Crimson-Gold Fire Cauldrons, Battle Over!

The moment her words fell, the air above the arena boiled.

Ning Tian swiftly brought her hands together before her chest, palms turning upward.

A dazzling seven-colored halo shot skyward from her fair palms, dispelling some of the oppressive air above the arena.

Within that intoxicating seven-colored radiance, a crystalline seven-tiered pagoda, like a precious treasure, spun into view.

Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—spiraled upward from beneath the pagoda's base, bathing her gentle and dignified features in radiant light and lending her an inviolable air of holiness.

"Seven Treasures turn forth with glazed light." Ning Tian parted her red lips, her clear and pleasant soul incantation echoing across the arena with a peculiar rhythm.

"Seven Treasures have names. First: speed! Seven Treasures have names. Third: strength!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floating in midair instantly erupted with brilliant light.

The first yellow soul ring and third purple soul ring lit up simultaneously. Four solid, dazzling streams of colored light shot forth like meteors, accurately entering Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er's bodies ahead.

With the full support of this weapon spirit, hailed as the continent's greatest support-type spirit, Wu Feng and Nanmen Yun'er's auras surged wildly, forcefully rising to the Soul Elder realm.

Wu Feng threw back her head, her short fiery-red hair standing on end as she let out a highly piercing dragon roar.

Fiery-red scales instantly covered the left half of her body, while violent crimson flames blazed around her. Even the surrounding air warped from the heat, crackling sharply.

Her fighting spirit soared as she fixed her gaze on Wang Dong across from her.

In her eyes, the heart of this duel was a head-on clash between assault-type soul masters.

As long as she used Soul Elder-level power to tear Wang Dong apart, victory would be assured.

Wu Feng bent her knees slightly, and the hard Diamond Rock slabs beneath her feet instantly burst into dense spiderweb cracks.

She transformed into a burning red meteor, carrying a scorching wave of heat capable of flattening mountains and overturning seas as she charged straight at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong stood still, the blue-gold wings of her Light Goddess Butterfly behind her flowing with blinding crimson-gold light along their edges under the infusion of Yun Dong Power.

Facing Wu Feng's ferocious charge, Wang Dong's lips curled into a mocking smile.

She lightly tapped the ground with her toes, then fiercely beat her wings downward.

She shot into the air, becoming a dazzling streak of light that traced a beautiful arc through the sky, perfectly evading Wu Feng's overwhelmingly forceful frontal charge.

She suddenly accelerated in midair like a fighter jet locked onto its target, heading directly for Ning Tian, who was providing support in the rear, and Nanmen Yun'er, who stood ready beside her.

With her target suddenly gone, Wu Feng's charge came to an abrupt halt.

Her soles scraped long scorch marks across the arena.

She blankly raised her head, staring at the blue-gold figure flying away overhead, her face filled with disbelief.

An assault-type soul master actually avoided a challenge and fled from battle?

What kind of tactic was that?

"Forget about her for now!" Ning Tian remained calm in the face of danger, immediately changing their tactical deployment. Her voice was cool and clear.

"We'll hold off Wang Dong first. You go take care of those two on the other side!"

At her captain's command, light returned to Wu Feng's eyes.

She spun around, her gaze locking onto Yun Yi and Xiao Xiao at the other end of the arena.

On the tactical board for this match, Yun Yi was a soul master labeled "support-type," while Xiao Xiao was a control-type soul master.

With the dual boosts of speed and strength from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Wu Feng's explosive power was terrifying.

She strode forward in great steps, every footfall leaving behind a charred, scorched print as the distance closed rapidly.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters!

Watching the two of them remain standing there without budging, Wu Feng sneered inwardly.

These two must have been scared witless by this lady's Soul Elder-level aura. They've even forgotten to turn around and run.

Just as she raised her left arm covered in red dragon scales, preparing to swing her dragon claw and shred the fragile defense before her, three sharp whistles tore through the air.

Three ancient, heavy black cauldrons descended from above. With three deafening booms, they smashed down in a triangular formation across Wu Feng's path.

Strange patterns of ancient ferocious beasts were carved across the cauldrons' surfaces, and crimson-gold flames now flickered over those patterns.

They were Xiao Xiao's Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldrons.

Before the match, Yun Yi had deliberately leaned close to whisper into her ear, then lightly grasped her wrist, silently attaching a thread of the origin power of ultimate fire firmly onto the surfaces of the Soul Suppressing Cauldrons.

Wu Feng stopped, looking at the flaming cauldrons blocking her path as she disdainfully lifted her chin.

Some worthless scrap metal summoned by a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster dared to block a Soul Elder-level assault?

What a ridiculous dream!

Such petty tricks were utterly worthless before absolute strength.

The first yellow soul ring beneath her feet lit up instantly.

"Dragonfire!"

Wu Feng took a deep breath, her chest swelling high before she suddenly opened her mouth and spewed out an incomparably thick pillar of crimson flame.

The fire pillar roared as it crashed toward the foremost Soul Suppressing Cauldron, intending to force it back.

To everyone's surprise, the expected scene of sparks flying and the cauldron being blasted away never occurred.

The instant Wu Feng's red dragon fire touched the thin layer of crimson-gold flame on the cauldron's surface, a bizarre sight unfolded.

That menacing crimson fire pillar, powerful enough to melt gold and iron, was like a rebellious minister encountering a monarch. Without even the slightest chance to struggle, it directly collapsed and dissipated, ultimately being devoured completely by that seemingly weak layer of crimson-gold flame.

Wu Feng was utterly dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at the sight before her, her mind completely empty.

How had her prized Dragonfire vanished for no reason?

But Xiao Xiao gave her no chance to catch her breath.

The young girl rapidly formed hand seals with both hands, her gaze focused.

The three Soul Suppressing Cauldrons spun violently in midair, closing in on Wu Feng with an overwhelming, crushing weight.

The crimson-gold flames on their surfaces swelled in the wind, baking the surrounding air until it crackled.

The intense sense of danger made every hair on Wu Feng's body stand on end.

She knew she absolutely could not let herself be trapped by these three bizarre cauldrons. She had to end this quickly.

The second yellow soul ring beneath her feet flared brightly, and a powerful surge of Soul Power once again whipped up a fierce gale.

"Dragon's Wrath!"

Wu Feng let out a hysterical roar.

Her offensive and defensive attributes underwent a second explosive increase at that moment.

The originally crimson dragonfire rapidly deepened into an extremely dangerous dark red, its temperature soaring so violently that even the ground around her began to melt.

The sleeve around her left arm shredded inch by inch. Her entire arm completely transformed into a dragon limb, becoming a savage dragon claw covered in dark-red scales, its tips gleaming with a chilling light.

"Break!"

Wu Feng raised her dragon claw high and brought it down fiercely upon the first Soul Suppressing Cauldron rushing toward her, carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The moment the dark-red dragon claw collided with the Soul Suppressing Cauldron, another change occurred.

The crimson-gold flames on the cauldron's surface wildly spread up along the dragon claw.

Then Wu Feng felt the dark-red dragonfire within her body abruptly stop circulating.

The fire-element power belonging to the red dragon collapsed and disintegrated under the suppression of ultimate fire, as though its soul had been ripped away.

She could even clearly feel her prized martial soul trembling and wailing wildly in the depths of her mind. Even maintaining her half-dragon possession state became exceptionally difficult.

The hard scales on her left arm flickered in and out of existence, on the verge of falling apart at any moment.

With her strength drained away in an instant, Wu Feng's earthshaking claw strike became limp and powerless.

Xiao Xiao seized this once-in-a-lifetime opening. She fiercely pressed both hands downward, determination filling her delicate face.

"Cauldron Shock!"

"Bzzzz—!"

The Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldrons released a deep, majestic hum at the same time.

Visible black soundwaves mixed with deadly flecks of crimson-gold fire slammed viciously into Wu Feng, whose possession state had become extremely unstable.

A powerful wave of dizziness rushed into her mind, and the world before Wu Feng's eyes instantly spun.

It felt as if several giant bells had been struck beside her ears. Her body swayed violently twice, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, falling into a dazed state and losing all ability to resist.

At the other end of the arena, the battle was likewise a one-sided rout.

With Yun Dong Power amplifying her, Wang Dong's speed and attack power had long surpassed the limits of what Nanmen Yun'er could endure.

The speed of Nanmen Yun'er's prized Jade Greenbird martial soul was useless before those crimson-gold butterfly wings. Every attempt to evade was cut off in advance.

After only a few exchanges, Nanmen Yun'er was sent flying off the arena by a fierce Wing Guillotine from Wang Dong, crashing onto the grass.

Having lost her frontline protection, Ning Tian could not mount any effective defense against Wang Dong, who shone brilliantly like a descending war goddess.

The light of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared dim and weak beneath the crimson-gold holy pressure.

When Wu Feng painfully regained consciousness from her daze and forcefully shook her throbbing head before opening her eyes, everything had already been settled.

She raised her head and met Wang Dong's pink-blue eyes.

Wang Dong hovered in the air above her, her crimson-gold butterfly wings fully spread and blocking out the sunlight. She was ready at any moment to launch a fatal strike and blast Wu Feng completely out of the arena.

Wu Feng gritted her teeth, both hands digging fiercely into the stone slabs beneath her. Just as she was about to force herself up and continue fighting desperately—

"We surrender."

Ning Tian's calm yet somewhat bitter voice came clearly from the edge of the arena.

As captain, she knew better than anyone that the defeat was already certain. Continuing to struggle pointlessly would only bring more injuries and might even affect their future rankings.

The referee blew the whistle and loudly declared the match over.

All strength instantly drained from Wu Feng's body, and she slumped to the ground.

She lowered her proud head, her face filled with dejection and unwillingness.

As she left the arena, she cast one more fearful glance back.

The three black Soul Suppressing Cauldrons beside Xiao Xiao had already been withdrawn.

Yet in Wu Feng's mind, the crimson-gold flames that had silently burned upon those cauldrons had become an inescapable nightmare. The trembling that came from the depths of her soul made even recalling it require immense courage.