Unrest in the Martial Soul Fusion Skill

"Zzt—"

Fierce God's blood splattered onto the Dragon Scale Sword, letting out a sizzling sound of annihilation.

The Dragon Scale Sword in Di Lintian's hand changed from a slash to a thrust as he prepared to press his advantage.

Fierce God, whose arm had been severed, did not even have time to scream. He hurriedly rolled across the ground, evading Di Lintian's thrust.

After rolling twice in succession, Fierce God opened up some distance. Then, with a kip-up, he sprang to his feet.

The outcome of the battle was already clear. Having lost an arm, Fierce God could not possibly be Di Lintian's match.

"Third Soul Skill, Demon Wolf Instant Kill!"

The third Soul Ring beneath Fierce God's feet flashed. The next instant, his entire body vanished from the spectators' sight, merging into the darkness.

After merging into the darkness, Fierce God swiftly moved behind Di Lintian, preparing his final strike.

Just as Fierce God reached Di Lintian's back, Di Lintian turned around as well, facing him directly.

"How is this possible?" Fierce God assumed Di Lintian had merely happened to turn around.

He shifted positions again, arriving at Di Lintian's right side. Yet the very next second, Di Lintian turned once more to face him.

Fierce God refused to believe it. He moved again, and Di Lintian faced him again.

"You can see me?"

Di Lintian smiled faintly. The Dragon Scale Sword shot through the air and pierced Fierce God's heart, sending blood spraying everywhere.

Inside a private room at No. 3 Soul Fighting Arena, a blond young man watched Di Lintian's battle to the end. Swirling the wine in his glass, he said in delight, "He actually caused my martial soul to stir? Bring him before me at once."

"Yes!"

Behind him, the person in charge of the Soul Fighting Arena answered and withdrew.

The Soul Fighting Arena's rules stipulated that each person could only participate in one match of each type per day. After winning, Di Lintian headed toward the exit of the Great Soul Arena.

Just as he was about to leave the Soul Fighting Arena, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a round, protruding belly blocked his path.

"Mr. Sword Demon, His Highness the Crown Prince requests your presence," the middle-aged man said.

His Highness the Crown Prince? Why was Qian Renxue looking for me? And why was she at the Great Soul Arena? As the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, shouldn't she hate places like this?

"Lead the way."

Di Lintian pondered this internally, but his words did not lag behind as he spoke to the man before him.

Inside the private room.

After bringing Di Lintian here, the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena tactfully withdrew.

"What do you want with me?"

Di Lintian showed not the slightest respect. He casually sat down on the sofa and raised an eyebrow as he asked.

"Can you sense the unrest in the martial soul within your body?"

Xue Qinghe did not mind Di Lintian's discourteous behavior. He picked up a wineglass, handed it to him, and asked.

"I can. What about it?"

From the moment he saw "Xue Qinghe," Di Lintian had sensed a disturbance from his Dark Demon Dragon King martial soul. At first, he thought he had sensed it wrong. After all, he was a Soul Beast in human form, and his martial soul was his own body. How could he possibly possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with a Soul Master?

Now that "Xue Qinghe" had directly exposed it, he was certain he had not sensed wrongly. The Dark Demon Dragon King truly had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with the Six-Winged Angel.

"Do you know what that means?" Xue Qinghe felt a little tight in the chest from Di Lintian's indifferent attitude.

"I do. A Martial Soul Fusion Skill." Di Lintian straightened up and stared directly at Qian Renxue, a teasing smile appearing on his face. "Martial Soul Fusion Skills only appear between two Soul Masters whose martial souls are of similar quality. And the Heaven Dou Empire's inherited Swan martial soul is not worthy of possessing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with mine."

"So, who are you?"

Di Lintian's gaze made Xue Qinghe feel somewhat guilty. She silently cursed herself for being careless. She had been so delighted to meet someone whose martial soul resonated with hers that she had momentarily forgotten how easily this would expose a flaw.

"Let me guess. Are you from the Star Luo Empire?" Di Lintian shook his head to himself. "No. Star Luo does not have that kind of capability. You're from Spirit Hall, aren't you?"

Di Lintian continued, "For you to be qualified to form a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with my martial soul, you are not only from Spirit Hall—you are also from the Qian Family."

With her identity already exposed, Qian Renxue no longer maintained her disguise. A pale golden radiance flashed, and her true form beneath the disguise was revealed.

She wore a classical palace dress, with a slender neck, flowing golden hair, skin fairer than snow, and an incomparably beautiful face.

Her red lips parted slightly. "You are very clever. My name is Qian Renxue, the young mistress of Spirit Hall."

Di Lintian smiled upon hearing that. Was he clever? He was not. He had merely worked backward from an answer he already knew.

"Sky Dragon Pavilion, Lin Tian."

Di Lintian raised his right hand, bringing his fingertips together as he extended it toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue paused slightly, then extended her slender, fair hand and lightly shook Di Lintian's.

She then tried to quickly pull away, only to discover that Di Lintian had no intention of letting go.

"Y-you, let go!" Qian Renxue said, her face flushing crimson.

A huge question mark appeared above Di Lintian's head.

"What are you doing? Aren't we testing our compatibility?" Di Lintian looked at Qian Renxue in confusion.

"T-testing our compatibility?" Qian Renxue was a little dazed. So it wasn't just a handshake?

"You didn't think I was taking advantage of you, did you?" Di Lintian looked at Qian Renxue with a wicked grin and rubbed her hand twice with his thumb.

"Y-you shameless rogue!" Qian Renxue snapped.

After carefully sensing it for a moment, Di Lintian finally released her hand.

"Our compatibility should be very high, right?" Qian Renxue was so angered and embarrassed by Di Lintian that she had not had time to carefully sense their compatibility at all.

Di Lintian nodded. His compatibility with Qian Renxue truly was extremely high, reaching a full eighty percent. Moreover, he had sensed two Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

One was a darkness-attributed Martial Soul Fusion Skill led by him, while the other was a light-attributed Martial Soul Fusion Skill led by Qian Renxue.

"That's wonderful. Let's go outside the city and test it," Qian Renxue said delightedly.

Qian Renxue's delight was only natural. Even Di Lintian found it difficult to remain calm. Martial Soul Fusion Skills were exceedingly rare; among tens of thousands of Soul Masters, there might not even be a single pair.

"Another time." Di Lintian shook his head and prepared to leave.

Di Lintian's feelings were somewhat complicated right now, but it was not because he was a Soul Beast while Qian Renxue was human. He had also been human in his previous life; he had merely been reincarnated into the body of a Soul Beast in this life.

Rather, according to his plans, Sky Dragon Pavilion had to transform into the Sky Dragon Empire that ruled the continent, making it easier for him to gather the power of faith. To gain the people's faith, he needed to establish the Sky Dragon Empire through legitimate means.

He had already formulated a plan in his heart: make use of Qian Renxue's plan to usurp the throne.

"Lin Tian..." Qian Renxue wanted to stop Di Lintian, but then she heard him say this.

"Qian Renxue, I will not expose your identity for now. But you should understand that we stand on opposing sides."

Di Lintian stopped at the door and spoke with his back to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue changed back into Xue Qinghe and sat on the sofa, the words Di Lintian had left behind continuously echoing in her mind.