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A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear...

Either one of these appearing on the arena stage would be enough to cause a massive stir.

Yet, these two once-in-a-millennium anomalies have converged upon a single person.

While the crowd was filled with envy, they also cursed their own rotten luck under their breath.

Standing among a sea of Soul Grand Masters and a handful of Soul Elders, this Soul Ancestor possessed a unique martial soul bolstered by an incredibly powerful soul beast.

In a one-on-one fight, who could possibly be his match?

Furthermore, judging by his nonchalant demeanor, that last strike clearly wasn't his full strength.

Suddenly, a contestant in the crowd who had watched the entire ordeal could no longer hold back and cursed in a low voice:

"No way! Is his brain fried?!"

"With strength like that, why not take the back door instead of coming here to play with us bunch of noobs?"

"That Ning Ben is a tough guy who dared to wrestle a Millennium Violent Bear, yet he couldn't even withstand a casual strike from him."

"Great, now we have a Soul Ancestor who loves to bully the weak, who has the ability to go toe-to-toe with him?"

Without a doubt, these remarks instantly gained the agreement of the vast majority.

Discussions erupted in twos and threes immediately after.

In the blink of an eye, the spectator stands became a scene of lively commotion.

Only a few Soul Elder disciples wore grave expressions, secretly calculating in their hearts whether they could withstand a single strike from the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

However, no matter how they simulated the scenario or what trump cards they utilized.

They had no absolute certainty of victory.

In the end, they could only curse with dark expressions.

"Where on earth did this monster crawl out from! This is just bullying!"

On the other side, the shifting atmosphere at the edge of the arena did not escape the eyes of Ning Huan.

The powerful aura that had flickered in the shadows only made the corners of his mouth curl up, quite satisfied with his previous performance.

It was worth pouring resources into it, allowing it to break through from a century-level to a millennium-level in just over a year.

The power is indeed unexpectedly formidable.

Thinking of this, Ning Huan waved his hand to recall the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, then looked toward the deacon who was still standing there in a daze not far away.

"Referee, it's time to announce the result."

"Ah! Yes! Zone A, first match, Tianluo City's Ning Huan wins!"

But before he could finish, he saw the person in question turn and walk off the stage, showing no intention of giving him any face.

Fortunately, the scene that had just shocked everyone was too deeply etched in their minds.

So much so that the Soul Emperor referee felt not a shred of dissatisfaction, but instead thought that the person before him had an extraordinary personality.

Thus, he feigned composure, his gaze calmly watching Ning Huan slowly walk off the arena.

In his mind, he was instead constantly calculating how he could be the first to get on good terms with him.

He completely failed to notice the two contestants for the second match looking at him with extreme resentment.

Meanwhile, atop a pavilion on the main peak of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect...

"Uncle Sword, what do you think?"

"The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear is neither fully physical nor fully ethereal; I cannot discern the specifics."

"However, I suspect it must be a unique effect of his martial soul."

"Hmm..."

Listening to Sword Douluo's answer, which was tantamount to saying nothing, Ning Hao crossed his arms and walked slowly to the windowsill to gaze into the distance.

The intelligence reports neatly arranged on his desk last night flashed rapidly through his mind, a trace of inexplicable emotion flickering in his eyes.

[Spirit Bestowal Platform], is it?

Living in seclusion in a border city for six years, only to suddenly decide to return to the sect with such a proud posture.

Is there an ulterior motive, or is it...

"Father, is he the genius you spoke of?"

"Hmm? Yes, he is."

A youthful yet spirited voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, prompting Ning Hao to put his smile back on.

He then looked down at the curious blonde girl beside him.

"Tian'er, what if Father ordered him to become your follower?"

With that, he stared at his favorite youngest daughter, eagerly awaiting her answer.

"Absolutely not!"

The blunt refusal left Ning Hao feeling somewhat surprised, and the three Titled Douluo patrons standing silently behind him also wore expressions of astonishment.

"Can you tell me why?"

"Feng'er cannot defeat him! If the fight drags on, it will affect the reputation of the main lineage!"

"Hiss!"

Sword Douluo and the other two drew a sharp breath, looking at Ning Tian as if they had seen some kind of monster.

The words of admonition that should have been on their lips vanished in an instant, and they no longer felt any worry for the future of the sect.

This girl, her cleverness is no less than her father's!

Ning Hao, meanwhile, laughed heartily, leaving others unable to discern whether he was satisfied with this answer.

Was he satisfied?

Of course!

A person's greatest virtue is self-awareness.

Ning Huan was indeed not someone Ning Tian could control.

But then again, his own daughter's answer also revealed the upper limits of her ability and ambition.

She had enough to hold the fort, but lacked the drive to forge ahead.

If she could not firmly bind Ning Huan to the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect...

At this moment, Ning Hao felt grateful for the first time that he had such a precious daughter.

When facing a genius "comparable" to the Light and Dark Twin Holy Dragons, she would not be left completely helpless.

There is still time, no need to rush.

"Very well, then it shall be as you wish."

"Thank you, Father."

Only nine years of age, Ning Tian replied softly, her pale golden eyes gazing toward the arena with even greater curiosity.

"Match seven of the A-block, Ning Huan of Tianluo City versus Ning Younao of Hunbei City."

"Match thirteen of the A-block, Ning Huan of Tianluo City versus..."

"Match twenty-one of the A-block..."

"Match thirty-three of the A-block..."

"A-block..."

Ning Huan: "..."

What the hell!

Is there something wrong with Ning Hao?

Does he have to pick on one person to torment?

Everyone else gets into the round of thirty-two after three matches, yet I haven't even qualified after five.

This targeting is way too obvious!

Seeming to sense Ning Huan's surging annoyance, the Soul Emperor referee felt a jolt of panic.

Seeing that the eliminations were complete, he immediately disregarded the order from above to make him fight more matches.

He took the jade token representing the round of sixty-four from his chest and hurriedly shouted aloud.

"Ning Huan of the A-block is qualified!"

"Hmph!"

Ning Huan feigned a sour expression as he snatched the token.

He then jumped off the arena without a word and walked alone toward the exit under the gaze of the crowd.

His expression remained cold and indifferent the entire time.

Seeing this, the Soul Emperor referee felt his vision go black, as if his future had suddenly turned dim.

Looking back at the spectators, the silent crowd had long since become too numb to even offer a cheer.

They all sat blankly in their seats, contemplating life.

Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, Blazing Vajra, Man Faced Demon Spider, Saber-Toothed Thunder Tiger...

Every creature Ning Huan summoned was a rare soul beast recorded as having immense combat power.

They were simply not existences that ordinary soul masters could rival.

"Tsk tsk, this kid's martial soul is interesting."

Wind Douluo said leisurely, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Perhaps Shield Defender is right; this brat might truly have some ulterior motive."

Sword Douluo's sword-like brows lifted slightly upon hearing this, his soul power faintly surging around him.

It looked as though he would draw his blade and storm the gates the moment the Sect Master gave the order.

"Uncle Feng, Uncle Sword, do not panic. If my guess is correct..."

As he spoke, Ning Hao produced several intelligence reports and handed them to those present.

"Forming a contract using the remains of soul beasts and unknown conditions."

"Then, using one's own soul power to summon the corresponding spirit body to unleash one hundred percent of its strength."

"That is the true ability of the martial soul [Spirit Bestowal Platform]!"

Sword Douluo, Uncle Feng, Shield Defender: "What?!"

Ning Tian: "How amazing!"