"Third Brother, I'm coming to help you!"
Just then, a loud shout rang out from above.
Ma Hongjun had finally recovered. He beat the purple-red wings on his back and flew into the air.
He opened his mouth, and his Second Soul Ring lit up.
"Bathing Fire Phoenix! Phoenix Fire Line!"
A thick stream of purple-red flames shot straight toward Qin Feng.
He meant to work with Tang San and attack from both sides.
Watching from nearby, Zhu Zhuqing's face was still burning red, but a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.
"You lecher! You actually dared to grab my tail... Once you lose, I'll let you taste what it feels like to be torn apart by Hell Spirit Claw."
Facing their attack from front and back, above and below,
Qin Feng stood where he was. Not only did he make no attempt to dodge, he even laughed.
"Soul Bones?"
He looked at the things protruding from Tang San's back, like crab legs, his eyes full of disdain.
"You call those toothpicks? And you're showing them off?"
"Since you're so fond of Soul Bones, I'll open your eyes."
The instant the words left his mouth,
the clothes on Qin Feng's back silently crumbled into dust.
There was no sound of flesh being torn, only a roar that seemed to come from an ancient dragon, exploding in everyone's hearts.
Roar—
Two enormous bone wings suddenly unfurled behind Qin Feng.
They were no ordinary wings.
They were a crystalline white jade, every bone seemingly the most perfect work of art in all the world, shimmering with holy light.
Pale flames burned upon the wings.
It was Bone Spirit Cold Fire.
A perfect union of absolute cold and scorching heat.
With the appearance of those wings, the temperature throughout the Soul Fighting Arena plummeted.
Yet deep in everyone's soul, they felt a searing pain, as if they were being burned.
The Eight Spider Lances Tang San had always been so proud of looked like rotten branches before those wings, shabby and ugly.
The Phoenix Fire Line Ma Hongjun had spat out didn't even get within three meters of Qin Feng before the pale flames swallowed and assimilated it. Not even a spark remained.
Qin Feng gave his wings a light flap.
His body slowly rose into the air. Looking down from above, he seemed like a god gazing upon ants.
"He... He has Soul Bones too?!"
Zhu Zhuqing was completely dumbstruck.
Soul Bones were worth more than their weight in gold.
Among the Shrek Seven Devils, only Tang San had been lucky enough to obtain one.
Yet Qin Feng had one too?
And his looked countless times more powerful than Tang San's?
The Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hands nearly fell to the ground.
Tang San froze in midair, his confidence crumbling in an instant as he stared at those magnificently beautiful bone wings.
It was an overwhelming difference in the very level of their existences.
In the spectator stands,
Yu Xiaogang's jaw nearly dropped off.
"External Soul Bones... He has External Soul Bones too?!"
But he quickly realized something was wrong.
The aura emanating from those wings, that terrifying pressure—it couldn't have come from an ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Ning Fengzhi sprang to his feet, bringing his scepter down hard against the floor.
"That is..."
Even his voice trembled, despite his usual composure.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"
His words rang out like a thunderclap.
"What?! A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"
Dai Mubai had just managed to get back on his feet, but his legs went weak at the words and he fell again.
Xiao Wu's face had gone deathly pale. She understood better than anyone what a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone meant.
It meant that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had perished.
Yu Xiaogang had lost all ability to think. He kept muttering:
"This can't be... It isn't scientific..."
"The domineering power of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone—how could a human body withstand it? Even a Titled Douluo might not be able to absorb one directly!"
"What kind of monster is this Qin Feng? This completely defies theory!"
Inside the VIP box,
Xue Qinghe's golden pupils contracted sharply.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone..."
"The opportunity mentioned in the diary really does exist."
"The quality of these wings is even higher than any piece in my Angel Divine Set."
She stared at the figure in the air, who resembled a demon god, too shocked to put her feelings into words.
The crystalline white jade wings trembled gently in the air. Every flap sent rings of white ripples visibly spreading through the surroundings.
Qin Feng's feet left the ground as his body slowly rose, defying the laws of gravity.
At that moment, the roof of the Great Soul Arena seemed to draw closer to him.
The audience's necks ached from craning upward, but no one was willing to blink.
In this world, flight was a privilege reserved for Titled Douluos—or a specialty of the very few Soul Masters with flying Martial Souls.
The ability to fly through External Soul Bones was unheard of.
The greed and envy in the eyes of the powerful figures in the VIP seats nearly spilled over.
"Die!"
A shrill shout shattered the silence.
Ma Hongjun was now like a mad rooster. He didn't care how magnificent the other's wings were, or how terrifying their aura was.
All he knew was that he had to help Third Brother and help Shrek regain its honor.
Purple-red flames poured from his mouth: Phoenix Fire Line.
Although his Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul was impure and came with side effects, the heat of its flames was still unrivaled among Soul Masters of his rank. They were said to be a nascent form of Ultimate Fire.
Waves of heat surged toward Qin Feng in the air.
Qin Feng didn't even look directly at the flames.
He merely turned slightly, then casually swept his left wing forward as if shooing away a fly.
Whoosh—
Pale flames streaked with ghostly blue poured down with the sweep of his bone wing.
It was Bone Spirit Cold Fire.
It gave off no scorching heat. Instead, the moment it appeared, a thin layer of frost formed across the air above the entire arena.
The two flames met in midair.
There was no earthshaking explosion, no evenly matched struggle.
The purple-red flames Ma Hongjun had always been so proud of were like snowflakes falling into boiling oil. They vanished into the pale flames without making a sound.
"Th-this is impossible?!"
Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
His Martial Soul was a phoenix!
The king of all birds!
Playing with fire was a skill passed down through his bloodline. How could he lose to a pair of inexplicable bony wings?
But reality gave him no time to think.
After swallowing the Phoenix Fire Line, the pale flames continued onward, like a white snake, and instantly coiled around Ma Hongjun's plump body.
"Ah—!!"
A terrible scream rang across the arena.
Ma Hongjun rolled frantically on the ground.
The flames were too strange.
They were clearly fire, but when they touched his body, it felt as if ten-thousand-year-old ice were stabbing into his marrow, chilling him to the bone.
Yet the surface of his skin was unmistakably being burned and eaten away.
The torment of alternating ice and fire was more than the pampered, usually carefree boy could bear.