Seven vs. Seven Mixed Match 3

Lin Shuo looked up at the sky. He gripped the Silver Dragon Spear in one hand, pointed the tip diagonally toward the firmament, and gave it a light flick.

The Silver Dragon Spear erupted with streaks of spear light, shimmering with a terrifying halo.

Wherever the spear light passed, the falling fire meteors collided with an invisible wall, exploding in mid-air one after another. Golden-red flames and silver spear light intertwined and collided in the air, bursting into a magnificent rain of fire across the sky.

When the final meteor shattered into countless tiny sparks that drifted away, Lin Shuo lowered the Silver Dragon Spear, its tip pointing back toward the ground. From start to finish, his feet had not moved a single inch.

Ma Xiaotao hovered in mid-air, gasping for breath. The phoenix wings behind her had begun to flicker—a sign that her soul power was nearly exhausted. She looked down at the youth holding the silver spear below, and for the first time, a sense of powerlessness welled up within her. She had been fighting for so many years, always the one suppressing others; she had never been suppressed like this. What made her feel even more desperate was the realization that Lin Shuo hadn't even used his full strength. He hadn't even taken the initiative to attack her.

On the other side of the battlefield, Ling Luochen was assisting Xi Xi and Chen Zifeng, exerting all their strength to suppress Dai Yueheng.

With his own triple amplification and the overlay of Gongyang Mo's soul skills, Dai Yueheng's combat power was no longer inferior to Ma Xiaotao's.

He forced back Xi Xi's lightning attack with one claw and swatted Chen Zifeng's Soul-Chasing Sword aside with another. However, Ling Luochen's attacks spread out one after another; deep blue ice layers continuously froze his feet, making every step he took a massive effort. The ground beneath him had become an ice rink, and the cold air continued to erode upward along his legs.

"This won't do." Ling Luochen frowned. Although her ice could restrict Dai Yueheng's movement, it could never completely freeze him. While the attacks from Xi Xi and Chen Zifeng were dense, Dai Yueheng's defense was simply too strong; with the White Tiger Protection Barrier stacked under three layers of amplification, ordinary attacks could not break through.

Just then, a warm palm gently pressed against her back.

Ling Luochen's body stiffened slightly. She did not turn around, for she could feel an aura emanating from that palm that made her very soul tremble—an ultimate chill, pure ice, a power that stood at a level far beyond her own Ice Element.

"This is... Ultimate Ice!" Ling Luochen's voice trembled slightly.

An ice-blue pillar of light shot into the sky, the ultimate chill shocking both Xi Xi and Chen Zifeng, who were beside Dai Yueheng. Jiang Nannan, who had intended to circle behind for a sneak attack, was frozen instantly.

Ling Luochen's third soul ring lit up, and an ice-blue radiance appeared above Dai Yueheng's head.

As the light descended, an ice prison materialized, trapping Dai Yueheng in place.

Dai Yueheng smashed down with a fist, but the ice prison did not show even a single crack.

Dai Yueheng's pupils constricted. He looked down at his legs; the Mystic Ice had spread from his ankles to his knees, and he could no longer feel his lower legs at all. He poured all his soul power into shattering the ice, but the cold was like a maggot in the bone, refusing to be dispelled no matter how much he pushed his power.

Chen Zifeng and Xi Xi exchanged a glance and struck simultaneously. Chen Zifeng's Soul-Chasing Sword pierced toward Dai Yueheng's flank—where his defense had been weakened by the ice—from a tricky angle, while Xi Xi's attack slashed directly at his chest. Dai Yueheng barely managed to block with his still-mobile arms, but frozen in place and unable to move, he faced their relentless, storm-like attacks, his defensive line teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Xu Sanshi, come help me block!" Dai Yueheng shouted toward Xu Sanshi, who was battling Bei Bei.

On the other side of the battlefield, Bei Bei was in a sorry state under the siege of Wang Dong'er, Xiao Xiao, and Xu Sanshi. Just as Bei Bei prepared to seize an opening to rush toward Wang Dong'er, he was blocked firmly by Xu Sanshi's Black Tortoise Shield. Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul-Suppressing Cauldron slammed in from the side, coordinating with Wang Dong'er's Butterfly Goddess Light to force him into constant evasive maneuvers. His school uniform was already scorched with several charred holes from the aftermath of the Butterfly Goddess Light.

Xu Sanshi pretended not to hear Dai Yueheng; he wasn't stupid. If he used his fourth soul skill, Black Tortoise Displacement, to swap positions, he would have to face the attacks of three Soul Kings head-on.

"Senior Brother Bei Bei, you'd better just surrender!" Wang Dong'er flapped her wings, and several more Butterfly Goddess Lights bombarded Bei Bei. The golden-blue orbs of light traced arcs through the air, exploding as they chased Bei Bei's figure.

Bei Bei gritted his teeth, his dragon-transformed right arm shattering one orb of light with a punch, but another was already flying toward his chest. He dodged sideways, the orb grazing his shoulder and exploding into a shallow crater on the ground behind him. He gasped for air, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead. Facing the coordinated suppression of three people alone, he was truly reaching his limit.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, a calm voice rang out in everyone's ears.

"It's about time to end this."

Lin Shuo held the Silver Dragon Spear horizontally in front of him. His gaze swept across every corner of the battlefield—Dai Yueheng struggling while sealed in Mystic Ice, Bei Bei dodging miserably under the siege of three, and Ma Xiaotao hovering in mid-air, gasping violently with her soul power bottomed out. This battle had lasted long enough.

The fourth soul ring beneath his feet, black as ink and ten-thousand years old, suddenly lit up at this moment.

Seven-Colored Domain!

A seven-colored pillar of light shot into the sky from beneath Lin Shuo's feet. The pillar pierced through the entire dome of the Soul Fighting Zone, dyeing the firmament in flowing, iridescent colors. The seven-colored brilliance poured out like a flood in all directions, condensing in the void into a translucent seven-colored barrier that enveloped the entire Soul Fighting Platform.

In that moment, everyone simultaneously felt that indescribable suppression.

The phoenix wings behind Ma Xiaotao dissipated silently the moment the seven-colored light touched her. She fell straight from mid-air, barely landing on her feet, but the moment she touched the ground, she discovered that the Evil Fire Phoenix martial soul within her had gone completely silent. The flames she had cultivated for over a decade were now like a stagnant pool of water, unresponsive no matter how she tried to stir them. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared on her usually flamboyant face. Her flames had been stripped away—not extinguished, but stripped.

Ling Luochen's martial soul collapsed even faster than Ma Xiaotao's flames. Those deep blue Mystic Ice shards, fused with the Water Dragon King's Ultimate Ice aura, vanished like thin snow meeting a scorching sun under the illumination of the seven-colored light. The light at the tip of her staff extinguished silently, and the staff itself shattered inch by inch. The Ice Element within her was refusing her summons—no, not refusing, but submitting. She looked down at her trembling hands, and in those usually cold, ice-blue eyes, a shock like never before surged. Her Ice Element was afraid of him. They were prostrating themselves within that seven-colored light, like subjects encountering a supreme monarch.