire gaze.
He slowly raised his hand.
His third Soul Ring lit up once more.
Another blazing-white spear formed in his palm.
"Spiritual attack?" Long Yaochen's expression became indifferent, devoid of any human emotion. "Mere mortals wish to wound a god?"
Within the Sea of Spirit, Electrolux's deep voice sounded. "Yaochen, steady yourself."
The golden light in Long Yaochen's eyes immediately faded somewhat, and the faint smile returned to his lips.
Good thing Elder Yi was here...
This was why he had said beating Huo Yuhao was guaranteed.
His Sacred Armor of Radiant Sun.
It reduced physical and elemental damage by a fixed thirty percent and granted complete immunity to spiritual attacks below level twenty!
Huo Yuhao's face was deathly pale, yet he still refused to retreat. He forcibly mobilized his spiritual power, wanting to launch the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike again.
But the next instant, tearing pain exploded through his mind.
The blue-gold light in his Sea of Spirit trembled violently, unable to gather into form again.
Old Tang's voice rang out once more:
"Enough, Yuhao! Your spiritual power is not sufficient to interfere with reality continuously!
Concede. We will make a strategic retreat."
But Huo Yuhao seemed not to hear him. He stared fixedly at Long Yaochen as bloodshot veins gradually filled his eyes.
"No... I won't concede!"
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