It Was Just a Sparring Match—They Thought It Was Something Else!

So it was just a sparring match.

That was fine, then. They had been scared to death.

Ye Guyi patted her chest, and the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled.

She knew it. How could Li Changqing possibly be that kind of pervert?

Jiang Nannan also lowered the hand covering her face, let out a long breath, and resumed breathing normally.

The two continued watching the field, their gazes carrying a little more seriousness and curiosity.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon..."

Ye Guyi looked at Bei Bei's martial soul, surprise appearing on her face as she murmured softly, "I didn't expect his martial soul to be the number one beast martial soul in the world. This Bei Bei has been hiding himself quite well."

Jiang Nannan nodded as well, a trace of amazement flashing through her eyes.

Though she had a gentle temperament, as a soul master, she instinctively felt admiration and yearning whenever she saw a powerful martial soul.

And in another patch of shadow beyond their sight, a pair of eyes was quietly watching the battle on the grass.

It was an extremely aged figure, hunched over and leaning on a cane, as though the wind could knock him down at any moment.

Yet at that moment, his eyes shone with astonishing brilliance.

Dragon God Douluo Mu En stood beneath the shadow of a great tree, watching this contest between youngsters with great interest.

In the field, after Bei Bei completed his martial soul possession, his aura surged dramatically.

He loosened his body, his joints crackling, then grinned. "Changqing, watch out!"

The next instant, the first soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up!

"First Soul Skill, Thunderous Dragon Claw!"

Bei Bei thrust out his right arm, his five fingers curling into a claw. Blue-violet lightning condensed at his fingertips into a massive phantom lightning claw that tore through the air and clawed at Li Changqing's chest amid shrill thunder.

If that strike landed solidly, even steel would be torn open with five holes.

Yet Li Changqing still showed no intention of releasing his martial soul.

He merely raised his right hand, spreading his fingers with his palm facing outward.

The next instant, dazzling golden light gathered in his palm, brilliant as a miniature sun and illuminating half the grassland.

Boom—!

Thunderous Dragon Claw collided with the golden light, erupting with an earth-shaking blast.

Violent shockwaves swept in every direction, scattering blades of grass and sending dust flying.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Li Changqing was still standing where he had been, completely unmoved.

Bei Bei, however, staggered back seven or eight steps before barely steadying himself. His right arm was slightly numb, and his eyes were filled with shock.

How was that possible?

Without even releasing his martial soul, he had blocked his First Soul Skill with one hand?

And even knocked him back?

Just how deep was this guy's soul power?

Bei Bei shook his head, suppressing the shock in his heart as his gaze grew even more serious.

He drew a deep breath. Soul power surged through his body once more, and his second and third soul rings lit up in succession!

"Second Soul Skill, Thunderous Myriad Strikes!"

As his words fell, lightning blazed around Bei Bei. Countless blue-violet arcs burst from his body, weaving together in midair into a massive net of electricity.

They then transformed into thick bolts of lightning that bombarded Li Changqing like heavenly punishment!

The power of this attack already rivaled the full-force strike of some Soul Elders.

Hidden in the shadows, both Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan could not help holding their breaths.

And at that very moment, beneath the collective gazes of the three onlookers, Li Changqing finally released his martial soul.

Buzz—!

An indescribably vast aura soared into the heavens from within his body!

Golden light spread like a tide, dyeing the entire grassland in radiant gold.

Unlike the light Ye Guyi possessed, which carried an air of sacred purification.

This aura was purer, deeper, and more ancient.

It seemed to come from the dawn of heaven and earth, containing the fundamental laws governing the cosmos.

That aura far surpassed the ordinary power of light as people understood it.

It was more like pure Dao.

Merit had originally been a reward and safeguard bestowed upon mortals by the Heavenly Dao.

Whether righteous cultivators or demonic cultivators, all sought merit.

Because merit could not only help them improve their cultivation, but also earn them the favor of the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao was impartial, treating all things as straw dogs.

To the Heavenly Dao, it made no difference whether one followed the righteous path or the demonic path.

Under their gazes, the phantom of a massive golden pagoda descended from the sky, enveloping Li Changqing within.

The pagoda had nine levels and was crystal-clear throughout, as though carved from the purest golden crystal.

Countless profound runes and patterns flowed across its surface. At times, they became the sun, moon, and stars; at times, mountains and rivers; at times, dragons, phoenixes, and qilin—ever-changing and boundless in splendor.

The Heavenly Profound and Earthly Yellow Exquisite Pagoda appeared!

Bei Bei's lightning bombardment struck the pagoda.

A rapid series of dull thuds rang out as countless bolts of lightning exploded across its surface. Electric arcs scattered everywhere, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Yet the golden pagoda did not move in the slightest, nor did even a single crack appear.

It was as if that lightning, powerful enough to shatter monuments and split stone, was merely scratching an itch.

The next second, the golden pagoda trembled faintly.

An invisible force rebounded outward.

Bei Bei felt as though a heavy hammer had slammed into his chest. His entire body was sent flying uncontrollably, tracing an arc through the air.

Then, with a thud, he crashed onto the grass and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

He lay facedown on the ground, unable to get up for a long while.

Ye Guyi, hidden in the shadows, was not surprised by this sight in the slightest.

After all, she had personally experienced the terror of that golden pagoda before.

Otherwise, forget about coming here to study—she would have lost her life fighting those evil soul masters.

But Jiang Nannan was completely stunned.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her cherry lips slightly parted. She stood motionless as though frozen, staring at the pagoda in the field bathed in golden light.

This...

What kind of martial soul was this?

How could it be so powerful?

She had seen many martial souls: assault-type, agility attack-type, defense-type, support-type...

But never had any martial soul given her such an overwhelming sense of shock.

It was not merely powerful in terms of strength, but crushing on an entirely different level.

It was as though before that golden pagoda, every other martial soul was inherently inferior.

Meanwhile, beneath the shadows of trees farther away, an unprecedented gleam flashed through Mu En's cloudy old eyes.

The hand gripping his cane trembled slightly.

"Heavenly Profound and Earthly Yellow Exquisite Pagoda... what a Heavenly Profound and Earthly Yellow Exquisite Pagoda..."

He murmured softly, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "This child's martial soul truly is extraordinary."

Though this was the first time he had seen it—and even the first time he had heard of it.

Still, Mu En was a Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo. His insight and experience spoke for themselves.

Naturally, he could sense far more than Ye Guyi and Jiang Nannan.

It seemed the evil soul masters had gained another formidable enemy!