The legendary nine-story divine pagoda!

From a young age, he was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, receiving the utmost praise and admiration from the Imperial Family relatives and sect elders. Yet now, on this main Main Soul Fighting Platform the watchful eyes of everyone, his proud Martial Soul was crushed on the spot.

His eyes rolled back, his head lolled to the side, and he slammed heavily against the edge of the rubble pit, losing consciousness completely.

At the same instant, a thought, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, surfaced deep within Su Chen's mind:

[Successfully plundered the luck of key plot characters.]

Yu Tianheng's Dao Heart collapsed, and his Martial Soul Origin was suppressed by the Eternal Rank.

God-Level Critical Hit reward: Pure Yang Dragon Aura essence increased by 10%, physical body and blood essence greatly strengthened.

The scalding air rushed through his limbs and bones, and Su Chen's arm muscles swelled up slightly. The fierce and unparalleled vitality took hold again in his bones and muscles. Far from being diminished in the slightest, it became even more ferocious and concentrated.

After a brief pause, the clamor in the stands erupted like a powder keg detonated by a spark, suddenly unleashing a deafening roar!

"Captain Tian Heng is down? He didn't even withstand a single move?"

"The illusory image of the Martial Soul was completely shattered! How is this possible?"

In the Top-Floor Secret Chamber of the Soto Great Soul Arena, Manager Ao gripped the brass railing by the window, his face trembling violently with ecstasy, his heavy breathing barely concealed.

Meanwhile, in the VIP box across from him, Qin Ming suddenly stood up, his ten fingers scratching white marks on the hard granite window sill, his eye muscles twitching uncontrollably.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying Yu Tianheng's physical resilience was, but under the palm of that white-robed youth, it was as fragile as a piece of withered wood!

"Tian Heng--!"

Dugu Yan's heart-wrenching scream ripped through the frozen air.

Her deep green snake eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and her face was contorted beyond recognition by extreme resentment and fear.

Looking at Yu Tianheng, whose fate was unknown at the bottom of the pit, the last thread of reason in her mind snapped completely.

"I'll kill you! You little beast!!"

Dugu Yan let out a sharp cry, and as her delicate body trembled violently, the third purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring hovering beside her suddenly shone brightly!

"Third Soul Skill, Jade Phosphor Purple Poison!"

Whoosh! Thick, viscous, dark purple mist surged from her mouth, transforming into billowing waves of poison that swept across the arena floor.

The originally dry air was instantly filled with a nauseatingly sweet, rotten stench. Wherever the surging purple mist passed, the hard granite slabs emitted a piercing hissing sound as they melted, instantly turning into blackish-yellow, foul-smelling foam.

The poisonous wave, several meters high, was like a purple wall, crashing down on Su Chen!

"Pay the price for Tian Heng's life! Xuanwu Twin Shields, Mountain-Breaking Joint Strangle!"

On either side of Dugu Yan, the brothers Shi Mo and Shi Mo simultaneously let out a deep, furious roar.

The thick, black and yellow Tortoiseshell Armor on the two bodies detached from their bodies under the surge of Soul Power, transforming into two heavy tortoise shields with bone spurs along their edges.

With his two thick, bulging arms, he used the immense force of twisting his waist and abdomen to hurle the two heavy shields into the air!

Ugh--!

The piercing, tearing sound of the wind assaulted the eardrums of the entire audience.

Two enormous tortoise shields spun wildly in mid-air, their bone blades whipping up visible vortexes of air, drawing cunning arcs from the left and right sides, completely blocking any openings for Su Chen to dodge!

Poison Mist surrounds them, heavy shields block their path!

Faced with the Imperial Fighting Team's perfectly coordinated and decisive attack, Ning Rongrong remained calm and composed, her clear and melodious shout piercing through the storm in the arena.

"Nine Treasures Turn Into Glazed Glass! The Nine Treasures Have Names: First, Power! Second, Speed!"

Thirty meters away, Ning Rongrong stood with a cool expression, the pagoda in her palm, surrounded by nine-colored divine light, swelling in the wind.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the three Soul Ring, two yellow and one purple, two nine-colored divine lights as thick as an arm pierced through the air and accurately enveloped Su Chen, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing!

A whopping 40% increase in strength and agility!

The moment the discerning Soul Master from the VIP seats and front rows saw the nine-story divine tower, their minds went blank!

"Nine stories? That's not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, that's the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile, which only exists in sect legends!"

Before everyone could recover from the shock of the divine tower, Zhu Zhuqing, empowered by the divine light, transformed into a black streak of light that tore through their vision, rushing straight towards the very end of the Imperial Fighting Formation!

Ye Lingling held the white and pink Nine Heart Begonia in her hands, her eyes behind the black veil filled with panic, and she was about to use her Soul Power to shoot out the petals to save Yu Tianheng's life.

Before he could finish making the hand seals, a chilling, bone-deep claw-like gust of wind was already pressing against his throat!

"Get out of my way! Second Soul Skill, Ghost Leopard Frenzy Claw!"

Osler, who was guarding the flank, was shocked. He hadn't expected that a Soul Grandmaster's speed would be much faster than his own, a level 36 Soul Elder.

Seeing that Ye Lingling was about to be disemboweled, Osler had no choice but to forcibly stop his advancing figure, yelling and waving his leopard claws as he turned around in a sorry state to parry Zhu Zhuqing's deadly cold light aimed at Ye Lingling's heart!

In mid-air, the Wind Chime Bird Soul Elder Yu Feng flapped its wings wildly, using the wind to pounce on Ning Rongrong, who was alone behind it.

"If you want to mess with Rongrong, you'll have to get past me first!!"

A sudden flash of pink light appeared in mid-air, and Xiao Wu's third purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring shone faintly. Without warning, Teleportation twenty meters across and landed directly in the blind spot above Yu Feng's head!

"What?!" Yu Feng exclaimed in shock.

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!!"

Xiao Wu twisted her waist suddenly in mid-air, and her long, fair legs strangled Yu Feng's neck like steel chains.

Using her amplified and ferocious waist strength, the girl exerted force in mid-air and slammed the flapping-winged Yu Feng down onto the hard ground like a stone!

Boom!!

The solid rock shattered, and Yu Feng's screams were instantly swallowed up by the billowing dust!

In the blink of an eye, the Imperial Fighting Team's flanks and rear were cleanly and efficiently torn to shreds by the two girls!

The most ferocious and brutal killing move on the Soul Fighting Platform pressed down on Su Chen, who stood in the center, in that instant.

The rapidly rotating Xuanwu shield was almost within reach, its swirling bone spikes tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Behind the giant shield, a foul-smelling purple mist, several meters high, descended like a gaping maw, covering the sky!

There's no way to get forward, shields on both sides are attacking from the left and right, and poison is looming overhead!

Qin Ming, sitting in the VIP section, turned deathly pale and instinctively braced himself against the railing. Even an ordinary Soul Ancestor above level 40 wouldn't survive such a pincer attack!

However, Su Chen, completely consumed by murderous intent, didn't even move an inch.

He faced the whistling white bone spikes and the billowing stench, stomping his feet heavily on the ground!

The stone slabs beneath his feet cracked open, revealing deep, spiderweb-like fissures. As he lowered his shoulders and hunched his arms, the muscles beneath his white robe bulged out in layers!

Fine, hard, crimson-gold dragon scales spread rapidly from his fingertips along his fist, and the two hundred and six Pure Yang Dragon Bones resonated loudly at that moment.

It was as if a divine fire had exploded deep within his chest, transforming into a scorching, domineering crimson-gold gale that burst forth from his pores!

"Two rotten tortoise shells, you think you're worthy to lock the gate in front of me?!"

With a furious roar, Su Chen's fists, covered in crimson-gold dragon scales, advanced instead of retreating, meeting the two massive Xuanwu shields and the towering purple waves that came hurtling through the air with a fierce collision!