All Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings: A Shocking Reveal, Assessment Ends!

Seeing Xiao Yan standing unharmed amid the gold flakes scattered across the ground, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who were supporting each other, were both stunned.

After a brief blank in his mind, Huo Yuhao suddenly gripped Wang Dong's arm tightly. Hope reignited in his once-desperate eyes.

"That's not right! The core ability of our Martial Soul Fusion Skill is to forcibly seal the opponent's martial soul and freeze their Soul Power!" Huo Yuhao panted urgently and shouted at Wang Gang ahead of him,

"He definitely can't release that strange zither music anymore! He's bluffing, trying to stall for time and recover his Soul Power. Wang Gang, go! Eliminate him while you can!"

Hearing Huo Yuhao's clear-headed analysis, Wang Gang, whose courage had already been shattered, immediately came back to his senses.

He raised his shield again, clenched his teeth, and poured every last bit of earth-attribute Soul Power in his body into it. With a roar, he launched a desperate charge at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan looked at Wang Gang charging at him with his shield raised, then heard Huo Yuhao's utterly naive shout, and could not help laughing.

Seal the Fuxi Zither?

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill cast by two mere low-level soul masters actually wanted to sever his connection with the Fuxi Zither. It was absurdly adorable.

Xiao Yan's thoughts shifted.

Moon-white and violet-gold divine radiance intertwined out of thin air before him.

Without encountering the slightest obstruction, the ancient, imposing Fuxi Zither floated steadily in midair.

The Bagua Formation Map carved upon its head flowed with an enthralling, mysterious sheen, while its seven Star Thread strings reflected dazzling sharpness.

That so-called "Wither in Radiance" had not affected it in the slightest.

This was the first time the Fuxi Zither had revealed itself on the Freshman Assessment arena.

Its majesty, so far beyond that of ordinary martial souls, immediately drew waves of astonished cries from the thousands of students and teachers in the stands.

Wang Gang, still in the midst of his charge, felt his scalp tingle as he saw the mysterious ancient zither suddenly appear.

But there was no turning back once the arrow had left the bow. He could only grit his teeth, quicken his pace, and continue charging, hoping to smash Xiao Yan with his shield before he could play the zither.

Xiao Yan calmly watched Wang Gang draw nearer as Soul Power surged beneath his feet.

The first pitch-black ring rose from beneath his feet without warning.

Its deep black radiance cast the entire arena into gloom.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!

Then a second black Spirit Ring rose.

A third.

A fourth.

Four utterly terrifying Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings slowly pulsed around Xiao Yan's moon-white robes.

The entire Assessment Area fell silent in an instant.

Every freshman and teacher who witnessed the scene froze in shock.

Their mouths hung open, yet none of them could make a sound.

Four Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings? At eleven years old? This was no longer merely genius. This was a monster that had completely shattered the common sense of the soul master world!

Less than five steps from Xiao Yan, Wang Gang's feet seemed to take root, and he forcibly halted his charge.

His shield slipped from his hand and crashed onto his foot with a clang, yet he did not even try to dodge.

He looked at the four black Spirit Rings beneath Xiao Yan's feet, then at the two pathetic yellow hundred-year Spirit Rings on his own body. A bitter smile tugged at his lips.

Slowly, he turned his head and looked back at the dumbstruck Huo Yuhao with a complicated expression.

"You want me to fight a Soul Ancestor with nothing but Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings? Are you serious?" Wang Gang's voice trembled as though he were about to cry.

Huo Yuhao stood with his mouth open, unable to say a single word.

The pride and unwillingness in Wang Dong's eyes were utterly shattered at that moment.

The two of them lost the last trace of strength holding them up and collapsed onto the arena in despair.

The trump card they had painstakingly prepared was nothing more than a laughable joke before a monster with an entirely Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring configuration.

Xiao Yan shook his head.

He had always been merciful toward opponents who had lost their fighting spirit. He truly could not bear to let them remain awake and continue suffering such crushing defeat.

He raised his right hand and casually brushed the strings of the Fuxi Zither.

Clear, resonant zither music echoed across the arena.

As the sound waves entered their ears, Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Wang Gang felt their nerves, stretched to the breaking point, snap in an instant. Their vision went dark, and all three fell to the ground together, sinking into deep sleep.

Only then did Du Weilun on the elevated platform awaken from his extreme shock.

He crossed the distance in a few strides and leaped onto the arena. After personally checking on the three sleeping students and confirming that they were merely asleep, he raised his right hand high.

"Second semifinal match: Xiao Yan's team wins!"

Only after the announcement fell did the spectators in the stands awaken as though from a dream, erupting in thunderous cheers and exclamations.

In today's match, Xiao Yan had not used any strange illusion, nor had he even unleashed a single genuine soul skill. He had simply used the most direct and brutal method to hammer his monstrous foundation into the hearts of everyone present.

Xiao Yan put away the Fuxi Zither and calmly walked down from the arena. Passing through the crowded audience, he arrived at the site of the other semifinal.

The battle there had already reached its most intense stage.

On the arena, Dai Huabin's eyes were bloodshot with rage as he pushed his White Tiger Vajra Transformation to its limit.

He desperately searched for an opportunity to reunite with Zhu Lu, wanting to turn the tide by unleashing their Hell White Tiger Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

But Xiao Xiao gave him no such chance.

The sound waves from the Nine Phoenix Flute clung to them like a disease in the bone. Whenever the two showed any intention of fusing their martial souls, high-frequency mental vibrations forcibly tore them apart.

Seeing that the situation was turning bad, Cui Yajie tried to use the Nine-Tailed Fox martial soul's charm ability to disrupt Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

However, after countless trials in the Dream Arena, the two of them had long since forged mental resilience as solid as rock.

Cui Yajie's flirtatious glances, which she believed never failed, earned her nothing but the look Wu Feng gave an idiot.

Having lost both control and any hope of martial soul fusion, Cui Yajie and Zhu Lu were swiftly driven back one after another beneath Wu Feng's vicious, unpredictable dragon claws. They were blasted off the arena and eliminated in succession.

Only Dai Huabin remained, stubbornly resisting in the vast arena.

Seeing his teammates cleared from around him, Dai Huabin roared and lunged desperately at Xiao Xiao, who controlled the entire battlefield.

Xiao Xiao put away her jade flute and beckoned with one hand. The Three Lives Soul-Suppressing Cauldron crashed down with a thunderous boom.

Dark-golden brilliance suddenly flared from her right arm as the full might of the sixty-thousand-year Earth-Shaking Desolate Bear Right Arm Bone erupted.

"Desolate Bear Earth-Splitting Strike!"

The black cauldron carried vibrations powerful enough to pierce through anything as it slammed head-on into Dai Huabin's prized tiger claws.

Accompanied by a sharp crack of bone, Dai Huabin did not even have time to scream before the terrifying brute force smashed him flat against the arena floor, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

The referee's declaration rang out at just the right moment.

With that, all semifinal matches of the Freshman Assessment came to an end.

Ning Tian and the other two walked down from the arena. Rather than celebrate their victory, they headed directly toward Du Weilun, who was making post-match records.

After a brief exchange, Du Weilun took the amplifying Soul Tool and returned to the elevated platform.

His voice spread into every corner of the Assessment Area.

"Since the winning team holding the number one draw, Ning Tian's team, has voluntarily forfeited the final, I hereby announce that the ultimate champion of this Freshman Assessment is—Xiao Yan!"

"The Freshman Assessment has officially concluded. Gather tomorrow morning for the awards ceremony!"