Golden Crow vs. Yazi, Seventeen Straight Wins! The Victories Continue!

"What's going on?"

Lu Xuan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He felt his Golden Crow Martial Soul stirring again and again.

It was as though it were resonating from afar with a Martial Soul of the same origin, or one that complemented it.

It wasn't Ge Ming in front of him.

Someone else was resonating with him.

But he couldn't afford to divide his attention and search right now.

Because the person before him...

Might be the strongest opponent he had faced yet.

With a low, savage roar...

The phantom of a terrifying Ferocious Beast appeared behind Ge Ming, its body dark red, its torso a jackal's and its head a dragon's!

A thick bloody aura spread outward, manifesting as a tangible red mist.

Yellow, yellow, purple—three Soul Rings in the standard configuration rose from beneath his feet.

Lu Xuan felt a faint pressure emanating from Ge Ming.

Although the original story had never explicitly stated it...

He knew.

Yazi was undoubtedly a Martial Soul of exceptional quality.

Boom!

Ge Ming moved after activating Martial Soul Possession.

His speed was unbelievable. His entire body became a crimson blur, charging straight at Lu Xuan's face with a thick trail of bloody energy.

"First Soul Skill, Bloodthirsty Strike!"

A savage light blazed in Ge Ming's eyes, and the first Yellow Soul Ring behind him suddenly shone.

Dense bloody energy enveloped his hands.

They became a pair of dark-red claws that could slice through iron like mud, tearing through the air as they raked viciously at Lu Xuan.

"First Soul Skill, Sunflame Feathers!"

Boom!

A pair of broad wings burning with the ultimate golden flames burst from his back and spread wide.

His wings beat powerfully, whipping up a terrifying heat wave across the platform with a violent surge of scorching air.

Propelled by that force, Lu Xuan shot off the ground like an arrow loosed from its bow.

He soared toward the vaulted ceiling, narrowly evading Ge Ming's rending strike.

"He can fly?" Ge Ming's brow knitted tightly.

He really had no means of attacking an airborne opponent.

This would be troublesome!

Looking down from above, Lu Xuan swept his wings fiercely.

Dozens of golden fiery feathers formed from pure Solar Truefire shot toward Ge Ming below like a torrential rain.

"Second Soul Skill, Blood Prison Kill!"

Ge Ming didn't dare take chances. His second Soul Ring lit up.

Dense bloody energy condensed into a crimson longsword in his hand.

He swung his sword like the wind, weaving an impenetrable web of crimson sword strikes before him and blocking every incoming fiery feather.

Clang, clang, clang!

The feathers collided with the blood sword, producing sharp, explosive clangs.

"Something's wrong!" Ge Ming keenly sensed it.

The energy of those feathers was becoming increasingly violent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off hard with both legs and shot backward.

His premonition was correct.

In the very next instant...

Bang!!!

Dozens of golden feathers detonated at once!

Amid a deafening roar, golden flames surged into the sky, completely swallowing the spot where he had been standing.

Feeling the terrifying heat blast against his face, Ge Ming understood!

"A lot of his previous opponents probably fell to this attack!"

It was exactly as Ge Ming suspected.

Lu Xuan had secured quite a few victories with this Soul Skill alone.

After all, who could have imagined that these feathers could deliver a second attack—and an explosive one at that!

Had he not keenly detected the change in Soul Power, he might have suffered a serious blow too.

"Good perception. You actually noticed!"

Lu Xuan was beginning to find this interesting.

Through their exchange just now, he had already gauged Ge Ming's capabilities.

His Soul Power was around rank 36, a few ranks higher than Lu Xuan's.

But Lu Xuan could disregard such a small gap entirely.

Lu Xuan drew in his wings and became a golden meteor, diving from high above.

He clenched one hand into a fist, dazzling Solar Truefire completely enveloping his knuckles.

Having only just steadied himself, Ge Ming had no time to dodge. He could only cross his arms in front of him.

He tried to withstand the blow head-on.

Boom!

Fist met arms, and Ge Ming's expression changed abruptly. "What kind of flame is this?!"

Intense burning pain instantly pierced his Soul Power defenses, but it also fully awakened the ferocity in his bones.

He endured the agony of the flesh on both arms being scorched.

His right hand suddenly shot out toward Lu Xuan's ankle, attempting to drag this slippery opponent back to the ground.

But once his strike landed, Lu Xuan had no intention of lingering.

His wings beat fiercely, and he rose into the air again.

He gave Ge Ming no opportunity whatsoever to counterattack.

Ge Ming lowered his head and glanced at his arms.

Both arms had been burned until the flesh had broken open.

Even more terrifyingly, flames lingered in his wounds, relentlessly eating away at and burning his bloody energy and Soul Power!

"There's something very wrong with this Golden Crow's flames. They're nothing like those of the fire-attribute Soul Masters I've fought before!"

Ge Ming gritted his teeth. He had been forced entirely onto the defensive.

Through the Amplifying Soul Tool, the host, Xiao Mei, delivered a rapid, impassioned commentary on the battle:

"The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Soul Elder Ge Ming."

"As we can see, Soul Elder Ge Ming doesn't seem to have any effective means of attacking an airborne opponent."

"Right now, he can only endure Soul Elder Golden Crow's attacks."

"Soul Elder Ge Ming's only chance now is to stall!"

"Soul Elder Golden Crow's flight relies on his Soul Skill, consuming Soul Power every single second."

"Once his Soul Power runs out and he lands, Soul Elder Ge Ming will have his chance to strike back!"

Xiao Mei truly was a professional. Her analysis of the battle was highly accurate.

Lu Xuan could indeed feel his Soul Power draining rapidly.

Then I'll meet him head-on and finish this quickly!

Lu Xuan hovered in midair, the second Soul Ring behind him erupting with dazzling light.

"Blazing Sun Divine Radiance!"

All attributes increased by thirty percent, with flame damage boosted by an additional fifty percent.

In other words, the damage dealt by his flame-enhanced attacks could increase by eighty percent!

That meant dealing one hundred and eighty percent damage!

But while the effect was powerful, its Soul Power consumption was also immense.

Feeling the suffocating, terrifying pressure overhead, as though the true sun itself had descended...

Ge Ming knew that Lu Xuan must have used an enhancement Soul Skill!

That also meant Lu Xuan could no longer sustain the Soul Power consumption of flight.

What came next would be the final, decisive moment!

"Then come on!"

Ge Ming threw back his head and roared.

The third, purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring behind him blazed with light.

"Third Soul Skill, Yazi Bloodfrenzy Transformation!"

Boom!

Crimson bloody energy of extreme density completely enveloped him.

His originally black eyes instantly turned a frenzied crimson, and his muscles swelled and bulged.

Screee!

With a piercing cry that seemed to penetrate the soul...

Lu Xuan's entire body became enveloped in golden flames.

His wings beat fiercely.

He became a golden streak that pierced heaven and earth, crashing down with the might to incinerate everything!

"Blood Prison Kill!!" Ge Ming roared.

He poured every last drop of Soul Power and bloody energy in his body into the longsword.

Facing that golden streak, he unleashed the greatest sword strike of his life!

Bang!!!

Two violent forces, gold and red, collided with a thunderous crash at the center of the fighting platform!

A terrifying shock wave mingled with scorching flames and blood-reeking winds, becoming a storm that swept across the entire arena.

The sturdy platform cracked inch by inch.

The dazzling light made every spectator instinctively close their eyes.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into a deathly silence.

As time passed, the dust and shock waves finally began to dissipate.

The scene on the fighting platform appeared clearly before everyone.

Ge Ming lay at the edge of the devastated platform, half his body torn open and charred black.

Those incomparably domineering golden flames still burned stubbornly along his wounds, eating away at him!

They had left him completely unable to fight.

At the center of the platform, Lu Xuan stood quietly.

The Golden Crow wings behind him slowly folded.

The outcome was decided!

After a brief, deathly silence, Xiao Mei's shout rang throughout the arena, her voice cracking with excitement:

"The answer has been revealed!!"

"Let's give Soul Elder Golden Crow our warmest applause!"

"With his unquestionable, overwhelming strength, he has won this Soul Fighting match and achieved an incredible seventeen consecutive victories!!!"