Full Release

Zhao Wuji looked up and saw the boy who had remained motionless all this time walking straight toward him.

Zhao Wuji was so furious that he laughed.

"Boy, I'm in a very bad mood right now. If you know what's good for you, surrender... don't wait until I beat you into the same state as him. It'll be too late to beg for mercy then."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji pointed at Tang San in the pit and kicked him out.

Tang San landed in the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Ye Fan shook his head and lit a candle for Zhao Wuji in his mind.

"I don't know whether I'll end up like him, but Teacher Zhao, let me give you a reminder: where you can spare someone, spare them... you'll bring hatred down on yourself like this."

If Tang Hao gets angry, a Soul Saint like you won't be enough...

At those words, Zhao Wuji ground his teeth.

Would he have hit that hard if that brat hadn't disgusted him so much?

As for inviting hatred?

Hmph... if that brat wants to surpass me, he can wait another twenty years!

"Hatred or whatever, you'd better worry about yourself first."

Zhao Wuji said impatiently, "Stop stalling. I gave you a chance to use Martial Soul Possession, not to stand here spouting nonsense!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan chuckled softly.

How awfully nice of you.

He wasted no more words, and three Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Three purple Soul Rings appeared in an instant.

Across from him, Zhao Wuji's jaw nearly dropped, his eyes going perfectly round.

He even thought he was seeing things.

"Boy, what kind of ridiculous configuration is that?!"

"Did you absorb some disguise Soul Skill that changes the color of your Soul Rings?"

The more Zhao Wuji spoke, the more plausible he found it.

Otherwise...

How could anyone have three purple Soul Rings as their first three and still be alive?

Faced with Zhao Wuji's doubts, Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"There are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond the heavens."

Besides... what kind of fucking idiot would absorb a Soul Skill that changes the color of their Soul Rings?

How would that be any different from wasting a Soul Skill?

The corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched.

This brat is showing off again!

After seeing Ye Fan's Soul Rings, Ning Rongrong rubbed her eyes too, then hurriedly turned toward Xiao Wu for confirmation.

"Xiao Wu, Ye Fan's Soul Rings..."

Xiao Wu said nothing, merely nodding smugly.

Everything was conveyed without a word.

This strange Soul Ring Configuration also made Ye Fan's identity all the more credible in Ning Rongrong's mind.

It was two-hundred-percent belief!

In the arena, Ye Fan was rapidly chanting.

"From this moment, until my Soul Power is exhausted, I will not be injured."

"At this moment, all enhancements on me are doubled."

"At this moment, fortune favors me, and my Word Spirit is guaranteed to hit."

Perhaps because Ye Fan's wishes were somewhat outrageous, only the first of the three Word Spirits took effect...

But that was enough.

Ye Fan could also take this chance to see just how great the gap between him and this fellow was.

It was no exaggeration to say that Ye Fan had always wanted to find someone against whom he could go all out!

The next moment, Ye Fan's second and third Soul Rings lit up simultaneously.

"Second Soul Skill, Truth Release!"

"Third Soul Skill, Sacred Word Domain!"

[Second Soul Skill, Truth Release: the Word Spirits Ye Fan uses within a day will be recorded.

For each Word Spirit successfully realized, he can condense one spirit marking on his body when using this Soul Skill, increasing all attributes by ten percent. The maximum number of spirit markings equals Ye Fan's level.]

[Third Soul Skill, Sacred Word Domain: words are the sharpest weapons. A domain forms within ten meters of the user.

Within the domain, the power of Word Spirit-type Soul Skills increases by fifty percent, and their activation speed increases.

All allied attributes increase by thirty percent. Within the Sacred Word Domain, the power of nonverbal attacks decreases by ten percent.]

As his words fell silent.

Four glittering golden spirit markings appeared on Ye Fan's face, and the domain's appearance suffused his eyes and hair with gold.

It made Ye Fan look like a heavenly god descending from above.

Though this form was powerful, its Soul Power consumption was also terrifying.

His third Soul Skill, God's Tongue, had randomly summoned a Soul Beast of a type renowned for its Soul Power-a Radiant Pegasus.

Even with his current level of thirty-eight and a Soul Beast that raised his maximum Soul Power, he still could not keep up with his terrifying expenditure.

By Ye Fan's estimate, against an enemy of Zhao Wuji's caliber, roughly three minutes of all-out combat would exhaust his Soul Power.

"He even has a domain skill?!"

Watching this fellow stack buff after buff, Zhao Wuji began muttering inwardly.

At first, he had thought a mere Soul Elder could not stir up any waves.

But that glittering golden appearance really was intimidating.

At this moment, Ye Fan's aura was actually no less imposing than a Soul King's.

I'm not going to crash and burn, am I?

At that thought, Zhao Wuji no longer dared take things lightly and used Immovable Bright King Body again.

"Go, Ye Fan! Smash him!!!"

Outside the arena, Xiao Wu raised her fist high and cheered Ye Fan on.

"Gravity Enhancement!"

Zhao Wuji stepped forward, and an invisible gravitational field instantly appeared, multiplying the gravity around Ye Fan several times over.

But with Ye Fan's strength now enhanced by nearly a hundred percent, it could not render him completely immobile.

"Go down!"

Zhao Wuji roared and thrust a palm toward Ye Fan.

Facing Zhao Wuji's attack, Ye Fan calmly raised two fingers held together.

"First Soul Skill, Prohibition: approaching one another is forbidden here."

Ye Fan's voice at that moment sounded like a proclamation of the laws of the Great Dao.

As his words fell, golden light flashed.

Invisible golden ripples swept out from Ye Fan's mouth.

The instant Zhao Wuji's attack drew close, Ye Fan's body drifted backward like willow fluff in the wind.

It looked as though Zhao Wuji's palm force was pushing Ye Fan back.

Seeing the relaxed look on Ye Fan's face, Zhao Wuji seethed.

"Boy, what kind of sorcery is this?! Stop dodging if you've got the guts!"

The boy seemed to be dodging, yet he kept the distance between them neither too close nor too far, without the slightest deviation!

No matter how he looked at it, this was not active evasion.

"Stop dodging? Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Ye Fan retorted, then overlapped his palms and began forming hand seals.

"Earth Flow Spear!"

Several hard stone spikes thrust up from the ground beneath Zhao Wuji, striking at him.

Zhao Wuji narrowly rolled aside to dodge.

Those things had nearly skewered Little Wuji!

Without any clothing in the way, their target was far too obvious.

"Damn it, do you bastards who keep targeting below the belt not have any straightforward ways to attack?!"

"Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

The moment Zhao Wuji launched his attack, Ye Fan swiftly issued his next Prohibition.

"Prohibition: launching attacks is forbidden at this moment. Violators shall suffer punishment by heavenly lightning."