External Soul Bone?! I Have One Too!

"Third Brother, I'm here to assist you!"

Just then, a loud shout echoed from the air.

Ma Hongjun had finally caught his breath, his purple-red wings flapping as he soared into mid-air.

He opened his mouth, and his second soul ring lit up.

"Bathing Fire Phoenix! Phoenix Fire Line!"

A thick stream of purple-red flame shot straight toward Qin Feng.

He intended to coordinate with Tang San to create a pincer attack.

Zhu Zhuqing watched this scene from the side; although her face was still burning red, a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes.

You lecher, daring to pinch my tail... Once you lose, I'll make you taste the feeling of being torn apart by the Hell Spirit Claw.

Facing the pincer attack from both front and back, above and below, Qin Feng stood his ground. Not only did he not dodge, he even laughed out loud.

"Soul Bone?"

He looked at the crab-leg-like appendages on Tang San's back, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You have the nerve to show off with these few toothpicks?"

"Since you like Soul Bones so much, I'll let you broaden your horizons."

The moment his words fell, the clothes on Qin Feng's back silently turned to dust.

There was no sound of flesh tearing, only a roar that seemed to come from an ancient dragon, exploding in everyone's hearts.

ROAR—

Two massive bone wings suddenly unfurled from Qin Feng's back.

They were no ordinary bone wings.

The entire structure possessed a crystalline, white jade luster, each bone appearing as the most perfect work of art in heaven and earth, shimmering with divine radiance.

And upon those bone wings, pale flames burned.

That was the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

A perfect fusion of extreme cold and extreme heat.

With the appearance of these bone wings, the temperature of the entire Soul Fighting Arena plummeted.

Yet, deep within everyone's souls, they felt a searing, agonizing pain.

Tang San's pride and joy, the Eight Spider Lances, looked as pathetic and ugly as withered branches meeting a peerless divine weapon in the presence of these bone wings.

The Phoenix Fire Line spat out by Ma Hongjun didn't even get within three meters of Qin Feng before it was swallowed and assimilated by the pale flames, leaving not even a spark behind.

Qin Feng flapped his wings gently.

His body slowly levitated, looking down from above like a god surveying ants.

"He... he also has a Soul Bone?!"

Zhu Zhuqing was completely stunned.

Things like Soul Bones were worth more than gold.

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, only Tang San had the heaven-defying luck to obtain one.

Yet this Qin Feng actually had one too?

And it looked countless times higher in grade than Tang San's?

The Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand nearly dropped to the ground.

Tang San froze in mid-air, staring at those incredibly magnificent bone wings, his confidence collapsing in an instant.

It was a crushing blow from a higher level of existence.

In the spectator stands, Yu Xiaogang's jaw nearly hit the floor.

"External Soul Bone... he actually has an External Soul Bone too?!"

But he quickly noticed something wrong.

The aura emanating from those bone wings, that terrifying pressure, was not something that could be produced by an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast.

Ning Fengzhi stood up abruptly, his staff slamming heavily against the ground.

"That is..."

Even he, who was always composed, had a trembling voice at this moment.

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

As these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap exploding.

"What?! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone!"

Dai Mubai had just climbed to his feet, but upon hearing this, his legs went weak and he collapsed once more.

Xiao Wu's face turned deathly pale; she understood better than anyone what a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone signified.

It meant that a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had fallen.

Yu Xiaogang had completely lost the ability to think, muttering incessantly:

"This is impossible... this is unscientific..."

"How could a human body possibly withstand the tyrannical power of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone? Even a Titled Douluo might not be able to absorb it directly!"

"What kind of monster is this Qin Feng? This completely defies all theory!"

In the VIP room.

Xue Qinghe's golden pupils constricted sharply.

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone..."

"The opportunity mentioned in the diary is true after all."

"The quality of these bone wings is even higher than any single piece of my Angel Divine Set."

She watched the figure in the air, who looked like a demon god, her shock beyond words.

The crystal-clear white jade bone wings trembled gently in the air; every flap sent visible white ripples oscillating through the surroundings.

Qin Feng's feet left the ground, his body rising slowly as if defying the laws of gravity.

At that moment, the dome of the Great Soul Arena seemed to draw a little closer to him.

The audience's necks grew sore from looking up, yet not a single person dared to blink.

In this world, flight was a privilege reserved for Titled Douluo, or the rare patent of soul masters possessing flight-type martial souls.

The flight ability granted by an External Soul Bone was something unheard of.

The greed and jealousy in the eyes of the big shots in the VIP seats were practically overflowing.

"Go to hell!"

A sharp, explosive shout shattered the silence.

Ma Hongjun was like a crazed wild chicken now; he didn't care how magnificent those bone wings were, nor did he care how terrifying the aura emanating from them was.

He only knew that he had to help his Third Brother and reclaim the honor of Shrek.

Purple-red flames gushed from his mouth—it was the Phoenix Fire Line.

Although his Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul carried side effects due to its impurity, the temperature of these flames was absolutely top-tier among soul masters of his level, touted as a prototype comparable to the Ultimate Fire.

Rolling heat waves surged directly toward Qin Feng in mid-air.

Qin Feng didn't even spare the fire line a glance.

He merely tilted his body slightly, and the left wing behind him swept forward casually, as if swatting away a fly.

Whoosh—

A pale flame streaked with ghostly blue poured down following the sweep of the bone wing.

It was Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

There was no scorching heat; instead, the moment it appeared, a thin layer of frost coated the air of the entire arena.

The two flames met in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there a stalemate.

Ma Hongjun's pride-and-joy purple-red flames were like snowflakes falling into boiling oil; they didn't even make a sound before being instantly devoured by the pale fire.

"This... how is this possible?!"

Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His martial soul was a phoenix!

The King of Birds!

Playing with fire was his ancestral craft; how could he lose to these inexplicable bone wings?

But reality gave him no time to ponder.

After devouring the Phoenix Fire Line, the pale flame lost none of its momentum, coiling around Ma Hongjun's round body like a white viper.

"Ah—!!"

A shrill, miserable scream echoed throughout the arena.

Ma Hongjun rolled frantically on the ground.

This flame was too bizarre.

It was clearly fire, yet burning on his body, it felt like ten-thousand-year black ice piercing into his marrow, cold enough to make him shiver.

Yet, the surface of his skin was being burned and festered in earnest.

The torture of ice and fire left the pampered fatty unable to endure it.