On the Spirit Arena, a pair of twin sisters in cheongsams stepped onto the stage.
One held up a sign, while the other spoke through a loudspeaker.
The moment they took the stage, they drew quite a few gazes.
They had sizzling figures, and they were twins to boot.
"Welcome, everyone. Today's spirit battle will be a little different."
"The first contestant is Tian Yue Shuanghan, a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He is a level fifteen Soul Master, and his Martial Soul is the Frost Sword!"
"The second contestant is the Golden-Winged Fire Dragon from the Crown Prince's Residence. He is a level thirteen Soul Master, and his Martial Soul is the Sacred Angel!"
As soon as those words fell—
Everyone was stunned.
"Sacred Angel?"
"What kind of Martial Soul is that? I've only heard of the Six-Winged Angel. Could Spirit Hall have sent a young disciple out for training?"
"Please welcome both contestants!" the woman in the cheongsam shouted.
The twin sisters began to leave the Spirit Arena.
A nine-year-old boy leaped onto the Spirit Arena. He stood ramrod straight in the disciple uniform of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, carrying an air of pride.
Immediately afterward, Jiang Nanchen walked step by step onto the platform. When everyone saw that he was a six-year-old child, an uproar broke out, followed by stunned silence.
What shocked them was not that he was six, but that he already possessed level thirteen Soul Power at six years old. It was simply a ridiculous joke!
Jiang Qingyu's golden eyes, dazzling golden hair, and delicate fair skin were all striking.
"Three years younger than me. Looks like I'll win this battle easily today."
"If that happens, my standing in the sect will rise."
As a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, if Qin Tianhan could defeat a disciple from the Crown Prince's Residence, it would certainly bring glory to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi was a shrewd sect master by nature. When it came to such matters, he would certainly reward and punish fairly.
"Hey, aren't you a little too confident?"
Jiang Qingyu shook his head.
Why was he already grinning like an idiot?
Why did this Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple think he had already won before the battle had even begun?
Did he really take him for an ordinary three-year-old child?
"Confident?"
"I am somewhat confident. You've only just obtained your Soul Ring. Your talent is excellent, but my more than three years of experience and combat experience are not something you can compare to."
Qin Tianhan believed himself stronger than a six-year-old child.
The kid opposite him had to possess Innate Full Soul Power, but he lacked combat experience. How could he possibly defeat him?
"Then come on!"
Jiang Nanchen became slightly interested.
"Then come on!" Qin Tianhan snorted coldly as the Frost Sword appeared in his right hand.
A chill spread outward, and Qin Tianhan's aura began to turn icy.
His first Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet.
Jiang Nanchen released his Martial Soul. Brilliant golden light illuminated the entire arena, and the phantom of the Sacred Angel appeared. A pair of golden wings slowly unfolded behind him, while an Angel Sacred Sword appeared in his right hand.
"What a dazzling Martial Soul!"
"The Angel Martial Soul is so beautiful!"
Many people sighed in admiration. It had already been many years since they had last seen an Angel Martial Soul.
In the VIP viewing room, Ning Rongrong widened her eyes in envy. "So pretty! Dad, can I have a Martial Soul like that too?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi eagerly.
"I'm afraid not. A Martial Soul like that is awakened as an angel."
Ning Fengzhi smiled.
A Martial Soul was not a toy. If Martial Souls could truly be bought with money, he would be willing to spend five treasures of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to buy an Angel Martial Soul.
That way, it could be passed down as well, but such a thing was simply impossible on the continent.
"Okay." Ning Rongrong was somewhat disappointed.
Chen Xin and Gu Rong watched the Angel Martial Soul.
Gu Rong was filled with emotion.
Chen Xin, however, sank into memories. Back then, his father had challenged Qian Daoliu, and he had witnessed the terrifying power of the Angel Martial Soul.
It was absolute suppression. The disparity between Martial Souls could be seen clearly as well.
"Damn, the true form is oppressive, but I still have to beat you!"
"Die!"
Qin Tianhan gripped the Frost Sword tightly, stepped forward, and thrust his sword out.
A trail of frost remained on the ground in its wake.
Jiang Nanchen also wanted to test just how strong he was. After Martial Soul Possession, a pair of wings grew from his back.
With a grasp through thin air, the Angel Sacred Sword was clenched tightly in his right hand.
Flapping his wings, he flew toward Qin Tianhan.
His speed added to Jiang Nanchen's force.
The Angel Sacred Sword collided with the Frost Sword.
Clang!
Qin Tianhan's arm began to tremble.
"What tremendous strength. You're no ordinary opponent!"
Qin Tianhan felt Jiang Nanchen's strength. It was far beyond normal. What had this guy eaten? His Martial Soul was at most two or three hundred years old—how could he be this strong?
Jiang Nanchen sneered. "You're only realizing it now, but it's too late!"
Jiang Nanchen suddenly exerted force again, his wings flapping continuously behind him.
Before everyone's eyes, Qin Tianhan's body began to retreat as Jiang Nanchen gradually suppressed him.
In an instant, Qin Tianhan's strength ebbed away like a receding tide. Jiang Nanchen seized that opening and kicked him flying.
Qin Tianhan rolled several times across the ground before finally stopping.
Qin Tianhan rose to his feet in a miserable state, his expression ugly, but he no longer dared to underestimate Jiang Nanchen.
"First Soul Skill, Frost Moon Splitting Slash!"
Qin Tianhan's attributes rose by twenty percent. He leaped into the air, tracing an arc through the sky as his crescent-like Frost Sword slashed toward Jiang Nanchen.
This time, Jiang Nanchen did not dodge. He also unleashed his first Soul Skill, Flamewing Tiger Soul Strike.
His angel wings instantly ignited, transforming into burning golden wings.
His right hand was enveloped in holy light and flames, condensing an energy blast in the shape of a tiger's head that shot toward Qin Tianhan.
The extreme heat made Qin Tianhan freeze the instant he came into contact with the attack. In the next instant, an explosion erupted in midair.
Smoke immediately billowed outward.
Ning Fengzhi frowned. "Flames and holy light—this boy's first Soul Skill is truly peculiar."
It looked like nothing more than an energy blast, but to Qin Tianhan, it was a deadly threat.
The flames' terrifying heat was completely beyond what Qin Tianhan's body could endure.
His Martial Soul was immediately countered.
"Though it isn't a Six-Winged Angel, an Angel Martial Soul is still immensely powerful. I thought they would be evenly matched, but his first Soul Skill actually has a fire attribute."
Chen Xin shook his head inwardly.
"A loss is a loss. There are no weak wielders of Angel Martial Souls." Gu Rong smiled.
Everyone watched the Spirit Arena as Qin Tianhan fell out of the smoke. He was battered all over and clearly badly injured, yet he still struggled to stand.
"You're hard to kill. You can still stand!"
Jiang Nanchen found it somewhat troublesome.
"I won't lose!"
Qin Tianhan shouted, "Do you think you can kill me?"
Jiang Nanchen flew into the air and looked down at Qin Tianhan. "Since you're so confident, I'll give you another strike."
Jiang Nanchen wrapped himself in his wings and, in that instant, tried to condense a small portion of the Fire Dragon King's flame power onto the Angel Sacred Sword.
If it worked, that would be perfect. Even if it failed, it would still be an attempt.
Flame power began to gather, eventually converging onto the Angel Sacred Sword.
The sacred sword burst into blazing flames.
"It actually worked!"
Jiang Nanchen was overjoyed.
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