The Holy Son's Contest! Ning Yuan VS Xie Yue!

Everyone turned toward the voice, only to discover that the speaker was Xie Yue, the strongest member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation!

This caught many people completely off guard.

In their impression, Xie Yue was aloof and indifferent to fame and status.

A few years ago, Bibi Dong had even wanted to appoint him as the Holy Son, but he had given up that opportunity.

Yet this time, he had voluntarily challenged Ning Yuan. It was truly unexpected.

Seeing her disciple step forward this time, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

That boy Xie Yue had finally gotten serious.

When Hu Liena saw her brother step onto the stage as well, her hands began to itch.

"I didn't expect even my brother, someone who cares so little about fame and status, to step up. I want to give it a try too."

Yan spoke leisurely from the side.

"Hu Liena, wake up. This is a Holy Son challenge, not a Holy Maiden challenge!"

"Besides, you're already the Holy Maiden. What are you joining in for?"

Hu Liena felt as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her in public.

She said somewhat irritably, "What? Looking down on girls?"

Yan hurriedly waved his hands in denial.

What a joke. He could not afford to wear that label.

Ning Yuan was also somewhat surprised that Xie Yue had stepped up now.

He knew more or less about Xie Yue.

The strongest attack-type battle Soul Master of Spirit Hall's generation.

He was about to advance to a four-ringed Soul Ancestor.

He was considerably stronger than Yan.

Moreover, he was a Soul Master who excelled in speed.

He somewhat countered Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan cupped his hands in greeting to show his respect.

Xie Yue returned the gesture as well.

"Junior Brother Ning Yuan, your strength is indeed formidable. At your age, I was not as strong as you."

Xie Yue admitted it openly.

"But I still want to try. If I don't step up this time, it will become my greatest regret."

"So in this battle, I will use my full strength!"

Xie Yue's fighting spirit surged.

Feeling Xie Yue's fighting spirit, Ning Yuan also became serious.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Xie Yue. I will also go all out in this battle."

After hearing their exchange, everyone below instantly felt things become interesting.

One was the strongest member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

The other was a promising newcomer who had risen like a dark horse.

Both were immensely strong, so who would claim victory in this match?

The people below began placing their bets. Some had even privately opened betting pools in the stands, wagering on which of them would win.

Judging by the odds, Xie Yue was at 1:1, while Ning Yuan was at 1:1.8.

It seemed that the majority supported Xie Yue.

"Xie Yue is the strongest among your disciples, right? I wonder who would win between him and that little fellow Ning Yuan."

"But no matter who loses, it'll have quite an impact on you, won't it?"

Qian Daoliu continued firing away steadily.

Bibi Dong remained seated upright upon her throne, ignoring him.

"The match begins."

The moment the referee's words fell, Xie Yue vanished from where he stood.

No pointless talk, no probing. The instant he moved, he went all out.

"Watch out!"

Xie Yue called out a warning.

Ning Yuan's pupils contracted as he instinctively dodged to the left.

A blood-red blade flashed past his shoulder, slicing off several strands of hair and leaving a faint crimson afterimage in the air.

So fast!

A wave of lingering fear rose in Ning Yuan's heart.

A speed-specialized assault-type Soul Master like Xie Yue truly countered him somewhat at the moment.

Although Venom's possession granted tremendous strength, it still could not quite keep up with Xie Yue when it came to speed, especially when Xie Yue was going all out.

Ning Yuan turned serious and immediately released his soul rings.

The moment two purple thousand-year soul rings appeared.

The entire audience sucked in a breath.

"Purple? Thousand-year? First soul ring?"

They could understand each of those three terms on their own.

But put together, they were completely baffled.

No! What kind of person started with a thousand-year first soul ring?!

Was that even right?

That was not right!

Seeing the stunned expressions around her, Hu Liena could not have felt more pleased.

At last, someone understood how she had felt back in Qingyuan Village.

Upon seeing Ning Yuan's two purple thousand-year soul rings, Qian Daoliu could no longer remain composed.

With a bang, he shot to his feet from his chair.

His gaze locked firmly onto Ning Yuan on the arena.

"This... this is why you made him the Holy Son?"

As one of the strongest people in the world, Qian Daoliu naturally understood what it meant for someone's first soul ring to be a thousand-year one.

He felt some regret that Bibi Dong had discovered Ning Yuan first.

Meanwhile, seeing Qian Daoliu lose his composure, Bibi Dong felt rather smug.

That old man opposed her at every turn normally. At last, she could collect a little interest first.

Ning Yuan, you've really made me proud.

I'll have to reward you properly later!

The instant Ning Yuan revealed his soul rings, Xie Yue froze for a moment.

It was far too unreasonable.

But this was a match, and he could not afford to lose focus.

Whatever questions he had could wait until after the match.

The soul rings beneath Ning Yuan's feet flashed.

"First Soul Skill! Symbiosis: Poison Blade!"

Several black tentacles shot out from behind Ning Yuan, their tips condensing jet-black bone spikes as they lashed toward Xie Yue like venomous snakes.

Everyone was curious just how powerful a thousand-year first soul skill would be.

It had to be said that Xie Yue truly deserved to be the foremost member of the Golden Generation. His reaction speed was incredibly fast.

In that split second, his body drifted like a falling leaf, weaving nimbly through the gaps between the tentacles.

Venom's tentacles struck the arena beneath them, piercing straight into the stone bricks. The areas they hit were rapidly corroded.

"Hiss..."

Seeing the power of that move, Xie Yue felt a chill of fear.

If he had not specialized in speed, that single strike would have been enough to defeat him.

But...

"Is this the Holy Son's strength?" Xie Yue's voice came from the side. "If your speed is only at this level, then this battle... should be over."

Before his words had even faded, Xie Yue, wielding his curved blades, accelerated once more.

As Soul Power poured into them, his Moon Blades erupted with dazzling blood-red light. He became like a crimson bolt of lightning, stabbing straight toward Ning Yuan's center.

"Not good!"

"Ning Yuan is in danger!"

That strike had been too fast—so fast that even Ning Yuan's dynamic vision could only catch a fleeting afterimage.

Clang!!!

Ning Yuan crossed his arms, and the black symbiote condensed into a thick shield before him, forcibly blocking Xie Yue's attack.

Yet the impact still jolted his body back a step, his feet plowing two shallow grooves into the arena floor.

In the stands, Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "That child Xie Yue has honed his speed to the extreme. For a three-ring Soul Elder to achieve such speed... Bibi Dong, you've taught him well."

Bibi Dong did not respond. Her gaze remained fixed on the small black figure at the center of the arena.

She believed in Ning Yuan. That boy had never disappointed anyone.

"What?"

After failing to land his strike, Xie Yue immediately retreated.

He was somewhat shocked by Ning Yuan's formidable defense. An ordinary Soul Master struck by that move would have been seriously injured even if they survived.

Yet Ning Yuan had merely taken one step back?

What kind of monster was this?

[Oh-ho! This little hothead sure knows how to make those blades dance! I like it! Venom hasn't run into an opponent who can serve as a warm-up in ages! Hey, little Ning Yuan, can you handle it? If not, let me take over. I guarantee I'll twist those two little kitchen knives of his into pretzels!]

[Forget it, he's mine. You're not allowed to steal him!]

On the arena, Ning Yuan shook out his arms, which had gone numb from the impact. For the first time, his gaze at Xie Yue turned serious.

"His speed is indeed faster than mine..." he murmured. "But if we're competing in speed, I'm not slow either."