Heavenly Fire: Unleashed! Unleashed! Unleashed!

"Seven treasures turn, revealing glazed tiles!"

Ning Rongrong's clear voice echoed across the square as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand spun, releasing dazzling rays of light.

"First: Strength."

The first yellow halo flew out of the pagoda and landed precisely on Lin Ye.

Lin Ye immediately felt a warm current surge through his body, greatly increasing his strength.

"Second: Speed."

The second yellow halo descended right after it, and Lin Ye's body grew lighter.

"Third: Soul."

The third enhancement followed, boosting Lin Ye's Soul Power as well.

With three buffs applied in quick succession, Lin Ye's strength, speed, and Soul Power all rose significantly.

He clenched his fists, the power inside him surging like crashing waves.

But these enhancements were still nowhere near enough to defeat a level 76 Soul Saint.

Lin Ye swiftly stirred his Soul Power, and all three Soul Rings lit up at once.

"First Soul Skill, Unending Inspiration."

Once activated, this Soul Skill continuously restored energy and reduced energy consumption.

After six years of cultivation, its Soul Power recovery efficiency had reached 60%, while its reduction in Soul Power consumption had reached 15%.

Such a significant improvement greatly increased how often he could use Manifestation.

"Scroll Unfurling: Heavenly Net."

This was Lin Ye's second Soul Skill. It expanded the area covered by Manifestation and inflicted a slowing effect on his opponents.

Although the slowing effect was currently only 30%, it was already quite useful in actual combat.

Against Zhao Wuji alone, the expanded range would not make much difference, but the slowing effect was an indispensable tactical advantage.

"Swift Stroke: Seamless!"

This was his third Soul Skill, whose effect was particularly unusual: it canceled the windup and recovery of his skills!

In effect, it allowed him to unleash Manifestation more quickly and seize the initiative in battle.

Now, with the support of his three Soul Skills and Ning Rongrong's buffs, Lin Ye felt a power unlike anything he had experienced before.

Across from him, a flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Wuji's eyes as he watched all three of Lin Ye's Soul Rings light up together.

Three Soul Skills at once? Just what kind of combination does this kid have?

The next moment, Zhao Wuji and everyone else present saw Lin Ye raise his White Paper Martial Soul.

Infused with Soul Power, the seemingly ordinary sheet of white paper shone with a faint light.

"Teacher Zhao, I'm about to begin," Lin Ye said calmly.

"Hmph, bring it on."

Zhao Wuji braced himself, his seven Soul Rings spreading out in sequence, ready to unleash a defensive Soul Skill at any moment.

Without further hesitation, Lin Ye lightly traced a stroke across the white paper.

In the next instant, the paper vanished, and a crimson greatsword of flame appeared out of thin air, plunging heavily into the ground.

Blazing flames coiled around the blade, their heat warping the air around it.

"How... how is that possible?" Dai Mubai's eyes widened.

Everyone present was stunned by the greatsword Lin Ye had manifested.

"His White Paper Martial Soul can actually turn into a sword?"

Even Tang San, who had learned so much from Grandmaster, was astonished.

"Heh, manifesting this thing for the first time really takes a lot out of me."

Lin Ye slowly reached out and gripped the hilt, completely unaffected by its scorching temperature.

"Let's see just how powerful it is."

With a heave, Lin Ye raised the sword high before him.

A scorching aura rose around him as the temperature soared, and crimson flames danced around his body as though alive.

At this sight, Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted. The pressure emanating from Lin Ye was actually no weaker than that of a Soul Emperor.

Then Lin Ye's aura grew stronger and stronger. The surrounding flame energy frantically converged on the blade, and the patterns along it gradually lit up, radiating heart-palpitating fluctuations of energy.

"Heavenly Fire..."

"Unleashed!"

With a ringing cry, Lin Ye swung the greatsword, sending a fierce slash packed with terrifying flame energy straight at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's heart jolted. He immediately activated his Soul Skill, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his body.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Bright King Body!"

The golden light swirled around him, forming a barrier to block Lin Ye's attack.

The instant the attack struck, a deafening explosion resounded across the entire training ground.

Boom!

An enormous pillar of fire shot into the sky, soaring toward the clouds and swallowing Zhao Wuji whole.

But it was not over. Lin Ye raised his sword again, and as the first pillar vanished, before Zhao Wuji could fully recover, he unleashed another slash.

Boom!

The second pillar of fire was even fiercer than the first, and the ground began melting under its intense heat.

Standing over a hundred meters away, Tang San and the others were forced back again and again by the battle's shock waves.

"What terrifying power..." A flash of horror crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

Xiao Wu clutched Tang San's arm. "Brother, is this really an attack a Soul Elder can unleash?"

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji, struck by two successive pillars of fire, flew into a rage.

The defense of Immovable Bright King Body was useless. The flames had pierced through his Soul Skill and burned his clothes to tatters.

I have to fight back!

But before he could unleash a Soul Skill to counterattack, the third slash was already coming at him!

"Fuck!" Zhao Wuji could not help swearing.

Boom!

A third thunderous explosion rang out, and another pillar of fire rose.

This time, Zhao Wuji was blasted more than a dozen steps backward.

Then Lin Ye's attacks came like a raging storm, one slash after another, every strike landing squarely on Zhao Wuji.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The successive pillars turned the battlefield into a sea of flames, leaving Zhao Wuji battered and bedraggled.

After Lin Ye's seventh slash landed, he finally could not take it anymore.

"Stop, stop, stop! You passed! Quit attacking!" Zhao Wuji shouted.

Hearing him, Lin Ye halted his impending eighth slash and asked between light pants, "Really?"

Looking at his scorched-black body, Zhao Wuji could only give a bitter smile. "Really! If you keep attacking, you're going to roast me alive!"

This kid is downright brutal. Not only does he have an absurd amount of Soul Power, but every attack is this terrifying. Is he even human?

Lin Ye withdrew his Martial Soul and took a deep breath, then bowed slightly and said politely, "Then thank you, Teacher Zhao."

Having successfully passed the assessment, Lin Ye took Ning Rongrong by the hand and left.

Led by Dai Mubai, they arrived at the lounge.

"Are you all right?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Lin Ye with concern.

"I'm fine. I just need to recover a little." Lin Ye managed a faint smile.

Unleashing Heavenly Fire: Unleashed so many times had consumed an enormous amount of Soul Power. He had less than 5% remaining.

"I'll help you, Lin Ye." Ning Rongrong summoned her Martial Soul and took the initiative to activate her third Soul Skill.

With the support of Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda and his own first Soul Skill, Lin Ye's Soul Power began recovering rapidly.

Meanwhile, by the time Dai Mubai returned, Zhao Wuji had already used his Soul Power to restore his original appearance.

Except that what little hair he had possessed was now completely gone, leaving him with a gleaming bald head.

"Pfft..." Xiao Wu struggled so hard to hold back her laughter that her face turned red.

Zhu Zhuqing turned her face away too, but the faint trembling of her shoulders betrayed her.

Looking at Zhao Wuji's brand-new marinated-egg look and recalling Lin Ye's earlier, awe-inspiring attacks, Tang San felt towering waves crash through his heart.

Can a White Paper Martial Soul really be cultivated to such a terrifying level?

Under everyone's stares, Zhao the Marinated Egg rubbed his head helplessly.

"All right, now it's your turn." Zhao Wuji cleared his throat. "Little Monsters, I'm changing the rules."

Perhaps because Lin Ye had burned off all his hair, Zhao Wuji was no longer in the mood to make things difficult for them.

"Next, you only need to last half an incense stick against me to pass the assessment."

"Now, I'll give you one incense stick to discuss your tactics."