Tang Hao Stepped Up, Instantly Defeated; Tang Xiao Stepped Up, Instantly Defeated

"First soul skill, Iron Armor Activation. Second soul skill, Rhino Charge."

"Third soul skill, Swallows in Flight."

"Third soul skill, Earthquake."

"Fourth soul skill, Break."

Behind the four of them, Tang Hao raised his Clear Sky Hammer and began stacking strikes with the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer. One strike, two strikes, three strikes—the dark golden glow grew increasingly intense.

Five attacks came at him simultaneously.

Luo Jiuyou raised his left hand, his scarlet palm shackled in pitch-black restraints closing in a phantom grip.

"Bloodthirsty Demon-Sealing Slash."

The instant the blood-colored vortex exploded, everyone in the entire Soul Fighting Arena felt a pulling force coming from the stage.

Tang Hao, Yang Wudi, and the other three discovered in horror that their bodies had been forcibly restrained and were being dragged uncontrollably toward Luo Jiuyou.

Within the blood-colored vortex, blades of blood energy spun madly. Ferocious wounds were instantly torn across the five of them, and their blood flowed backward, gathering in Luo Jiuyou's palm.

Then Luo Jiuyou brought his sword down.

BOOM!

All five were sent flying at once, slamming into the outermost wall of the Soul Fighting Arena and leaving behind five craters.

After hitting the ground, they coughed up blood one after another and collapsed there, drenched in blood and unable to get back up.

The entire arena fell silent for a moment.

Then it erupted like a volcano.

"That was... over?! One move?! All five of them went down?!"

"That was a Soul King and four Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors! They were wiped out in one move?!"

"What was that blood-colored vortex?! Even from this far away, I felt my body get tugged!"

"What kind of monster is that...?"

Thousands of gazes were fixed upon the white-haired figure on the stage.

Bibi Dong and the others also stared at Luo Jiuyou in utter disbelief.

"That settled it already?"

Bibi Dong had already jumped to her feet, hands on her hips.

"You couldn't even take one move? You're way too weak!"

"Little Junior Brother! That was amazing!"

"Little Junior Brother is incredible!"

Na'er's eyes sparkled. "Senior Brother is the coolest!!"

Zi Ji and Bi Ji exchanged a glance, both extremely wary of Luo Jiuyou's Soul-Eating Demon-Sealing Slash just now.

That move could forcibly restrain every movement of its target.

It was a rule-type soul skill.

They had the feeling that even if they revealed their original strength, they would still be restrained by him.

Bibi Dong pouted regretfully again. "Are we just going to be cheerleaders here? I haven't even fought yet..."

Qian Renxue shot her a glance. "With your level, you'd just get instantly defeated too."

"What did you say?! You're the one who'd get instantly defeated!"

"Whoever answers is the one I meant!"

The two started bickering again, their clear voices especially conspicuous amid the uproar of the Soul Fighting Arena.

Elsewhere, Tang Xiao nearly flew down from the Clear Sky Sect stands.

He rushed to Tang Hao's side and crouched down, gripping Tang Hao's shoulders with both hands. His voice cracked. "Little Hao!!"

Tang Hao was covered in blood, and blood was still spurting from his wounds.

Tang Xiao tore off his sleeve and pressed it against the worst wound, then turned and roared hoarsely at the Clear Sky Sect members.

"Medicine! Hemostatic medicine!"

The accompanying members rushed over in a panic and scattered medicinal powder over the wounds, but the instant the powder touched them, it was washed away by the surging blood.

Gritting his teeth, Tang Xiao tore off another strip of cloth and pressed it firmly against the wound. He looked up at Luo Jiuyou, his voice low and heavy. "Why won't his wounds stop bleeding?"

Luo Jiuyou glanced at him. "It'll be fine in a while."

Tang Xiao kept pressure on the wound, watching Tang Hao's complexion gradually improve and the bleeding slowly lessen before finally easing his hand away.

He then turned to look at Yang Wudi, Tai Tan, Niu Gao, and Bai He.

The four of them had also been helped up and were slumped in a corner while people bandaged them.

Though their wounds were still seeping blood, it was no longer gushing out as violently as before.

Only after confirming that none of them were in immediate mortal danger did Tang Xiao slowly rise to his feet.

He stood at the edge of the stage, staring at the white-haired figure on the fighting platform for a long time in silence.

The noise throughout the Soul Fighting Arena gradually died down at that moment, and everyone watched Tang Xiao.

"...Though this is somewhat bullying,"

Tang Xiao spoke in a deep voice. "I would also like to experience Spirit Hall's youngest genius for myself."

The entire arena erupted once more.

"Tang Xiao?! He's already a level sixty-five Soul Emperor, and he wants to challenge a level forty-nine Soul Ancestor?!"

"They're nearly twenty levels apart! And he calls that bullying?!"

"Are you stupid? Did that kid just now look like a level forty-nine Soul Ancestor to you?! Even a Soul Emperor might not be guaranteed to win!"

Discussion exploded through the stands again. Everyone's eyes widened. This soul fight was actually not over yet.

A level sixty-five Soul Emperor was personally entering the ring. That was even more outrageous than the previous fight.

Luo Jiuyou looked at Tang Xiao, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward. "You sure you want to?"

"I'm sure." Tang Xiao nodded and leaped onto the fighting platform.

Bibi Dong jumped up again, her voice louder than before. "Little Junior Brother! Knock him down!!"

Qian Renxue shouted as well, "Little Junior Brother! Show him what a true genius is!!"

Ye Guyi clenched her fists. "Little Junior Brother, go!"

Na'er bounced up and down. "Senior Brother, knock him down! Knock him down!!"

The chirping voices of the six children sounded especially abrupt in the suddenly quiet Soul Fighting Arena.

Tang Xiao stood opposite Luo Jiuyou, the Clear Sky Hammer appearing in his hand as soul rings emerged beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

"Clear Sky Sect, Tang Xiao. Level sixty-five Battle Soul Emperor. Please enlighten me."

Luo Jiuyou held his sword horizontally. "Spirit Hall's Luo Jiuyou. Level forty-nine Battle Soul Ancestor."

Tang Xiao did not hold back.

He knew how terrifying Luo Jiuyou was, especially that Bloodthirsty Demon-Sealing Slash. He absolutely could not give his opponent a chance to unleash it.

Soul Power erupted in an instant. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand grew several times larger, and he brought it down directly at Luo Jiuyou's head with a sky-shattering blow.

Luo Jiuyou's lips curled upward as blood energy surged madly into the Asura Demon Sword.

The dark golden demonic patterns lit up to their utmost brilliance. The sword blade expanded, becoming a gigantic blood-energy blade several meters long.

"Outrage Break."

He merely gripped the hilt and swung forward.

The several-meter-long blood-energy blade, wrapped in terrifying blood energy, smashed down upon the earth.

The entire fighting platform shattered like a broken mirror, splitting apart in an instant.

Blood energy erupted wildly from the cracks like a volcanic eruption, and scarlet bloodlight covered the entire space.

Tang Xiao lay on the fighting platform, his arm trembling and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He could no longer stand.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

On the high platform, Tang Chen had already risen to his feet.

His gaze was locked tightly onto the fighting platform. Only after confirming that Tang Xiao's aura remained did he slowly sit back down.

Beside him, Qian Xunji stood at Qian Daoliu's side with his hands behind his back, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

He glanced sideways at Tang Chen before looking away without saying a word, but his straightened back and the gleam in his eyes were more conspicuous than any boast.

Luo Jiuyou sheathed his sword, and the blood-fiend aura slowly receded.

He stood at the center of the shattered fighting platform, his red eyes calmly sweeping across the entire arena.

The whole Soul Fighting Arena was as quiet as a graveyard.

Even the sound of wind passing over the stands could be heard clearly.

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Ye Guyi, Na'er, Zi'er, and Bi'er stood together, looking at one another before breaking into laughter at the same time.

"Little Junior Brother won!!"

"Senior Brother is the best!!"

"I still haven't fought yet..."

"If you went up there, you'd just be a spider hopping around."

"Heaven's Punishment!!"