Bibi Dong Did Not Save Him! Di Yao Carved Through a Soul Ancestor's Killing Move Himself!

Before Qin Lie's killing move fell, everyone in the arena was waiting for one person to intervene.

Bibi Dong.

Everyone knew that Di Yao was the Pope's direct disciple.

A genius with a Divine Martial Soul who had just been granted core treatment.

The Soul Ancestor from the Elder Palace had already revealed his killing intent. By all rights, the Pope Palace could not possibly keep watching.

Hu Liena also instinctively looked toward the heights.

But the spot was completely empty.

Bibi Dong did not appear.

She truly did not intervene.

Hu Liena's face turned pale.

"Teacher..."

Xie Yue's voice was low.

"She is forcing Di Yao."

Yan snapped, "Forcing him to do what? Keep pushing him and he'll be crippled!"

Xie Yue said gravely, "Forcing him to understand that resources can be given, status can be given, and protectors can be provided."

"But someone who truly wishes to reach the pinnacle cannot wait for others to save him every time."

Hu Liena bit her lip hard.

She understood that principle.

But understanding it was one thing.

Watching Di Yao be pinned down by a Soul Ancestor's killing move was another.

On the arena stage.

Qin Lie had completely dropped the pretense.

His Fourth Spirit Ring flashed wildly.

Crimson flames condensed between his fists into the phantom of a ferocious lion.

It was more solid than before.

More violent.

It had even surpassed the strength appropriate for a normal spar.

"Fierce Lion Burning Mountain!"

Qin Lie roared.

The lion phantom, carrying surging crimson flames, pounced thunderously toward Di Yao.

This time, it covered an enormous area.

Di Yao had almost no room to evade.

Behind him was the edge of the arena.

If he retreated again, he would lose.

If he did not retreat, he had to take it head-on.

But this was not an attack he could withstand directly at his current level.

Di Yao judged the situation in an instant.

Block it head-on, and he would be seriously injured.

Evade it completely, and he could not.

Wait for someone to save him?

No.

Bibi Dong did not move.

Yue Guan did not move.

Gui Mei did not move either.

Everyone was watching.

Then he could only break it himself.

At that moment, Di Yao's breathing instead became steady.

The world in his eyes slowed.

The flow of the flames.

The weak points in the Soul Power.

Qin Lie's old shoulder injury.

The cracks remaining in the arena.

The Soul Power he could still mobilize.

Everything rapidly formed a fragmented diagram in his mind through the embryonic Hetu Luoshu.

It was incomplete.

Crude.

But enough.

Di Yao raised a hand.

His First Soul Ring lit up.

All of the Great Sun Golden Flame did not spread outward, but contracted.

Then contracted further.

From a line of fire, it became a fire blade.

From a fire blade, it became an extremely thin thread of dark gold light.

Hu Liena's pupils contracted.

"He compressed his first soul skill!"

Xie Yue saw it too.

"He isn't blocking all of it."

"He wants to cut the weak point."

The lion phantom had already lunged before him.

The terrifying wave of flames nearly swallowed Di Yao whole.

But Di Yao suddenly stomped his foot.

The shattered Great Sun Golden Wheel rose behind him.

The Dharma Image of Demon Emperor Di Jun became half a degree more solid than before for the first time.

The phantom of the Mystic Gold Emperor Robe draped down.

Golden Crow wings unfurled.

There was no anger in those golden eyes.

Only indifference.

Like the great sun in the heavens looking down upon a maddened lion.

"Ten Thousand Demon Edict."

His Second Soul Ring lit up.

The Dark Gold Emperor Edict descended.

The Blazing Lion Martial Soul behind Qin Lie slowed once again.

This time, the delay was even shorter.

So short it was nearly impossible to detect.

But because Qin Lie had developed killing intent and unleashed his Soul Power too fiercely, the connection between his Martial Soul and soul skill had become even more strained.

The more strained it was, the more obvious the crack became when it appeared.

Di Yao's gaze instantly locked onto that point.

His right shoulder.

Still his right shoulder.

The place where Qin Lie had been burned earlier.

That was an old injury.

It was also a crucial node in the Soul Power circulation of his fourth soul skill.

Di Yao did not hesitate.

The dark gold thread condensed from Great Sun Golden Flame slashed out viciously.

"Sizzle—!"

The thin thread struck the lion phantom.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a piercing cutting sound that made everyone's scalps tingle.

A sliver of flame was cut apart.

It was tiny.

Yet it was like a blade slicing through heavy cloth.

Qin Lie's expression changed drastically.

"Impossible!"

Di Yao did not answer.

He poured all his Soul Power into that single thread of golden flame.

Cut through.

Then cut through again.

The lion phantom's frontal force still bore down.

Di Yao's body was swallowed by flames.

The flesh on his chest instantly charred black.

His bones felt as if they had been smashed apart.

He was blasted backward.

But before he was sent flying, that thread of Great Sun Golden Flame successfully cut into the crack in Qin Lie's soul skill.

Following the old injury in his right shoulder, it surged back into Qin Lie's Soul Power node.

"Boom!"

Qin Lie let out a muffled groan as dark gold fire erupted from his right shoulder.

Fierce Lion Burning Mountain was forcibly cut open at one corner.

The flames fell out of balance.

The backlash rolled back along his Soul Power.

Qin Lie staggered back three steps, his face turning pale at once.

Di Yao, meanwhile, smashed hard into the edge of the arena.

"Bang!"

The stone slabs shattered.

He knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His chest was charred black.

The flesh on his left arm was a mangled mess.

He looked utterly miserable.

But he did not fall.

Supporting himself with one hand on the ground, he forcibly raised his head.

The training grounds were deathly silent.

No one had expected this outcome.

Di Yao had not blocked the attack.

But he had not been crippled either.

Qin Lie's killing move had been cut open at one corner, and he had even suffered backlash himself.

The referee finally came to his senses and rushed onto the arena, pale-faced.

"Stop!"

"This match is over!"

"Qin Lie violated the rules by using an excessive killing move. The battle is over!"

Qin Lie's expression darkened.

"I haven't lost yet!"

A cold voice rang out from above the training grounds.

"Do you want to lose even more disgracefully?"

Everyone abruptly looked up.

Bibi Dong had arrived.

She stood atop the high platform with a scepter in hand, her gaze so cold that no one dared meet it.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood at her side.

Clearly, they had been there all along.

They simply had not acted.

Qin Lie's face instantly turned deathly pale.

The Elder Palace's side also fell silent.

Bibi Dong did not look at Qin Lie.

She was looking at Di Yao.

Di Yao looked up at her as well.

The two stared at each other across the arena.

There was no pity in Bibi Dong's eyes.

There was no resentment in Di Yao's either.

He understood why she had not saved him.

This time, he remembered it.

Not as a grudge.

But as a rule.

Spirit Hall would provide resources.

It would provide status.

It would provide a stage.

But when the truly crucial blow came, one would always have to bear it oneself.

Bibi Dong spoke calmly.

"The trial ends here."

No one dared object.

Her gaze swept toward the Elder Palace.

"The Newcomer Ranking is for honing blades, not killing people."

"Anyone who still cannot tell the difference, I will help them learn."

Her tone was even.

Yet everyone in the training grounds felt a chill run down their backs.

Yue Guan said with a smile, "Qin Lie, come down."

Gui Mei said nothing.

The shadows had already spread to the edge of the arena.

Qin Lie gritted his teeth, but ultimately withdrew his martial soul.

He looked at Di Yao, his gaze vicious.

Di Yao braced himself and stood up.

He swayed once.

But he did not let anyone support him.

He looked at Qin Lie.

His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the entire grounds.

"Next time, same realm."

"I'll kill you."

Qin Lie's pupils contracted.

The training grounds fell silent again.

Those words were too ruthless.

And too real.

Today, Qin Lie had relied on his superior cultivation level, yet he had still suffered backlash.

If they truly fought at the same realm, what would happen?

No one dared say.

After saying that, Di Yao's body finally swayed again.

Hu Liena rushed onto the arena.

She wanted to support him, but Di Yao raised a hand to stop her.

"I can walk."

Hu Liena was so angry that her eyes reddened slightly.

"You're already this badly injured. What are you pretending for?"

Di Yao glanced at her.

"I'm not pretending."

"I can still walk."

Hu Liena gritted her teeth.

"Is something wrong with you?"

Di Yao thought about it.

"Probably not."

Hu Liena was nearly angered into laughter.

Yue Guan walked over and sighed.

"Little fellow, if you keep forcing yourself, those wounds really will split open completely."

Gui Mei said in a low voice, "Carry him away."

Di Yao still wanted to speak.

But Gui Mei had already waved a hand, and shadows lifted him up.

Di Yao frowned.

"I can walk by myself."

Gui Mei said indifferently, "You can walk. That doesn't mean we want to wait."

Di Yao fell silent for a moment.

"Fine."

Hu Liena walked beside him, watching him the whole time.

For the first time, she realized that this person who was always calm, sharp-tongued, and calculating could be injured so badly too.

But what was even more terrifying was this.

Despite being injured like this, there was still excitement in his eyes.

Because he had bitten a chunk of flesh off a Soul Ancestor.

Because he had proven that he could break through a deadlock under immense pressure.

Because after this battle, everyone in Spirit City would know.

Di Yao was not only capable of fighting low-level soul masters.

He could cross realms and injure a Soul Ancestor.

On the platform, Bibi Dong watched Di Yao being carried away, her gaze profound.

Yue Guan said softly, "Your Holiness, his injuries are not light."

Bibi Dong said calmly, "He won't die."

Gui Mei said, "The Worship Hall has already made an assessment."

Bibi Dong looked at him.

Gui Mei's voice was hoarse.

"This child has the bearing of a Holy Son."

"But his wildness is too excessive."

A faint chill touched Bibi Dong's lips.

"Wildness?"

"Perfect."

"What I want has never been an obedient dog."

She turned and left.

In the training grounds, the people from the Elder Palace wore ugly expressions.

The Pope Palace faction, however, barely contained their excitement.

The Newcomer Ranking had not truly determined its rankings.

But everyone knew who today's greatest winner was.

Di Yao.

A six-year-old Soul Grandmaster who had stepped over ten consecutive victories, made a Soul Elder kneel, injured a Soul Ancestor in return, and forcibly nailed his name to the very top of Spirit City's younger generation.

And more importantly.

He had not been crushed.

Instead, he burned even brighter.