God-Bestowed Soul Ring!

Under the incredulous and even horrified gaze of Tie Bi, his Ghost Head Blade—enhanced by his third soul skill and capable of cleaving metal and shattering stone—felt as if it had struck an ancient mountain of divine iron the moment it touched that tiny fist!

The pale green soul power coating the blade shattered and dissipated like foam, and the steel blade let out an unbearable groan. Immediately after, fine cracks spread wildly, centered on the point of impact between the fist and the blade!

"Crack... Boom!"

With a crisp sound, the Ghost Head Blade was actually shattered into pieces by that single punch! Shards of the blade scattered in every direction!

"What?!"

The webbing between Tie Bi's thumb and forefinger split open, blood streaming down. The massive recoil left his entire right arm numb. He staggered back seven or eight steps, unable to control his momentum, barely managing to steady himself with a face full of hellish terror.

It wasn't just him; the surrounding Iron Blood Sect disciples, who had been watching with a spectator's mentality, were all dumbfounded, their sneers frozen on their faces and replaced by blank stares.

Bare-handed... shattering a Soul Tool enhanced by a soul skill? What kind of monster is this?!

Tang Ya was even more stunned, her small hands covering her mouth, her large eyes filled with bewilderment as if she couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

Zichuan retracted his fist and shook his wrist, as if he had merely swatted away a fly.

He looked at the shattered blade fragments on the ground, then raised his head to look at the bewildered and uncertain Tie Bi, finally speaking his first words with a hint of helplessness:

"I originally wanted to use you lot to test a new soul skill, but never mind, I'm in a hurry."

He paused, as if talking to himself or perhaps offering an explanation:

"Kill people, ten above level twenty, or one Soul Elder. Save someone, one female Soul Grand Master around level eighteen. Hmm, the conditions are all met."

These words were disjointed, leaving Tie Bi and the others completely confused, but the words "kill people" made their hearts jump violently.

"Kid, who exactly are you..." Tie Bi suppressed the panic in his heart and shouted with a fierce expression, while all four of his soul rings lit up, pushing his soul power to the limit.

He realized that the child before him was definitely not simple! He was likely a monster secretly cultivated by some major sect!

However, Zichuan couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on him.

His figure moved.

Fast! Unimaginably fast!

The Iron Blood Sect disciples present only felt a flash of dark red light before their eyes, as if a breeze had brushed past.

Immediately after, the two Soul Grand Masters standing on the outermost perimeter simultaneously developed bloody holes in their throats. Blood sprayed out as they widened their eyes, let out a gurgling sound, and collapsed limply to the ground.

Zichuan's figure appeared where they had been standing, his fingertips retracting five dark gold, black-fissured claws—Dark Gold Terrorclaw.

"First, second," he counted in a low voice, his tone as flat as if he were counting ants.

"Kill him!"

Tie Bi finally reacted, his shock and anger boiling over as he roared sharply. His fourth soul ring shone brilliantly; although his Ghost Head Blade was shattered, his hands transformed into claws, and he lunged at Zichuan with a shrill whistle that tore through the air!

He dared not hold back any longer, unleashing his strongest soul skill the moment he struck!

The other Iron Blood Sect disciples also snapped out of their stupor. Although they were terrified, they knew they had to work together to kill this monster child, so they roared and released their soul skills, various lights converging toward Zichuan.

Zichuan's eyes turned cold. Facing the siege, he did not retreat but advanced.

This time, he finally used his soul power.

A dark red light flashed across his left chest, and his hair instantly turned dark red from the roots. Destruction Form, activated! A cold, violent aura of destruction permeated the air.

Beneath his feet, soul rings rose.

One purple, one orange-gold.

The purple was profound, the orange-gold noble.

The moment that unprecedented orange-gold soul ring appeared, all the soul skills directed at Zichuan seemed to freeze for an instant. Tie Bi and the others' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, their minds going blank.

Orange... orange-gold?! What kind of soul ring is that?! One hundred thousand years? No, one hundred thousand years is red! This color... unheard of!

"First soul skill, Battle Blood Boiling."

Zichuan's voice sounded exceptionally cold amidst the aura of destruction. His momentum surged suddenly, his muscles bulged slightly, and dark red light seemed to flow beneath his skin. All attributes increased by thirty percent!

Facing the claw strike of Tie Bi's fully unleashed fourth soul skill, Zichuan did not dodge or evade. His right hand's five fingers popped out the Dark Gold Terrorclaw once more, and he swiped at the incoming claw shadows!

"Ssh—!"

The dark gold claw light tore through Tie Bi's soul skill claw shadows as easily as cutting tofu. With momentum undiminished, it swept across his neck in his terrified gaze.

Tie Bi's forward charge came to an abrupt halt. The ferocity and horror on his face froze instantly. He looked down, wanting to see his own neck, but only saw hot blood gushing out.

"Uh..." He let out a short, wheezing gasp, and then his head tilted and rolled off. The headless corpse collapsed with a thud.

Iron Blood Sect four-ring Soul Ancestor, Tie Bi, dead.

Silence.

A deathly silence, even more absolute than before.

The remaining seven Iron Blood Sect disciples stood frozen on the spot as if hit by a binding spell, their ferocity consumed by boundless fear.

They looked at the tiny figure standing beside their leader's headless corpse, his dark red hair moving without wind, blood dripping from his fingertips, and an orange-gold soul ring beneath his feet, as if they were looking at a demon god crawled out of hell.

"Mon... monster..."

"Run... run away!"

It is unknown who let out the first shriek of collapse, but the remaining men instantly lost all fighting spirit, their souls scattering in terror as they turned and fled for their lives in every direction!

What mission, what Tang Ya—none of it mattered anymore; saving their own skins was all that counted!

However, before Zichuan, who had activated Battle Blood Boiling and possessed the Destruction Domain and Dark Gold Terrorclaw, their flight appeared utterly laughable.

Zichuan's figure transformed once more into a streak of dark red light.

"Sshh! Pfft! Crack!"

Claws tore through the air, flesh parted from bone, and skeletons shattered. Screams rose one after another, only to be cut short just as abruptly.

It was as if the Grim Reaper were swinging his scythe, mercilessly reaping lives.

One, two, three...

When Zichuan's figure became clear again before Tang Ya, his dark red hair had already returned to black, and his Destruction Form was deactivated. At his feet lay ten corpses strewn about in disarray, including that Soul Ancestor.

The forest clearing was permeated with a thick, bloody stench; not a single soul remained alive from the once-arrogant Iron Blood Sect.

Ten corpses lay sprawled out, the scent of blood permeating the woods. Yet, Zichuan acted as if he had merely cleared some trash from his doorstep, his expression calm without a ripple of emotion.

He looked down at his clean hands, then felt the two slightly warm *God-Bestowed Mark*s between his brows.

In his mind, a cold notification chime rang out almost simultaneously:

[Destruction God Trial, Second Trial: Kill ten soul masters with a Soul Power Level exceeding 20, or kill one three-ring Soul Elder.]

[Status: Completed (Killed one four-ring Soul Ancestor, nine soul masters above level 20)]

[Evaluation: Perfectly Achieved]

[Reward Settlement: God of Destruction affinity increased by 10%, current total affinity: 20%]

[Reward Issued: God-Bestowed Soul Ring, all soul ring ages increased by one thousand years!]