Anomalies in the Martial Soul Fusion Skill

"Sizzle—"

The Fierce God's blood stained the blade of the Dragon Scale Sword, emitting a sizzling sound of annihilation.

Di Lintian shifted his Dragon Scale Sword from a slash to a thrust, preparing to press his advantage.

The Fierce God, having had his arm severed, didn't even have time to scream; he scrambled on the ground, desperately dodging Di Lintian's thrust.

Two consecutive rolls allowed the Fierce God to create some distance, and he sprang to his feet with a kip-up.

The battle was already clear; the Fierce God, missing an arm, could not possibly be Di Lintian's match.

"Third Soul Skill, Demon Wolf Instant Kill!"

The third soul ring beneath the Fierce God's feet flickered, and the next moment, he vanished from the audience's sight, merging into the darkness.

Once merged with the darkness, the Fierce God swiftly arrived behind Di Lintian, brewing his final strike.

Just as the Fierce God reached Di Lintian's back, Di Lintian turned around to face him.

What is going on? The Fierce God assumed it was just a coincidence that Di Lintian had decided to turn around.

He shifted his position again, arriving at Di Lintian's right side, but the next second, Di Lintian turned once more to face him.

The Fierce God refused to believe it; he shifted again, and Di Lintian faced him once more.

"Can you see me?"

Di Lintian smiled faintly, and the Dragon Scale Sword pierced through the air, passing through the Fierce God's heart as blood splattered.

In a private box at the No. 3 Soul Fighting Arena, a blonde youth watched the end of Di Lintian's battle, swirling the wine glass in his hand as he said with pleasant surprise, "To think he could cause my martial soul to react? Quickly, invite him to my presence."

"Yes!"

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

The Great Soul Fighting Arena had a rule that each person could only participate in one type of soul fight per day, so after winning, Di Lintian walked toward the exit.

Just as he was about to leave the arena, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle 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 is Qian Renxue looking for me? And how could she appear at the Great Soul Fighting Arena? As the owner of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul, shouldn't she despise places like this?

"Lead the way."

While these thoughts raced through his mind, Di Lintian didn't hesitate to speak to the man before him.

Inside the private box.

The person in charge of the Great Soul Fighting Arena brought Di Lintian to the room and then tactfully withdrew.

"What do you want with me?"

Di Lintian showed no sign of respect, sitting casually on the sofa and raising an eyebrow as he asked.

"Can you feel the agitation of the martial soul within your body?"

Xue Qinghe didn't mind Di Lintian's rude behavior; he picked up a wine glass, handed it to him, and asked.

"I can. So what?"

From the moment he saw "Xue Qinghe," Di Lintian could feel the agitation of his Dark Demon Dragon King martial soul. At first, he thought his senses were wrong; after all, he was a soul beast in human form, and his martial soul was his true body—how could he have a martial soul fusion skill with a human soul master?

Now that "Xue Qinghe" had pointed it out directly, he was certain his senses hadn't failed him; the Dark Demon Dragon King and the Six-Winged Angel truly possessed a martial soul fusion skill.

"Do you have any idea what this means?" Xue Qinghe felt a tightness in his chest, irritated by Di Lintian's indifferent attitude.

"I do. A martial soul fusion skill." Di Lintian sat up straight, his gaze locking onto Qian Renxue's as he revealed a playful smile. "Martial soul fusion skills only appear between two soul masters with similar martial soul quality, and the Heaven Dou imperial lineage's Swan martial soul isn't worthy of having a fusion skill with me."

"So, who are you?"

Di Lintian's gaze made Xue Qinghe feel somewhat guilty. I was too careless, she thought. I was so overjoyed to meet someone who could resonate with my martial soul that I forgot how easily I could reveal my flaws.

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

Di Lintian continued, "To be qualified to have a martial soul fusion skill with me, you aren't just from Spirit Hall—you are from the Qian family."

With her identity exposed, Qian Renxue stopped pretending. A pale golden halo flashed, and the true form hidden beneath the disguise was revealed.

She wore a classical palace gown, her neck slender, her hair golden, her skin white as snow, and her face breathtakingly beautiful.

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

Di Lintian smiled at her words. Was he clever? He wasn't particularly clever; this was all just working backward from the answer.

"Sky Dragon Pavilion, Lin Tian."

Di Lintian raised his right hand, curled his fingers, and extended them toward Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue paused for a moment, then extended her own slender, fair, jade-like hand and shook his lightly.

She immediately tried to pull away, only to find that Di Lintian had no intention of letting go.

"You... let go!" Qian Renxue said, her face flushing with embarrassment.

A large question mark appeared over Di Lintian's head.

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

"F-feel the compatibility?" Qian Renxue was a bit dazed. It wasn't just a handshake?

"You didn't think I was trying to take advantage of you, did you?" Di Lintian looked at Qian Renxue with a wicked grin, rubbing his thumb over her hand twice.

"You... you lecher!" Qian Renxue snapped sharply.

Di Lintian felt it carefully for a moment before letting go of her hand.

"Our compatibility must be quite high, right?" Qian Renxue was so embarrassed and angry at Di Lintian that she hadn't even had time to properly sense the compatibility.

Di Lintian nodded. The compatibility between him and Qian Renxue was indeed very high, reaching a full eighty percent, and he had sensed two Martial Soul Fusion Skills.

One was a dark-attribute Martial Soul Fusion Skill led by him, and the other was a light-attribute Martial Soul Fusion Skill led by Qian Renxue.

"That's wonderful! Let's go outside the city and test them out," Qian Renxue said with delight.

Qian Renxue's joy was natural; even Di Lintian found it hard to remain calm. After all, Martial Soul Fusion Skills were extremely rare; among ten thousand Spirit Masters, a single pair might not even appear.

"Next time," Di Lintian said, shaking his head as he prepared to leave.

Di Lintian's heart was a bit conflicted right now, though not because he was a Spirit Beast and Qian Renxue was a human. Di Lintian had been a human in his past life; he had simply been reincarnated into the body of a Spirit Beast.

It was because, in his plan, the Sky Dragon Pavilion needed to transform into the Sky Dragon Empire that would rule the continent, as that would make it easier for him to absorb the power of faith. To gain the faith of the masses, he needed to establish the Sky Dragon Empire through legitimate means.

He had already formulated a plan in his mind: to utilize Qian Renxue's usurpation plot.

"Lin Tian..." Qian Renxue wanted to call out to him, but she heard this instead.

"Qian Renxue, I won't expose your identity for the time being, but you should understand that our positions are on opposite sides."

Di Lintian walked to the door and stopped, speaking with his back turned to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue transformed back into the appearance of Xue Qinghe and sat on the sofa, the words Di Lintian left behind echoing repeatedly in her mind.