A Saint's Seat! Well Deserved!

He took a deep breath, and the symbiote within his body began to surge violently.

The next second, he drove hard with both legs, stomping two deep craters into the stone arena as he shot toward Xie Yue like a cannonball!

Ning Yuan's method was simple.

Since he couldn't keep up with Xie Yue's speed... he would make up for it with strength!

Ning Yuan's move truly caught Xie Yue off guard.

In such a short time, Ning Yuan had actually managed to keep up with his speed.

And Ning Yuan's frontal combat ability was stronger than his own.

This battle!

It was going to be difficult!

Boom boom boom!!!!

The two of them clashed wildly across the arena.

Xie Yue's Moon Blades sliced through the air like a raging storm, while Ning Yuan relied on Venom's hyper-speed regeneration and powerful physique to endure the damage, all while his black tentacles constantly searched for opportunities to counterattack.

The spectators below were left dumbfounded.

The battle between these two had completely surpassed the scope of a Soul Master duel.

Every collision was like two Soul Beasts fighting to the death, sending shattered stone flying across the center of the arena.

"Ning Yuan... he can actually fight Xie Yue to this extent?"

Yan swallowed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

As members of the Golden Generation, he naturally understood Xie Yue's strength. Xie Yue could fight a Soul Ancestor evenly.

But Ning Yuan was only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster!

And he could do this too?

Heavens!

What kind of monsters were these?

Hu Liena said nothing, but the hand gripping the railing had turned slightly white.

She understood her brother's strength too well. Xie Yue's current state already represented more than ninety percent of his power.

Yet Ning Yuan... had taken it all.

"That's impossible..." Hu Liena murmured. "He only has two rings..."

Just as everyone thought the battle would develop into a war of attrition, the situation in the arena suddenly changed.

After realizing that speed alone could not completely suppress Ning Yuan, Xie Yue chose to change tactics.

He abruptly pulled back, his Moon Blades tracing an arc before him as blood-red Soul Power condensed into an enormous crescent-shaped blade of light.

"Third Soul Skill! Moon Shadow Break!"

This was Xie Yue's full-power strike.

The blood-red blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, slashing toward Ning Yuan at an astonishing speed!

This was Xie Yue's strongest attack.

By his judgment, Ning Yuan could not possibly take this move head-on.

He would choose to dodge, and Xie Yue could use that opening to follow up and secure the victory.

Yet, to everyone's surprise...

Ning Yuan did not dodge.

He stood where he was, facing the massive blood-red blade, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a smile that seemed to say he had expected this all along.

The instant Xie Yue saw that smile, his heart skipped a beat.

Something was wrong!

He had fallen into a trap!

The next second, Ning Yuan clenched his right hand.

"Second Soul Skill! Killing Demon Pattern!"

A black, spiderweb-like energy abruptly burst from his palm, spreading in all directions at an unbelievable speed!

Xie Yue's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to pull back, but having just unleashed his full-power attack, he was caught in the moment when his old force had yet to fade and new force had yet to arise. There was no time to adjust his position.

That enormous black web descended like an inescapable net, instantly wrapping Xie Yue within it!

"This is..."

Xie Yue struggled to cut through the black web with his Moon Blades, only to find it extraordinarily tough. Even with his Moon Blades cutting at full force, he could only leave shallow marks on it.

What alarmed him even more was that the Man Faced Demon Spider toxin clinging to the web's surface was continuously corroding his Soul Power, emitting a sizzling sound.

Xie Yue was in immense pain.

In the stands, the corners of Bibi Dong's lips lifted slightly.

"The toxin attached to his second soul skill—even Yue Guan said that even four-ringed Soul Ancestors would find it difficult to withstand."

And at that moment, the most shocking scene on the arena had only just begun.

After trapping Xie Yue, Ning Yuan slowly walked toward him.

But something even stranger happened.

Before everyone's eyes, Ning Yuan's ferocious black head slowly split open along the centerline of his face.

One half of his face was Ning Yuan's original appearance: the handsome face of a young man, bearing a calm smile.

The other half was Venom's ferocious, horrifying monster face, with pale fangs exposed, rolled-white eyeballs, and twisted muscular textures.

The two faces shared one body.

Ning Yuan bent down, approaching Xie Yue on the ground.

"Senior Brother Xie Yue, I won this battle!"

Ning Yuan's voice was mixed with Venom's rough, hoarse tone.

It made everyone's scalp tingle.

Xie Yue was tightly bound by the black web, half-kneeling on the ground. He looked up at the hellish sight before him, his pupils trembling violently.

He even forgot to keep struggling, merely staring fixedly at that half-human, half-monster face.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"...What exactly are you?"

Xie Yue's voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief.

Ning Yuan—or rather, Venom—slowly bent down and moved close to Xie Yue.

The human eye and the monster eye gazed at him at the same time.

Then, the two mouths on the left and right opened simultaneously. Their voices overlapped like a dual chorus, low and hoarse, yet carrying a bizarre harmony that sent chills down one's spine.

"We..."

"...are Venom."

The entire venue fell silent.

No one knew whether they should cheer or be afraid.

Ning Yuan had indeed defeated Xie Yue head-on. His position as the Holy Son was now unshakable.

But at this moment, he looked far too much like a monster.

A face split down the middle—the sight was simply too bizarre.

When faced with the unknown, people's first reaction was often fear.

Not only the audience, even the referee on the stage had been so shocked by Ning Yuan's display that he stood rooted in place.

He had forgotten to announce the result.

Above them, Bibi Dong parted her crimson lips.

"The victor has been decided. Are you not going to announce the result?"

Her voice carried Soul Power, instantly snapping the referee back to his senses.

"The match is over! The winner is Ning Yuan!"

Ning Yuan withdrew from his Martial Soul possession state and dismissed his soul rings, releasing Xie Yue.

Xie Yue's face was pale. Ning Yuan's second soul skill had tormented him badly just now.

Xie Yue forced himself to stand and steadied his breathing.

"Ning Yuan... no! Lord Holy Son, you truly are formidable. I was simply inferior in skill. Congratulations on truly becoming the Holy Son!"

Those congratulations came from the bottom of his heart.

Ning Yuan replied calmly, "I also had some tricks up my sleeve in this battle. Senior Brother Xie Yue, thank you for letting me win."

However, the fighting spirit in Xie Yue's eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

"Ever since I was called one of the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall, I really have been led astray by empty fame, believing myself invincible among those of the same rank."

"But today, you woke me up. After I return, I will cultivate even harder. We will fight again another day. Next time, I will not lose!"

After saying that, Xie Yue walked off the arena without looking back.

Watching Xie Yue's departing figure, Ning Yuan inexplicably felt a headache coming on.

Why did Xie Yue seem like an even crazier battle maniac than Yan?