A Level 51 Soul King—Have They No Shame?

Yu Tieshan and Liu Qing unleashed their Thousand-Year Spirit Skills at the same time.

Quite a few people in the stands sucked in a breath.

Yet Lin Ye merely raised an eyelid slightly.

"Hmph, you finally decided to use your Thousand-Year Spirit Skills."

"Second Soul Skill, Evil God Guard!"

A purple barrier formed around Lin Ye once more,

instantly sealing the poisonous mist outside.

At the same time,

Yu Tieshan's Ape Fist slammed into the barrier.

Boom!

Cracks suddenly burst across the barrier's surface.

Yu Tieshan was overjoyed at the sight.

"It cracked! It cracked! Liu Qing! Put some more force into it!"

However,

at the instant the barrier shattered, a figure had already passed through the fragments.

"What? So fast!"

Lin Ye's fist shot toward Yu Tieshan's abdomen.

Lin Ye poured all his Soul Power into this punch.

Boom!

Yu Tieshan had no time to react. His entire body instantly bent like a shrimp, saliva spraying everywhere.

Then Lin Ye's right hand swiftly formed a claw, unleashing five slashes in an instant.

The five stacked slashes struck Yu Tieshan's chest one after another.

"This is bad, the power is too strong!"

Yu Tieshan immediately sensed danger!

The defense of the Scarlet Rock Giant Ape Transformation cracked apart on the ninth slash,

then completely shattered on the tenth.

"Argh!"

Yu Tieshan was sent flying again. This time, he rolled across the ground four or five times before stopping.

"No... impossible..."

Yu Tieshan's Thousand-Year Spirit Skill had actually been shattered head-on by Lin Ye.

Meanwhile, Liu Qing, whose Soul Power had been greatly depleted, was being pursued by Zhu Zhuqing with nowhere to flee.

"Second Soul Skill, Netherworld Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing's figure became an afterimage as dozens of claw strikes rained down upon Liu Qing in an instant.

Liu Qing's Snake Scale defense was torn to pieces, and he was blasted off the Soul Arena.

"Referee, I... I surrender!"

Liu Qing crashed to the ground, his face covered in blood as he desperately raised a hand.

On the Soul Arena, Yu Tieshan barely propped up half his body. He glanced at Liu Qing, who had been knocked away, then at Lin Ye, who stood there without changing expression.

His Thousand-Year Spirit Skill was spent.

Liu Qing's Thousand-Year Spirit Skill was spent too.

Both of their Soul Power was nearly exhausted.

Yet that boy on the other side had not even used his Third Spirit Skill.

"Fuck..."

Yu Tieshan slammed his fist viciously into the stone floor.

There was no point in continuing.

Kid, just you wait. I may not be able to beat you in the arena, but that doesn't mean I can't deal with you outside it!

"...I surrender."

He practically squeezed those words out through clenched teeth.

"Red Team—Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing, victory!"

The referee immediately announced the result in a loud voice.

The entire arena fell silent for a second.

Then the stands erupted completely!

"Lin Ye! Lin Ye! Lin Ye!"

"Zhu Zhuqing! Zhu Zhuqing!"

Cheers rose and fell throughout the stands.

At the same time, some people mocked Yu Tieshan.

"Two three-ring Soul Elders used all six of their Spirit Skills, and they still couldn't even touch a single hair on them?"

"Hahaha, two against one, yet they got beaten back the whole time and had to surrender in the end?"

"They've completely humiliated themselves now!"

"Hmph, they deserved it! Who told them to be so arrogant before?"

Yu Tieshan lay sprawled on the ground, burying his face in the broken stones as mockery poured in from every direction.

Humiliation.

Humiliation unlike anything he had ever known.

But beneath that humiliation, venomous Killing Intent was growing madly.

They had always been the ones beating others up, yet today they had been brutally thrashed by this brat!

And mocked by the entire arena!

Kid... don't get smug.

You've provoked us... I'll make sure you pay dearly!

On the Soul Arena, Lin Ye turned to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Big Cat, well done."

The corners of Zhu Zhuqing's lips rose unconsciously,

then she suddenly raised her fist.

Lin Ye froze for a moment before raising his own fist as well.

Thump!

Their fists lightly bumped together.

Meanwhile, Yu Tianheng, seated in a corner of the stands, was utterly speechless.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Two Purple and One Black.

Holding his own against two opponents.

Without even using his Third Spirit Skill.

And he, Yu Tianheng—the direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—was Level 39, with Two Yellow and One Purple.

The talent he had always been so proud of had become a complete joke in that moment.

"This person..."

Yu Tianheng's voice was so quiet that only he himself could hear it.

"What kind of monster is he?"

In a private room higher up in the stands, a young man dressed in brocade robes and wearing a golden mask

held a cup of wine as he looked down at the Soul Arena below.

Watching Lin Ye's retreating back as he withdrew his Martial Soul, he gave a cold smile.

"Kid, you've truly made this young master see you in a new light."

Two black-clothed attendants stood behind him with their hands lowered respectfully.

The man in the golden mask gently swirled the wine in his cup, his gaze unfathomable.

"Two Purple and One Black... Dark Demon Evil God Tiger..."

"Interesting."

"Very interesting."

The night was deep, and the lights of Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena gradually dimmed behind them.

Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing walked back along the street.

There were few pedestrians on the road, with only scattered lanterns swaying in the wind.

"Lin Ye."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly spoke, her tone much softer than usual.

"This morning... did you go absorb your Third Spirit Ring?"

"Mm."

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?"

"Mm."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for two seconds.

"...Do you know how dangerous it is for someone at Level 30 to absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?"

"I know."

"Then why did you still..."

"Big Cat."

Lin Ye interrupted her. He turned to look at her and smiled.

"Aren't I standing here perfectly fine?"

Zhu Zhuqing opened her mouth at that, but said nothing more.

Then she lowered her head, staring at her toes while her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes.

This big bastard.

Every day, he was either on the way to courting death or in the middle of courting death.

Yet every single time, he still came back in one piece.

Just then, Lin Ye suddenly stopped walking.

His Spiritual Power spread out completely in an instant.

Fifty meters ahead.

Three people were coming.

"Big Cat, get behind me. Now."

Zhu Zhuqing froze, then immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her body instinctively shifted into a fighting stance.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Three figures suddenly emerged from the alley ahead.

On the left stood a burly bearded man.

On the right stood a lean-faced man, twirling a dagger in his hand.

They were Yu Tieshan and Liu Qing, the two men who had been beaten into surrendering on the Soul Arena moments ago.

And standing between them was a man half a head taller than Yu Tieshan.

The man was bald, his face full of brutish flesh, with a scar running from the corner of his left eye to his jaw.

His gaze was extremely gloomy.

Lin Ye's Spiritual Power swiftly swept over the man, and his expression darkened slightly.

A Soul King.

He was actually a Soul King!

"Hehehe, kid, you really dared to walk at night."

Liu Qing spoke first. The fear on his face had long vanished, replaced by the arrogance of someone relying on a powerful backer.

"Weren't you pretty capable on the Soul Arena just now? What, now that you're out of the Soul Fighting Arena, you're scared?"

Yu Tieshan snorted coldly, staring at Lin Ye with a sinister gaze.

"Kid, you made me lose all my face on the Soul Arena."

"Tonight, we're going to settle this score properly."