The Number One Under Heaven? Heh. Yan Lingji vs. Tang Xiao

"Idiot."

Bibi Dong walked to the edge of the ring and looked down at him, her gaze cold and disdainful.

She retracted the Death Spider God scythe and crossed her arms. "Facing a powerful opponent, you even forgot to use your spirit ring skills."

"If this weren't a competition, you would already be dead on this stage!"

Having said that, she stopped looking at Tang Hao and turned around, her gaze sweeping across the direction where the Clear Sky Sect disciples were gathered.

The sunlight fell upon her, plating her figure in a faint layer of gold.

She extended her right hand and beckoned with her pinky finger toward the Clear Sky Sect disciples, a flirtatious gesture as if she were summoning a pet.

"Is there anyone else who wants to test whether this Saintess's blade is sharp?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the rest area where the Clear Sky Sect disciples stood fell into instant, deathly silence.

Dozens of Clear Sky Sect disciples, who usually walked with their noses in the air and looked down on everyone, were now like ducks with their necks pinched, unable to utter a single word.

Some lowered their heads, some averted their eyes, and some pretended to look elsewhere, but not a single person dared to respond.

Challenge her?

What a joke!

That was a Spirit Saint!

And a Spirit Saint who possessed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring at that!

That blood-red seventh spirit ring was something only their ancestor, Tang Chen, possessed in the entire Clear Sky Sect!

What could they possibly use to fight her?

Faced with an opponent who exceeded their understanding, no matter how stupid they were, they would never choose to humiliate themselves before a woman.

Bibi Dong waited for a moment, and seeing no one move, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she gave a light scoff.

"The number one sect in the world? Hah."

That "hah" was light, yet it was more grating than any mockery.

She withdrew her finger, took a chair from her tool pouch, and placed it in the center of the ring.

Immediately after, she sat down without a care, crossing her legs, leaning back against the chair, and resting her hands on her lower abdomen in a lazy and casual posture.

She already looked like someone who didn't consider the other contestants to be people at all.

Below the ring, Tang Hao managed to stand up with Tang Yuehua's support.

His face was as pale as paper, dried blood still hung from the corners of his mouth, a large patch of his chest robes was soaked through with blood, and the left side of his body was trembling slightly.

He looked at the woman on the ring who was crossing her legs and lounging as if she were sunbathing in her own backyard; the rage in his eyes nearly materialized.

His teeth chattered, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his entire body shook violently, nearly triggering that "eyes bloodshot, panting like an ox" rage combo once again.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and anger.

For now, he could only hope that his older brother could regain some face for him from someone else.

As for himself, he needed to recover his injuries quickly so that he could occupy a ring before sunset and advance to the next round of the competition.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his spirit power to heal.

On the other side, at the viewing area.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the ring below. Watching Bibi Dong send Tang Hao flying with a single strike, the corner of his mouth twisted into a grin he couldn't suppress, stretching almost to his ears.

His eyes shone as if they were glowing, and his heart was so happy he wanted to jump for joy.

The feeling was akin to a father watching the daughter he had raised for a lifetime finally win a glorious victory in front of his rivals.

Can't laugh, can't laugh.

He repeatedly warned himself in his heart that he was the Pope; he had to maintain his image and demeanor, and he couldn't be as expressive as the common folk.

"Hahahaha--!"

But in the end, he couldn't help it.

The laughter erupted from his throat, loud and hearty, echoing through the mountains and startling several nearby birds into flight.

He turned around to look at Tang Zhen, the smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a calm and indifferent expression.

"Sect Master Tang," he said in a flat, polite tone, "my inferior disciple is young and ignorant, and her words were reckless. Please forgive her."

"Hmph!"

Tang Zhen flicked his sleeves and ignored Qian Xunji.

His face was livid, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his gaze fell upon the figure of Tang Hao struggling to rise below, lost in deep thought.

With the foundation of Spirit Hall, it was not difficult to hunt a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast.

But the problem was, how on earth did a Soul Saint like Bibi Dong manage to absorb a 100,000-year soul ring?

That was no ordinary ten-thousand-year soul ring; it was a 100,000-year treasure, enough to drive any Titled Douluo into a frenzy!

How could the physique of a Soul Saint possibly withstand the energy shock of a 100,000-year soul ring?

Furthermore, looking at the long term, since Bibi Dong had already absorbed a 100,000-year soul ring as a Soul Saint, wouldn't she absorb two more once she reached the Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo levels?

By then, with the bonuses from three 100,000-year soul rings and three 100,000-year soul bones, even if his father Tang Chen were to return, he would likely struggle to suppress her in a short amount of time.

Tang Zhen's heart sank, and he was not the only one harboring such thoughts.

Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen, and Chen Xin—the sect masters and Titled Douluo present—had all arrived at this realization at almost the exact same moment.

Their gazes fell in unison upon the arena below, resting on the young girl who sat with her legs crossed, leisurely sipping tea in her chair, their expressions incredibly complex.

A 100,000-year seventh soul ring was simply too absurd; in all their years of living, this was the first time they had ever witnessed such a thing.

Tang Zhen took a deep breath and cast his gaze toward the arena where Tang Xiao stood.

Now, he could only hope that his eldest son could win back a round and salvage some of his dignity.

At the arena where Tang Xiao stood.

Tang Xiao had yet to make a move. He stood at the northern end of the arena, his Clear Sky Hammer hanging by his side, the dark light on the hammer head flickering intermittently.

He had just witnessed Tang Hao's crushing defeat with his own eyes.

No, that wasn't a defeat; it was a total suppression.

Tang Hao hadn't even managed to put up a decent resistance before Bibi Dong blasted him off the arena with a single strike.

Moreover, Tang Hao had lost so quickly and so suddenly that it invisibly increased the pressure on his own shoulders.

If he were to lose as well, the world would likely conclude that the Clear Sky Twin Stars were nothing more than that.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at the woman standing opposite him.

Yan Lingji wore a fiery red dress, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her posture elegant and varied as she stood quietly at the southern end of the arena.

Tang Xiao straightened his back and spoke aloud, his voice resonant and confident, attempting to regain the upper hand in momentum.

"Little sister, since you have stepped onto this arena, you cannot blame me for using my strength to bully you."

Before the words had even faded, he took the initiative to strike first.

His seventh soul ring flashed, and a black light erupted suddenly!

"Seventh Soul Skill—Clear Sky True Body!"

The moment the words left his lips, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Xiao's hand swelled violently in the wind, growing into a giant hammer thirty meters high within just a few breaths!

The hammer head shimmered with dark light, hanging in mid-air like a small mountain, casting a massive shadow over the ground and enveloping Yan Lingji entirely within it!