Soul Ancestor Enters the Arena, Stunning the Entire Crowd! Di Yao Is Forced to the Edge of the Ring!

The instant four Soul Rings rose, the training grounds erupted.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

A Soul Ancestor!

A four-ring Soul Ancestor had actually stepped onto the Newcomer Ranking arena to attack a six-year-old Soul Grandmaster.

This was no longer a trial.

It was blatant targeting.

Yan's face turned livid as he cursed aloud.

"The Elder Palace has no shame at all!"

Xie Yue said nothing.

But his grip on the Moon Blade tightened.

Hu Liena stared fixedly at the arena, her chest rising and falling much faster.

She wanted to call for the match to stop.

But Di Yao stood in the center of the arena without even turning his head.

Blood still dripped from his left arm.

His face was noticeably paler than before.

Yet his eyes had only grown brighter.

The Soul Ancestor looked at Di Yao, his tone calm.

"My name is Qin Lie."

"My Beast Spirit is the Blazing Lion."

"Soul Power level forty-one."

He spoke slowly.

Every word seemed to place pressure on Di Yao.

Di Yao looked at him.

"There's no need to remember your name."

Qin Lie's gaze turned cold.

"You're quite arrogant."

Di Yao said flatly, "You talk too much, too."

The area beneath the stage immediately fell silent.

Many people felt their hearts skip a beat.

He still dared to speak like that before a Soul Ancestor?

Was this kid truly unafraid of death?

Qin Lie smiled.

But there was no warmth in that smile.

"I hope your bones are just as hard later."

As his words fell, the phantom of a Blazing Lion behind him abruptly spread outward.

Flames exploded with a roar.

The lion threw back its head and roared, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the entire arena.

Power Attack System.

Fire attribute.

Beast Spirit.

The Elder Palace had arranged this viciously.

The fire attribute weakened the suppressive advantage of the Great Sun Golden Flame.

A Beast Spirit could also test the limits of the Demon Emperor Di Jun's influence over high-level spirits.

More importantly, the Soul Ancestor's level was too high.

No matter how exalted Di Yao's spirit was, he could not directly crush his opponent as he had lower-level soul masters.

The person in charge of the Newcomer Ranking stood at the edge of the arena, his gaze somewhat evasive.

He knew this was inappropriate too.

But the Elder Palace had already given the order.

He could only announce it according to procedure.

"The challenge begins."

The moment the words fell.

Qin Lie did not waste another word.

All four rings lit up as the Blazing Lion possessed him.

He shot straight at Di Yao like a burning meteor.

He was too fast.

And his power was too overwhelming.

The Tiger King Soul Venerable from before had already been strong enough.

But compared to the Soul Ancestor before them, he was on an entirely different level.

The First Soul Ring beneath Di Yao's feet lit up.

"Great Sun Golden Flame."

Dark Gold Flame surged from his palm, condensing into a streak of fire that slashed straight across Qin Lie's charge path.

But Qin Lie did not dodge at all.

He snorted coldly as the crimson flames around him suddenly surged.

"First Soul Skill, Mad Lion Fire Armor!"

Heavy flames covered his entire body.

When the Great Sun Golden Flame struck him, it made his fire armor ripple, but it did not break through immediately.

Qin Lie threw a punch.

Di Yao twisted aside to evade.

The wind from the punch grazed his shoulder and smashed directly into the arena.

Boom!

The stone slabs shattered.

Broken stones flew everywhere.

Di Yao was forced two steps back by the aftershock.

Qin Lie gave him no chance to catch his breath. His second punch was already on its way.

This was the pressure of a Soul Ancestor.

There was no flair.

No contest of technique.

It was simply using a higher level, stronger Soul Power, and a tougher body to crush you to death.

Di Yao retreated again and again.

The Great Sun Golden Flame spread into three streaks of fire, trying to force Qin Lie to change direction.

But Qin Lie was ruthless.

He stepped directly through the fire lines.

The flames scorched his protective Soul Power, yet the Mad Lion Fire Armor endured them head-on.

"Your fire isn't that effective against me."

Qin Lie's punch came crashing down.

Di Yao raised a hand to block it.

Bang!

His entire body was blasted backward, leaving two long marks beneath his feet.

The wound on his left arm split open again, and blood dripped from his fingers.

Hu Liena's expression changed.

"He took it head-on!"

Xie Yue said gravely, "He had no choice."

"Qin Lie is pressing too hard. If he doesn't take it, he'll be forced off the stage."

Yan gritted his teeth.

"That Soul Ancestor came here to cripple him."

On the arena, Qin Lie closed in once more.

Di Yao's face was pale.

But his breathing remained steady.

As he retreated, he sent Great Sun Golden Flame into the cracks in the arena.

Each streak of flame was extremely thin.

Their landing points were scattered as well.

Ordinary spectators only thought he was defending desperately.

But as Xie Yue watched, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Something's wrong."

Hu Liena immediately asked, "What is it?"

Xie Yue stared at the arena floor.

"His flames aren't being scattered randomly."

Yan froze.

"What do you mean?"

Xie Yue said softly, "He's placing markers."

Hu Liena instantly looked beneath Di Yao's feet.

Sure enough.

Every time Di Yao was forced back, the Great Sun Golden Flame left behind a tiny spark of dark gold fire along the cracks.

Those sparks were inconspicuous.

They even dimmed quickly.

But when their positions were connected, they formed an extremely crude web.

Hu Liena's heart jolted.

Even while being beaten down by a Soul Ancestor, he was still calculating?

Qin Lie had evidently noticed that something was off as well.

His gaze darkened, and his Third Soul Ring lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Flame Lion Stomp!"

He slammed one foot down.

A fiery shockwave spread from beneath his foot, instantly blasting apart a large section of the arena floor.

Many of the golden flame points were scattered by the impact.

Qin Lie sneered.

"Kid, trying to set up the field with fire lines?"

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Di Yao was thrown back by the shockwave, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

But his gaze remained calm.

"Noticing them doesn't mean you can destroy them all."

Qin Lie narrowed his eyes.

"Still talking tough?"

His figure flashed, and his speed rose again.

The phantom of the Blazing Lion pounced to kill.

This time, he gave Di Yao no chance to keep placing markers.

Fists, claws, elbows, knees.

Relentless attacks rained down like a storm.

For the first time, Di Yao looked truly disheveled.

He kept retreating.

His robes were scorched black by flames.

Wounds appeared one after another across his arms, shoulders, and chest.

Several counterattacks from the Great Sun Golden Flame were forcibly blasted apart by Qin Lie.

The gap in their levels was far too obvious.

A Soul Ancestor against a Soul Grandmaster.

Under normal circumstances, there was no suspense at all.

The murmurs across the training grounds gradually faded.

Many people looked at Di Yao with complicated expressions.

Lasting this long was already absurd.

If it were them, they would have been knocked off the stage by a single punch long ago.

But the Elder Palace did not care how long he could endure.

He was to be defeated.

Preferably, defeated so badly that he could not hold his head up.

Qin Lie clearly understood that as well.

He suddenly withdrew his fist and said coldly, "Concede."

"If you concede now, you can still walk away standing."

Di Yao raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You're scared?"

Qin Lie froze for a moment, then rage surged within him.

"Scared?"

Di Yao looked up at him.

"You're afraid that if this drags on, you'll be the one making a fool of yourself."

Those words were like a spark falling into a vat of oil.

Qin Lie's gaze instantly turned icy.

"Seeking death!"

He charged forward fiercely.

The Fourth Spirit Ring lit up.

Purple light blazed.

The phantom of the Blazing Lion fully solidified, its flames shifting from crimson to dark red.

The temperature soared.

The stone slabs on the ground blackened and cracked from the heat.

Hu Liena shot to her feet.

"Fourth Spirit Skill!"

Yan's expression changed as well.

"He's serious?"

Xie Yue's voice turned cold.

"This is no longer a spar for the Newcomer Ranking."

Dark red flames ignited around Qin Lie's fists, making him resemble a real mad lion.

He stared at Di Yao and said word by word, "Let's see how you dodge this time."

Di Yao did not retreat.

He lowered his head and glanced at the ground beneath his feet.

Seven remnants of golden flame still remained.

It was not complete.

But it was enough.

He raised his head, and Dark Gold Firelight slowly ignited in his eyes.

"So you're finally willing to use your Fourth Spirit Skill."

Qin Lie's heart suddenly sank.

The next instant, a streak of golden flame within one of the cracks beneath his feet flickered.

It was faint.

So faint it was nearly negligible.

Yet as Qin Lie charged, the force beneath his feet was subtly diverted.

Half an inch.

Only half an inch.

But for a Soul Ancestor charging at high speed, half an inch was enough to throw off the trajectory of an attack.

Qin Lie's expression changed.

His fist swept past Di Yao's side without landing a full hit.

Di Yao lifted his head amid the firelight.

His voice was very soft.

"Now."

"It's my turn."

The Dark Gold Sun rose fiercely behind him.