Against a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Disciple

On the Soul Fighting Platform, a pair of twin sisters dressed in qipaos 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 stunning figures, and they were twins.

"Welcome, everyone. Today's soul fight will be a little different."

"The first contestant is Tian Yue Shuanghan, a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He is a fifteenth-level 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 thirteenth-level Soul Master, and his martial soul is the Sacred Angel!"

As soon as those words fell—

Everyone was shocked.

"Sacred Angel?"

"What kind of martial soul is that? I've only heard of the Six-Winged Angel. Could Spirit Hall have sent out a young disciple to train?"

"Please welcome both contestants!" the woman in the qipao shouted.

The twin sisters began to leave the Soul Fighting Platform.

A nine-year-old boy leaped onto the platform. He stood tall and straight in the uniform of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple, carrying an air of pride about him.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Nanchen walked onto the arena step by step. When the crowd saw that he was a six-year-old child, an uproar broke out before they fell silent in a daze.

What astonished them was not that he was six, but that he already possessed thirteen levels of Soul Power at six years old. It was simply unbelievable!

Jiang Qingyu's golden eyes, dazzling golden hair, and delicate, fair skin all made people's eyes light up.

"You're three years younger than me. It seems I'll win today's battle easily."

"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 undoubtedly bring glory to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi was an astute sect master. 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 grinning like an idiot already?

How could a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple think he had already won before the battle even began?

Did he really take him for an ordinary three-year-old child?

"Confident?"

"I am indeed somewhat confident. You've only just obtained your soul ring. Your talent is excellent, but my more than three years of experience and combat practice are not something you can compare to."

Qin Tianhan believed himself stronger than a six-year-old child.

The other side was so young that he was surely born with Innate Full Soul Power, but he lacked combat experience. How could he possibly defeat him?

"Then come on!"

Jiang Nanchen's interest was piqued.

"Then come on!" Qin Tianhan snorted coldly as the Frost Sword appeared in his right hand.

Cold air spread out, 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 as the phantom of the Sacred Angel emerged. A pair of golden wings slowly spread 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 been many years since they had seen an Angel Martial Soul.

In the VIP viewing room, Ning Rongrong widened her eyes in envy. "It's so pretty, Father. Can I have a martial soul like that?"

Ning Rongrong looked eagerly at Ning Fengzhi.

"I'm afraid not. A martial soul is awakened naturally."

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 of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's treasures to purchase the Angel Martial Soul.

That way, it could be passed down through the sect, 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, fell 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 gap between martial souls could be clearly seen.

"Damn, the real thing is pretty intimidating, but I still have to beat you!"

"Die!"

Qin Tianhan gripped the Frost Sword tightly, stepped forward, and thrust his sword.

A trail of frost remained across the ground wherever it passed.

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 the air, he seized the Angel Sacred Sword 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 incredible strength! You're not so simple after all!"

Qin Tianhan felt Jiang Nanchen's strength. It was far beyond ordinary. 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. "Now you're marveling at it, but it's too late!"

Jiang Nanchen suddenly exerted force again, the wings behind him flapping continuously.

Under everyone's gaze, Qin Tianhan's body began to retreat as Jiang Nanchen gradually suppressed him.

In an instant, Qin Tianhan's strength ebbed away like the tide. Jiang Nanchen immediately seized the opening and kicked him flying.

Qin Tianhan rolled several times across the ground before finally stopping.

Qin Tianhan rose unsteadily, his expression ugly. Yet he no longer dared to underestimate Jiang Nanchen.

"First Soul Skill, Frost Moon Splitting Slash!"

Qin Tianhan's attributes surged by twenty percent. He leaped into the air, traced an arc through the sky, and swung his crescent-shaped Frost Sword toward Jiang Nanchen.

This time, Jiang Nanchen did not dodge. He likewise used his first soul skill, Flamewing Tiger Soul Strike.

His original angel wings instantly ignited, transforming into blazing golden wings.

His right hand was covered in holy light and flames, condensing an energy projectile shaped like a tiger's head that shot toward Qin Tianhan.

The temperature was terrifyingly high. The instant Qin Tianhan came into contact with the attack, he froze in shock. In the next moment, an explosion erupted in midair.

Smoke immediately billowed in all directions.

Ning Fengzhi frowned. "Flames and holy light... this boy's first soul skill is truly unusual."

It appeared to be nothing more than an energy projectile, but to Qin Tianhan, it was a deadly threat.

The flames' extreme temperature was completely beyond what Qin Tianhan's body could endure.

His martial soul was immediately suppressed.

"Though it isn't the Six-Winged Angel, the Angel Martial Soul is still extremely powerful. I thought they might exchange blows evenly, 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 possessors of the Angel Martial Soul." Gu Rong smiled.

Everyone watched the Soul Fighting Platform as Qin Tianhan fell from the smoke. He was in a miserable state and clearly heavily injured, yet he still struggled to stand.

"You're hard to kill. You can still stand!"

Jiang Nanchen found him 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. At that instant, he tried to gather 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 upon the Angel Sacred Sword.

The sacred sword burst into blazing flames.

"It really worked!"

Jiang Nanchen was overjoyed.