Martial Soul Fusion Skill? Shattered at a Touch!

Zhu Lu's cat ears twitched. She promptly released Xiao Xiao, her figure flashing as she darted toward Dai Huabin.

Jiang Ziming stood there with great interest, shielding Xiao Xiao and Wang Donger behind him as he watched Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu embrace.

The next instant, their soul power fused with a thunderous boom!

A powerful fluctuation of soul power erupted from their bodies!

The phantom of a White Tiger appeared around Dai Huabin, while the phantom of a Netherworld Spirit Cat appeared around Zhu Lu.

The two phantoms intertwined and entwined in the air before finally merging into an entirely new form.

A colossal tiger phantom covered in stripes, its eyes glowing with an eerie light!

Netherworld White Tiger!

A powerful pressure spread outward with the two of them at its center. Even those seated in the front rows of the stands could feel the oppressive force.

The audience was stunned.

"Holy shit! A martial soul fusion skill!"

"Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu actually had something like this? They never used it against the other teams before!"

"Looks like they've been pushed into a corner... They couldn't keep it hidden for long in the finals."

"But seriously, this martial soul fusion skill's pressure is insanely strong... Can Jiang Ziming stop it?"

"Hard to say. A martial soul fusion skill isn't as simple as one plus one equals two. Dai Huabin is already a three-ring Soul Elder, and with Zhu Lu's support, this might be close to the power of a four-ring Soul Ancestor."

"I think Jiang Ziming definitely has a way. Didn't you see how relaxed he looks? He's not panicking at all."

"Nice, a two-ring taking on a three-ring martial soul fusion skill. So the advantage is mine, huh?"

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Netherworld White Tiger!!!"

Dai Huabin shouted himself hoarse.

Before his voice had even faded, an enormous white tiger eight meters long erupted into existence!

Its body was covered in black-and-white stripes, its eyes glowing eerily. Opening its blood-filled jaws, it unleashed an earth-shaking roar, then leaped into the air on all four paws and pounced at Jiang Ziming with an unstoppable force!

The powerful soul power whipped up a gale, sending the ends of the two girls' hair behind the young man fluttering through the air.

Xiao Xiao's face turned pale, and she hurriedly tried to control the Three Lives Soul-Calming Cauldron to block the attack for Jiang Ziming.

But a warm hand gently caught her wrist.

Xiao Xiao froze and lowered her head.

Jiang Ziming was calmly holding her fair little hand, his gaze remaining fixed on the enormous tiger rushing toward them.

He slowly raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand, its tip pointing straight ahead.

"Second Soul Skill—Imperial Sword Breaks All Techniques!!!"

Boom!!!

The next instant, even fiercer soul power burst from the young man's sword!

The glow around the Xuanyuan Sword surged explosively, transforming into a massive, ancient talisman that slowly unfolded in midair.

Profound patterns crisscrossed its surface, radiating a vast aura that seemed to come from the ancient dragon clan itself. It resembled a gaping maw, waiting for its prey to deliver itself inside.

Everyone in the audience held their breath.

They could already imagine the terrifying shockwave that would erupt when the White Tiger collided with the Xuanyuan Sword.

Yet something utterly astonishing happened.

The enormous Netherworld White Tiger, at the very instant it reached the talisman...

Though it was merely a phantom formed from condensed soul power, it seemed to come alive.

In those tiger eyes glowing with eerie light, an intensely human fear emerged!

It opened its jaws and let out a shrill cry, then violently twisted in midair, tucked its tail between its legs, and tried to flee!

It was afraid?

A ferocious beast condensed from soul power was actually afraid of that sword?

But the talisman gave it no chance to escape.

The next second, the gigantic White Tiger seemed to have fallen into the eye of a hurricane. It screamed in terror as an invisible force drew it in and dragged it without mercy into the talisman.

Its massive body began to disintegrate and collapse the instant it touched the talisman, turning into scattered streams of soul-power light that were completely devoured.

In the blink of an eye, the majestic Netherworld White Tiger had vanished completely.

As if it had never existed at all.

In an instant.

On the vast competition stage, only the ancient talisman emitting a faint glow remained...

Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, still blankly holding each other, their faces practically spelling out, "I've seen a ghost"...

Wang Donger and Xiao Xiao, their eyes trembling slightly...

And Jiang Ziming, standing calmly with his sword raised.

The air fell silent for a second.

Then the audience erupted in unprecedented cries of astonishment.

"Bro? I... I didn't see that wrong, did I? Such a huge White Tiger got sucked right in?!"

"That was a martial soul fusion skill! Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu combined their soul power, and it got neutralized by one sword strike?"

"It wasn't neutralized—it was straight-up swallowed... That White Tiger didn't even get a chance to resist before the talisman sucked it in!"

"What the hell is Jiang Ziming's second soul skill? It can even break a martial soul fusion skill?"

"I thought he was going to clash head-on with it, but he just ate their martial soul fusion skill like it was a snack..."

"Dai Huabin's mentality has probably collapsed by now. His trump card got eaten by one sword strike. Who wouldn't lose it?"

"This is absurd, seriously absurd... How did this batch of freshmen produce such a monster?"

Jiang Ziming chuckled as he sheathed his sword. The talisman in the air dispersed as well, turning into motes of light that melted into the air.

He looked toward Dai Huabin, who was so shocked he was nearly unconscious, and a mocking smile curled across his lips.

"What's wrong? The martial soul fusion skill that the young master of the ducal estate poured everything into alongside a woman was just a little paper tiger?"

He paused, his tone full of undisguised contempt.

"Shattered at a touch?"

Dai Huabin came back to his senses, veins bulging across his face as he prepared to explode.

But before he could speak, Zhu Lu beside him had already moved.

Her body became a black afterimage, the phantom of the Netherworld Spirit Cat appearing behind her. Its ghostly green cat eyes gleamed coldly under the sunlight.

Sharp cat claws sprang from her fingertips, and with a piercing rush of wind, she charged straight at the young man opposite her.

In her eyes, Jiang Ziming had just used such a powerful defensive soul skill, so he must have expended a great deal.

Wang Donger and Xiao Xiao were not in good shape either.

Now was the perfect chance to finish him off!

Seeing Zhu Lu suddenly attack again, many in the audience couldn't help crying out in alarm.

"Zhu Lu just unleashed her ultimate move, and she's going in again!"

"Jiang Ziming just fired off a big move. He's in his weak period now, so Zhu Lu picked the right time to dive in!"

"But the question is... does a guy like Jiang Ziming really have a weak period?"

"To be fair, Zhu Lu's Netherworld Spirit Cat is an agility attack-type martial soul. She's incredibly fast. If Jiang Ziming reacts even half a beat too slowly, she might actually succeed!"

Yet Jiang Ziming did not even use a soul skill.

He merely released a trace of the Xuanyuan Sword's soul power and lightly extended his left hand.

The motion looked leisurely, as though he were casually reaching out to catch a falling leaf.

But Zhu Lu felt as if the space before her eyes had twisted in that instant.

She had clearly locked onto Jiang Ziming's throat. She should have been able to press her cat claws against his neck the very next second...