Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring Revealed, Entire Audience Stunned

At this moment, Yu Tianxin's Soul Power was no longer held back in the slightest.

The aura of a Soul Ancestor swept across the arena like exploding thunder. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon behind him threw back its head and roared, its dragon cry making the soul-guided lamps around the arena flicker simultaneously as his fourth soul ring lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Dash."

Clouds gathered in an instant, lightning churned within them, and a dragon's head emerged from the cloud cover. Its body spiraled downward from the sky, wreathed in thick blue arcs of electricity.

The seven Shrek members had no time to evade, and their figures were swallowed by lightning.

Xiao Wu was struck in the waist. The wings from her Flying Mushroom Sausage shattered amid the lightning, and she fell like a kite with its string cut.

Zhu Zhuqing tried to rush out of the lightning's range, but the thunder dragon's area of coverage was too vast. She had only accelerated halfway when an electric arc caught up with her and struck her squarely in the back. She let out a muffled groan and plunged downward.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar were swept by the same bolt of lightning. Their flight paths crossed and separated amid the radiance as they fell toward the arena together.

Ning Rongrong had been flying at the rear, but the aftershock of the lightning still pierced through her. The glow of her Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda flickered unsteadily in the electric light.

Dai Mubai was the only one of the seven who faced the thunder dragon head-on. He activated White Tiger Vajra Transformation in the instant before it descended. Golden tiger stripes spread from his chest across his entire body, his muscles swelled, and his bones cracked like popping beans.

Dai Mubai held on for less than half a breath before the thunder dragon pierced his defenses and blasted into his chest, sending him crashing from the air toward the arena.

Even as he fell, Tang San remained calm. Blue Silver Grass burst wildly from his fingertips, and dozens of vines interwove in midair into a massive net, catching Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who were the first to fall.

More Blue Silver Grass surged forth immediately after, layering over the net and thickening it until it caught Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong one after another.

Dai Mubai, who fell last, punched straight through the first two layers of Blue Silver Grass nets and barely stopped on the third. His back was only half a foot from the arena floor.

Oscar struggled within the net and pulled out several Recovery Sausages, using the last of his strength to stuff them into the mouths of his nearby teammates.

All seven landed. Though they barely managed to stand with the cushioning of the Blue Silver Grass and the replenishment from the Recovery Sausages, every one of them bore obvious injuries. Zhu Zhuqing's left sleeve had been scorched black by the lightning, the numbness in Xiao Wu's right leg had yet to fade, and several large holes had been burned into the clothes on Ma Hongjun's back by electric arcs.

Ning Rongrong's Soul Power was nearly depleted, and the glow of her Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had dimmed to nothing more than a faint outline.

Dai Mubai was in the worst condition. White Tiger Vajra Transformation had been shattered head-on, and his upper body was covered in burn marks from the lightning. Yet the fighting spirit that had been crushed only burned more fiercely in his eyes.

Tang San stuffed the last Recovery Sausage into Dai Mubai's hand, then looked up at the masked captain across the arena who had yet to make a move.

His fingers touched the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist. They could not wait any longer. The gap in strength between the two sides had already exceeded what tactics could compensate for. If they dragged this out any further, Shrek would not even have a chance at one final gamble.

"Godly Zhuge Crossbows, ready."

The other six reached for their waists at the same time. Seven Godly Zhuge Crossbows gleamed with cold metallic light under the soul-guided lamps, their slots loaded with sixteen iron arrows treated with poison.

Yu Tianlin's gaze fell upon those crossbows. Beneath the Withered Wood Mask, his pupils narrowed slightly. He recognized the Tang Sect hidden weapon—the Godly Zhuge Crossbow, a mechanism-driven repeating crossbow capable of firing sixteen bolts at once, with enough penetrating force to pierce through the vast majority of defensive Soul Skills below the Soul King rank.

In the original story, Tang San had used this thing to kill members of the Ferocious God Team in the Soul Fighting Arena.

For Shrek to bring out something made for killing in the Soul Fighting Arena was truly a bit deranged.

"Everyone, fall back." Yu Tianlin's voice suddenly rose, cold and commanding beyond dispute.

The seven Godly Zhuge Crossbows fired simultaneously. One hundred and twelve iron arrows poured forth like a torrential downpour. The shriek of arrows tearing through the air was sharp and dense, countless tiny ripples split the air around the arena, and the poison-treated iron arrowheads glinted with an ashen-white chill beneath the lights.

Yu Tianlin stepped forward, and a black soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

"Third Soul Skill, Azure Dragon's Fury."

A layer of blue-green force field abruptly spread outward from Yu Tianlin's body, enveloping the entire Ji Ni Tai Mei Team. The edge of the force field was translucent, with scale patterns from the phantom image of an Azure Dragon flowing across its surface. The instant the one hundred and twelve crossbow bolts entered the force field, their speed sharply decreased.

The iron arrows, originally too fast to see clearly, moved through the force field as though traveling underwater. The force field stripped away the kinetic energy from their arrowheads layer by layer, while their shafts shook violently in midair and let out metallic hums of anguish.

Some crossbow bolts lost all their kinetic energy inside the force field and hovered in midair, their arrowheads trembling faintly before falling onto the arena floor with a clatter. More bolts had their tips crushed and bent by the pressure as they pierced through the force field, landing crookedly on the ground and piling up into a thick layer.

In the eastern spectator stands, Yu Xiaogang shot to his feet. The notebook on his knees slid to the ground, scattering pages everywhere. He did not bother picking them up. Both hands braced on the railing, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the black soul ring in the arena. His lips moved several times before he finally found his voice.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring... How is this possible? How old is this person? How can his body withstand the impact of a ten-thousand-year soul ring? With such talent, there is not a second person like him in the entire Douluo Continent. No wonder he never made a move. No wonder his teammates obeyed his every word from beginning to end. So that was it."

Flender stood beside him without speaking, the expression on his face completely replaced by shock.

In the arena, all seven Shrek members stood frozen in place.

Dai Mubai's gaze was locked on that black soul ring. As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he knew very well what a ten-thousand-year soul ring represented. It meant that this person's physical strength, mental will, and martial soul quality had all reached heights ordinary people could never attain.

The wings of Ma Hongjun's Evil Phoenix unconsciously drew inward. His right hand trembled slightly, and the place on his wrist that had once been crushed began to ache faintly again. Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu both took a step back. Ning Rongrong covered her mouth. Oscar's Recovery Sausage slipped from between his fingers.

Tang San's reaction was no different from everyone else's. He had thought his talent of Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power was already monstrous enough, but only today did he understand what a truly monstrous genius was.

Yu Tianlin stood at the center of the force field, the Withered Wood Mask covering half his face. Dozens of crossbow bolts with tips bent by the force field floated at his side, while a thick layer of iron arrows lay scattered beneath his feet.

The black soul ring slowly revolved around him, and the blue-green glow of the force field stretched his shadow long.

Yu Tianlin's voice came from within the force field, calm without the slightest ripple. "Shrek, using weapons made for killing in the Soul Fighting Arena—is that your style?"