Wu Feng's Disfigured Face, Baji Heaven's Fourth Stance: Ice Condensation Blade!

"Wu Feng, fall back! Don't clash head-on with a Soul Ancestor!"

Zhuang Minghui's cultivation broadened Ning Tian's horizons, though she was also an auxiliary-type soul master.

She had always believed that becoming a Soul Elder at twelve meant she had surpassed every auxiliary-type soul master, becoming the highest peak among them, an existence no one could overtake.

But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Shrek would actually have an auxiliary-type soul master who had already reached Soul Ancestor at the age of eleven.

Only now did she understand the saying: there was always someone better, and a heaven beyond heaven.

She wanted Wu Feng to retreat, but it was already too late.

By now, Wu Feng had already used the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda's boost to charge right up in front of Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue, with no time at all to pull back.

The pressure brought by a Soul Ancestor was utterly beyond what a mere little Great Soul Master like her could withstand.

But now, there was no way back.

The second soul ring beneath Wu Feng's feet suddenly lit up.

"Second soul skill, Dragon's Fury!"

Wu Feng roared. The dragon fire rising from her body abruptly turned dark red, and the half-body scale armor she originally wore instantly became as heavy as iron. Red light flared in her eyes, and her left hand had completely transformed into a crimson dragon claw.

With the boost from Dragon's Fury, the heat of her dragon fire instantly rose by a hundred degrees, and the surrounding air twisted and writhed violently under the extreme temperature.

The dragon claw, wrapped in surging heat waves and destructive high temperatures, clawed fiercely at the layer of emerald light.

"Creeeak..."

An ear-piercing scraping sound rang out. Wu Feng was horrified to discover that the dragon fire she had always relied on was forcibly extinguished the instant it touched that green light. Not only that, but a terrifying suction force came from the light barrier, and the soul power inside her body was being forcibly drawn away at an astonishing speed!

"How is this possible!" Wu Feng's face went pale. The second soul skill she was so proud of had actually done nothing at all.

"Since you like using your hands so much, I'll grant you your wish."

Zhuang Minghui's icy voice sounded beside Wu Feng's ear.

The fourth ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath Zhuang Minghui's feet suddenly lit up, and a deep black halo instantly stained half the field.

"Fourth soul skill, Elemental Sublimation!"

"Baji Heaven, Fourth Form—Ice Condensation Blade!"

Extreme ice-attribute soul power condensed at Zhuang Minghui's fingertip, instantly turning into a crystalline ice blade that gave off an eerie blue cold light.

With the enhancement of his fourth soul skill, Elemental Sublimation, all his attributes would rise to extreme attributes. Even his self-created soul skill, Baji Heaven, would receive a boost.

In the original Rainbow Sea, Baji Heaven had never had any so-called fourth form appear; only the first two forms and the Golden Skyline had appeared.

This fourth form was something he had created himself by combining his own comprehension with cultivation in different environments. (At the same time, it was also fanon material this author found.)

"Swish!"

An eerie blue cold gleam drew an almost perfect arc through the air.

Before Wu Feng could even react, that Ice Condensation Blade had already slashed down mercilessly.

In an instant, the extreme ice-attribute soul power tore through the Red Dragon scales on the left side of her face like a maggot clinging to bone.

"Ah!!!" Along with a shrill scream, the cold left an ice-blue wound deep enough to show bone across her right cheek. Even the blood at the wound was instantly frozen, and her entire pretty face turned bluish-purple, disfigured in an instant!

Not only that, the terrifying extreme ice soul power rushed straight into Wu Feng's meridians through the wound.

The Red Dragon martial soul inside her body let out a sorrowful dragon cry.

In that instant, all of Wu Feng's soul power was drained dry, frozen, and her meridians were severely damaged.

Bang!

Wu Feng flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground over ten meters away and passing out on the spot.

The Soul Fighting Arena, which had been noisy before, fell into deathly silence at that moment.

The remaining fifty-eight standing students of Freshman Class 9 were all pale-faced now, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They stared blankly at the slowly pulsing black ten-thousand-year soul ring beneath Zhuang Minghui's feet, then at the emerald energy barrier that did not even have a single crack and had easily withstood the combined attack of all sixty of them. Their minds went completely blank.

"This... how is this possible? It's fake, right? It has to be fake!"

If the one who had attacked had been an assault-type soul master, they still could have accepted it.

But by sheer coincidence, this person just so happened to be an auxiliary-type soul master.

"Wu Feng!"

Ning Tian's expression changed at once, and she hurriedly ran to Wu Feng's side.

Looking at the ice-blue wound on Wu Feng's face, deep enough to reveal bone and still continuously giving off cold air, Ning Tian grew so anxious that her eyes reddened.

The loss of soul power made Ning Tian even more frantic. She quickly dragged Wu Feng out of the Soul Fighting Arena.

This situation could not be delayed. Right now, she regretted deeply that she had not made Wu Feng rein in her temper.

In the audience stands, Mu Jin and the other thirty-seven students fell into a brief, deathly silence upon seeing such a battle unfold.

"This... this is actually a self-created soul skill!" Mu Jin recognized at a glance that the soul skill Zhuang Minghui had just released was a self-created soul skill.

An eleven-year-old auxiliary-type Soul Ancestor, twin martial souls, a self-created soul skill...

Th-this could no longer be described as monstrous!

The way those thirty-seven students looked at Zhuang Minghui was already filled with awe, worship, and absolute submission.

In the world of soul masters, strength was what gave someone the right to speak.

Without strength, one could only stand at the very bottom of the food chain.

After withdrawing his martial soul, Zhuang Minghui calmly looked at the remaining fifty-eight students and said, "Are you still fighting? If not, then get off the stage. Otherwise, I can't guarantee our Young Miss Gu will not do something over the line."

He considered himself quite reasonable.

Teaching Wu Feng a lesson was only to make her learn one as bloody as this.

The only pity was that he had only used a little strength. Originally, he had merely wanted to disfigure Wu Feng a little.

Really.

"I'm not you..." Hearing Zhuang Minghui's words, Gu Yue made a token retort and stepped forward.

The next instant, three dazzling soul rings—yellow, purple, and purple—slowly rose from beneath her feet, and violent elemental fluctuations swept across the entire arena in an instant.

"Her second soul ring is already thousand-year?! She's actually a Soul Elder too!"

The remaining fifty-eight students completely broke down. Their aloof goddess was actually also a Soul Elder!

And moreover, this Soul Elder's aura was countless times stronger than Ning Tian's.

Looking at those two insurmountable mountains before them, the fighting spirit in the students' eyes vanished completely. In the end, under extreme shock, they lowered their heads. "We... admit defeat."

"Clap, clap, clap."

Crisp applause rang out as Mu Jin slowly walked onto the soul arena.

She looked at this group of dejected students and reprimanded them sternly. "I know you are unwilling to accept this, but this is Shrek! You call yourselves noble geniuses, but in front of true monsters, your pride is worthless. Today's battle was meant to wake you up. I hope you take the two of them as your goal, learn from this shame, and rise with courage!"

"Yes, Teacher Mu." Mu Jin's words rang like a great bell, and the students felt them deeply. The despondency in their eyes gradually transformed into blazing fighting spirit.

"All right, this morning's class ends here. Go back and adjust your mindset first. Be on time for class this afternoon. Dismissed!"

As Mu Jin announced the dismissal, the frustrated Class Nine students left one after another with complicated looks, returning to their respective dormitories.

At this moment, on the training field, the students of New Student Class One were braving the scorching sun, drenched in sweat as they collectively ran laps on the crimson track. Heavy footsteps mingled with rough gasps, and under homeroom teacher Zhou Yi's gaze, cold as a blade, the atmosphere seemed especially oppressive.