Heaven Dou Great Soul Fighting Arena.
The purple and yellow wings behind Phainon spread wide, lifting him into the air.
The Sun Brand behind his head radiated a dazzling golden light.
The entire audience was stunned silent by the sight.
Only after three full breaths did thunderous cries erupt from the stands.
"What is that?"
"A martial soul can transform like that?"
"Is he human or a soul beast?"
"I've never seen a martial soul in that form..."
"Everyone from Omphalos Academy is a monster, aren't they?"
In the main viewing area, Emperor Xue Ye gripped the armrests of his dragon throne tightly.
A trace of shock flashed through his clouded old eyes.
Xue Qinghe leaned forward slightly, the smile at the corner of his lips freezing for a moment.
Ning Fengzhi's teacup stopped halfway to his mouth, and he actually forgot to take a sip.
Salas narrowed his triangular eyes, his expression so grim it seemed ready to drip water.
Xue Qinghe was the first to speak. "Father, I have never heard of a martial soul form like Phainon's."
Emperor Xue Ye took a deep breath.
"I have lived for decades, yet this is the first time I have seen such a martial soul."
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and said with a smile, "This is a form no ordinary martial soul could ever achieve. This child's talent far exceeds imagination."
Hearing their praise, Salas gave a cold snort.
"Hmph, it's nothing but a flashy display. What good is a pretty transformation if it can't put food on the table?"
Though he said that, his clenched hands betrayed anything but calm.
A genius like this should have belonged to Spirit Hall—to His Holiness the Pope!
On the arena.
Tang San stared at Phainon in midair, his pupils abruptly