Blazing Sun Descends

"Third Soul Skill, Spear of No Darkness!"

As the words fell, Long Yaochen moved.

He gripped the spear with one hand and stomped his foot, his entire body transforming into a searing white afterimage, instantly appearing before Wang Dong.

Wang Dong hadn't even seen the movement clearly before the spear shaft came crashing toward her.

Too fast!

The sense of oppression was even more terrifying than the Hell White Tiger from this morning.

What was even more outrageous was that as this spear approached, her Radiant Goddess Butterfly felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire, struggling to move.

Can't dodge it...

Wang Dong's scalp tingled as she let out a low shout: "Xiao Xiao!"

Following this, the purple-gold light on the edges of her butterfly wings surged, and her first soul skill, Butterfly Wing Guillotine, slashed toward the spear tip.

At the same time, Xiao Xiao activated the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, and the three massive cauldrons crashed down from the side, attempting to seal off Long Yaochen's path of attack.

However, Long Yaochen merely flicked his wrist, changing the strike from a smash to a sweep.

The Spear of No Darkness swept out horizontally.

BOOM—!

Before Wang Dong could even see clearly, she felt herself struck by a massive force, sent flying backward by the impact.

She slammed heavily onto the arena floor, her martial soul suppressed by that extreme radiance and forced to retract back into her body.

Simultaneously, the Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron was also struck by the spear shaft.

DONG!

A dull, thunderous sound exploded.

Xiao Xiao's face turned pale instantly; the three massive cauldrons were forcibly knocked back several meters, trembling violently in mid-air.

"How is this possible..."

Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth, desperately trying to stabilize her soul power.

Is he really just a Soul Elder?

Wang Dong had just begun to recover from the dizziness, and looking at that figure bathed in light, she felt as if she were staring directly into a scorching sun.

High power, high speed, and he even has a second life.

How the hell are we supposed to fight this!

Wang Dong closed her eyes in despair.

In the stands, everyone held their breath.

Why... has a sun appeared on the arena?!

On the other side of the soul fighting arena, Huo Yuhao's expression finally changed.

Something is wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

This is not what Old Tang said!

Is this also something Long Yaochen snatched from him?

Huo Yuhao subconsciously called out in his heart.

"Old Tang."

No response.

Huo Yuhao's heart sank.

"Old Tang?"

Deep within his Sea of Spirit, there was only dead silence.

That voice, usually gentle and composed, the one that had accompanied him through countless days and nights over the past three months, the one that seemed to always point him in the right direction, offered no response at this moment.

For the first time, Huo Yuhao panicked.

What he didn't know was that in the deepest part of his Sea of Spirit, a blue-gold light silhouette was quietly watching Long Yaochen on the arena.

Old Tang... no, Tang San remained silent.

This martial soul... it has likely already touched the god-level tier.

The density of this soul power is something even a Soul King couldn't compare to, right?

No wonder this kid could receive the favor of Shrek.

More importantly, the relationship between Xiao Qi and him is far closer than he had anticipated.

If he could control Long Yaochen, then his ten-thousand-year grand plan would be as easy as turning over one's hand!

Detestable trash, how dare you pose as the Child of Destiny?

When Old Tang looked at Huo Yuhao again, his gaze had completely changed.

As this thought surfaced, Tang San's eyes fell upon the Spear of No Darkness in Long Yaochen's hand.

The more he looked, the more wrong it felt.

No... this actually possessed divinity?!

It was even a type of divinity he had never seen before!

Although it was faint, its quality... actually made even him, a God King, feel inferior.

Are you kidding me?

Has an Extraterrestrial Demon invaded the Douluo Plane?!

Old Tang's expression shifted entirely.

He had originally thought this was just a better chess piece, but now it seemed... this was absolutely the greatest variable!

No, he had to find a way to contact his true self.

Just then, Long Yaochen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He raised his right hand and leaned his body slightly, his entire frame resembling a fully drawn bow.

And the Spear of No Darkness in his hand pointed directly at Huo Yuhao.

Every hair on Huo Yuhao's body stood on end.

In that moment, he realized he couldn't even lift his feet.

Old Tang, help me out!

Seeing Huo Yuhao standing there motionless as if stunned, Xiao Xiao gritted her teeth and recalled all three Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons.

The three great cauldrons stacked layer by layer in front of Huo Yuhao, forming a heavy line of defense.

At the same time, Long Yaochen released his grip.

The Spear of No Darkness flew from his hand, a blazing white stream of light piercing through the soul fighting arena.

BOOM--!!!

An incredibly dazzling light exploded instantly, as if a miniature sun had been born in the center of the arena, forcing countless students to instinctively close their eyes.

When the light dissipated, everyone saw that the three Soul-Suppressing Cauldrons were covered in cracks before shattering with a thunderous crash.

Xiao Xiao's face turned pale as paper, and after a muffled groan, she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Xiao Xiao!"

Wang Dong had just managed to push herself up from the ground when she cried out in alarm.

Huo Yuhao couldn't understand why, in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left.

Just as he stared fixedly at Long Yaochen, clutching hidden weapons in his hands ready to throw, that gentle voice finally resonated from the depths of his Sea of Spirit.

Only this time, the voice carried a hint of gravity Huo Yuhao had never heard before.

"Yuhao. Use the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike on him."

Huo Yuhao felt as if he had grasped a final straw, and blue-gold light ignited in the depths of his eyes.

Across the entire soul fighting arena, the sound of ocean tides rose once more.

The vast wave of spirit power that had crushed the Hell White Tiger that morning spread out from behind Huo Yuhao once again.

The crowd in the stands didn't even dare to blink.

Everyone remembered the scene from that morning.

That was the strike that had shattered the Hell White Tiger head-on!

Ma Xiaotao frowned, her hands instinctively tightening around the railing.

Zhang Lexuan also sat up slightly.

Yet in the center of the arena, a faint smile curled the corners of Long Yaochen's lips.

The moment the blue-gold spirit wave surged toward him, the second purple soul ring at his feet finally lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Sacred Armor of Radiant Sun."

Blazing golden radiance descended from between his brows, flowing down his shoulders, neck, chest, and arms, eventually forming a layer of sacred armor as thin as glaze.

The next instant, the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike slammed into him.

The invisible Spirit Shock washed over Long Yaochen like a tidal wave.

Facing the Spirit Shock capable of crushing the Hell White Tiger, Long Yaochen simply stood his ground, as immovable as a needle pinning the sea!

Not even the hem of his clothes was ruffled.

The entire arena fell into dead silence.

Huo Yuhao's pupils contracted violently.

"How is this possible..."

He muttered aloud, "How is this possible?! Are you kidding me?!"

Long Yaochen raised his eyes, looking at him calmly as he spoke, "Shattering a Hell White Tiger this morning seems to have given you some delusions you shouldn't have."

At this moment, the cold golden light in his eyes nearly occupied his entire sockets.

He slowly raised his hand.

His third soul ring lit up once again.

Another blazing white spear took form in his palm.

"A mental attack?" The expression on Long Yaochen's face turned indifferent, devoid of any human emotion, "A mortal dares to harm a god?"

Within the Sea of Spirit, the voice of Electrolux sounded low, "Little Chen, steady yourself."

The golden light in Long Yaochen's eyes faded slightly, and the faint smile returned to the corners of his lips.

It's a good thing I have Old Electrolux...

This was the reason he said he was guaranteed to win against Huo Yuhao.

His Sacred Armor of Radiant Sun.

It provided a fixed thirty percent reduction to physical and elemental damage, and one hundred percent immunity to mental attacks from those within twenty levels!

Huo Yuhao's face turned deathly pale, yet he refused to retreat, forcibly driving his spiritual power to launch the Vast Sea Soul-Suppressing Strike once more.

But the next instant, a tearing pain shot through his brain.

The blue-gold light within his Sea of Spirit trembled violently, unable to coalesce into form any longer.

Old Tang's voice sounded once again:

"Enough, Yuhao! Your spiritual power is not yet sufficient to interfere with reality consecutively!

Admit defeat, we are making a strategic retreat."

But Huo Yuhao seemed not to hear him, staring fixedly at Long Yaochen as bloodshot veins crept across his eyes bit by bit.

"No... I won't admit defeat!"