In a small Soul Fighting Arena in Spirit City.
Yu Xiaogang dawdled and dawdled, but finally stepped into the arena.
The Purple-Robed Bishop quietly reminded him, "Ling Feng, don't actually kill him!"
"Although our Spirit Hall has nothing to fear from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he is still the clan leader's son, after all. If he dies in Spirit City, I'm afraid the Upper Three Sects may start harboring rebellious thoughts."
"Bishop, I understand. I'll spare his life!" Ling Feng nodded.
Ling Feng also stepped into the small Soul Fighting Arena. Looking at Yu Xiaogang across from him, he didn't feel the slightest bit nervous.
After all, he knew Yu Xiaogang's Soul Skills inside and out, while Yu Xiaogang knew nothing at all about his.
"Yu Xiaogang, you accused me of being a fraud. I had no need to prove anything to you!"
"But I, Ling Feng, have always acted with honor and integrity. Now I'll show you the power of my third Soul Skill!"
"You say this Soul Fighting match is unfair? Fine, I'll let you see just one of my Soul Skills. Then we'll see what you have left to say!"
As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, he activated Martial Soul Possession, and the phantom of his Demon Spider Martial Soul appeared behind him.
His third, Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring lit up beneath his feet. The phantom Demon Spider behind him immediately unleashed an immense surge of Soul Power.
The phantom Demon Spider opened its mouth and spat. A streak of black Soul Power condensed into a thin beam and shot straight toward an empty patch of ground in the arena.
With a BOOM, the beam struck the ground and exploded violently. Death Spider Poison spread through the air.
This Soul Skill was called Light of Death. It contained Death Spider Poison, and upon striking an enemy, it immediately triggered an explosion of Soul Power.
Anyone hit by this Soul Skill would be swallowed by the Death Spider Poison and reduced to rotten flesh and shattered bones, even if they managed to withstand the blast.
"This kind of power... it really is a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill? Even if I broke through to Soul Elder or even Soul Ancestor, I still wouldn't be able to take that attack, would I?"
Yu Xiaogang stared at the huge crater in the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
He had felt the threat of death from that Soul Skill.
"But he's only a Soul Elder. How much Soul Power could he have left after using a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill?"
"He's been far too careless. I might have a chance to win now!" Yu Xiaogang thought, regaining his composure.
That Soul Skill was extremely fast and nearly impossible to guard against, so Ling Feng didn't mind revealing it.
After using his Soul Skill, Ling Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang and said, "Yu Xiaogang, I'll let you make the first move. Show me your Martial Soul!"
"Hmph, it's still too early to say who'll win!" Yu Xiaogang retorted, finding his nerve again.
He summoned his Martial Soul. A purple dog shaped like a fat pig appeared.
Ling Feng took one look and found it painful to behold.
"What a fat pig. It certainly suits its master!" Ling Feng taunted.
"Hmph, don't get cocky!"
Yu Xiaogang's thoughts stirred. Luo Sanpao's Soul Ring lit up beneath it, and he chanted, "Farts like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
"You have to chant a Soul Skill incantation, too? I'd have enough time to kill you three times over!" Ling Feng jeered.
Ling Feng's thoughts stirred, and the second yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.
[Demon Spider Sting]
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish chanting his Soul Skill, more than ten spider legs suddenly sprang up beneath Luo Sanpao, trapping it tightly.
The spider legs were like sickle-sharp swords, their black bristles as fine and hard as steel needles.
The spider legs coiled around Luo Sanpao and squeezed. Its defensive aura was torn apart.
The spider legs pierced Luo Sanpao's body, and in an instant, it went limp.
Yu Xiaogang had just finished chanting his Soul Skill when he saw that Luo Sanpao had already turned into a streak of Soul Power and returned to his body.
He suffered backlash from Luo Sanpao. The injuries Luo Sanpao had sustained, along with the Death Spider Poison, had all been carried back into his body.
"Pfft!" Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned a livid purple: he had been poisoned by the Death Spider Poison.
Ling Feng's second Soul Skill came from a Crypt Demon Spider.
The Crypt Demon Spider's skills excelled at catching opponents off guard and activating at lightning speed. How could Yu Xiaogang's detached Martial Soul possibly defend against them?
This Soul Skill hadn't been very poisonous, but after Ling Feng absorbed his third Soul Ring, his Demon Spider Martial Soul seemed to have taken on some Death Spider Poison.
As a result, this second Soul Skill had also benefited greatly, and its power had increased substantially.
"Hmph, you can't even withstand one of my Soul Skills. What a waste!" Ling Feng said contemptuously.
Ling Feng also had a first Soul Skill, called [Demon Spider Rage], which he had obtained from a Mutated Demon Spider.
This Soul Skill could boost all his attributes by fifty percent, but there was no need to use it against Yu Xiaogang.
Hearing himself called a waste, Yu Xiaogang's blood surged with rage. Already poisoned by the Death Spider Poison, he promptly fainted.
"This... what a fine Soul Skill!" the Purple-Robed Bishop praised.
"I never expected your Soul Skills to suit your Martial Soul so perfectly. I wonder which renowned master taught you?"
Ling Feng thought about it. Bibi Dong could probably be considered his teacher, too.
Without her sacrifice, this Soul Skill of his wouldn't have been nearly as powerful.
So Ling Feng replied, "Bishop, my teacher really was a powerful expert, but she has already passed away!"
"Is that fellow talking about me? Hmph! He actually dares to curse me?"
Bibi Dong could tell Ling Feng was talking about her, and she felt a little annoyed, even though she really had died.
But Bibi Dong was also surprised. She hadn't expected Ling Feng to develop and cultivate his Martial Soul to this level all by himself.
"It seems I underestimated him before. I'll have a good discussion with him about Martial Soul Theory later and see how he cultivates."
As for Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong didn't tell Ling Feng to save him.
She knew the Purple-Robed Bishop wouldn't let anything happen to Yu Xiaogang here.
The Purple-Robed Bishop sighed regretfully. "Such an expert has died? What a pity. If only he could have joined Spirit Hall!"
"All right, your grudge is settled. I'll take you to register at Spirit Academy!"
The Purple-Robed Bishop had someone take Yu Xiaogang away for treatment, then personally took Ling Feng to Spirit Academy to complete his enrollment.
"Ling Feng, what Soul Beasts did your first and second Soul Rings come from?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.
In her previous life, her Martial Souls had been the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor, both top-tier Martial Souls.
With Martial Souls like those, she had no need to worry about absorbing Soul Rings.
After all, those Soul Beasts were all inferior to her Martial Souls. They would be assimilated and influenced by her Martial Souls, making her cultivation smooth sailing.
So she had never needed to study much Martial Soul Theory. That was what a true genius was.
But Ling Feng had awakened only a Demon Spider Martial Soul. If he cultivated the way Bibi Dong had, he would probably end up like Yu Xiaogang, stuck at a certain level.
"Senior, my first two Soul Rings came from a Mutated Demon Spider and a Crypt Demon Spider, respectively," Ling Feng answered honestly.
"Oh? Why did you insist on absorbing Soul Rings from Demon Spider Soul Beasts?" Bibi Dong had noticed a pattern.
Ling Feng was actually raising his Martial Soul as if it were a Soul Beast.
If he wanted to grow stronger, then he naturally had to move closer to the Spider Emperor bloodline. Absorbing Soul Rings from Demon Spider Soul Beasts was, of course, a way to replenish his essence.