There are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!

"Chen Xin, level ninety-seven Power Attack System Titled Douluo."

Though Chen Xin saw how young his opponent was, he did not dare underestimate him in the slightest and took the initiative to introduce himself.

"I know you. That fool of an elder."

"You refuse to follow the path of the present age and insist on clinging to the ancients' outdated cultivation methods. You've utterly disgraced our Chen Clan!"

The black-haired youth scoffed, his tone mocking.

Chen Xin's expression instantly stiffened.

Was it that he did not want to follow that path?

He wanted to learn new things too, but he had come from another world.

Naturally, he could not say any of this aloud.

Beneath the sky screen.

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks in anger, feeling that this person was far too arrogant to dare humiliate her Grandpa Sword like this.

But the next second.

Seven Soul Rings rose from beneath Chen Xie's feet, circling him in orderly formation.

The red Soul Ring at the very top was unmistakably a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

"Seven... seven Soul Rings?!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly widened.

"I am Chen Xie, a level seventy-eight Soul Saint."

"A top graduate of Human Emperor Academy, the Chen Clan's young master, and the greatest genius in the Chen Clan's history!"

"The Human Emperor's future personal disciple, and the future tenth Divine Envoy!"

Chen Xie raised his eyes and spoke proudly.

Everyone across the entire Douluo Continent was stunned.

"You've got to be kidding!!!"

"A Soul Saint is going to fight the level ninety-seven Sword Douluo?!"

Ma Hongjun covered his face with both hands, feeling as though he were dreaming.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"No matter how strong a Soul Saint is, he cannot be a match for a Super Douluo."

Grandmaster trembled all over, shaking his head repeatedly, unable to believe it.

What was happening in the sky screen had completely surpassed his understanding. According to his research into Martial Souls, this was an utterly one-sided matchup. What gave Chen Xie the confidence to stand here?

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, unwilling to believe it.

Though saying so made him seem a little weak, at this moment, he truly hoped more than anything that Sword Douluo could win!

Someone so monstrously gifted should not exist in this world.

On the platform.

Chen Xie held a longsword wreathed in pitch-black baleful energy, exuding an eerie, sinister aura.

"My Martial Soul is the Evil God Sword, a mutated Martial Soul of the Seven Kill Sword. With this alone, I might find it difficult to defeat you."

A sinister smile curled his lips.

"So I've decided to switch Martial Souls!"

Boom!

The phantom of an enormous, pitch-black tiger with a scorpion hook on its tail appeared behind him.

At the same time.

Two more dazzling, scarlet Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, and two Soul Spirits, one white and one black, leaped out of them.

A white tiger and a black tiger.

The black one also had a scorpion's tail and was actually identical to his Martial Soul.

Twin Martial Souls.

His second Martial Soul already had two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings attached. Together with the one on his Evil God Sword, that made three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted sharply.

In his world, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings were something every Soul Master yearned for, and they were extraordinarily difficult to obtain.

Even he did not have one.

Yet this Soul Saint before him actually had three?

Moreover, both of his Martial Souls were of exceptionally high quality, even making Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword tremble.

"A white tiger! It's actually a hundred-thousand-year white tiger Soul Spirit?"

Dai Mubai excitedly stepped forward, his eyes bulging so wide they looked ready to bloom.

He wanted it.

If the Human Emperor World was willing to use this to win him over, then he felt that going to the Human Emperor World was not beyond consideration.

The others' attention, however, was on the other, black Soul Spirit.

"W-what Martial Soul is that?"

"What a terrifying black tiger, but why does it have a scorpion's tail?"

"It... how could it be that..."

Xiao Wu stared at the black tiger in the sky screen and spoke in disbelief, trembling.

"Xiao Wu, do you recognize it?"

Tang San's face was full of concern.

"I know! It's the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger!"

Grandmaster stared fixedly at the enormous beast's phantom and instantly cried out involuntarily.

"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger? What kind of Soul Beast is that?" everyone asked in confusion.

"It's an extremely evil Soul Beast that grows by devouring other Soul Beasts!"

"A ten-thousand-year Dark Demon Evil God Tiger can challenge a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast! Its combat strength is terrifying."

"And this Soul Spirit Sword Douluo is facing is a full hundred thousand years old!"

Xiao Wu's face was filled with worry as she spoke urgently.

"It's that strong?"

Everyone was horrified.

Could Sword Douluo defeat it, then?

In the dark room on the top floor.

"The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. It's been a long time."

A trace of reminiscence flashed through Ji Xuanyuan's eyes.

Back then, he had encountered the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger many times, and every time, he had killed it outright.

Mainly because the creature was so bullheaded, insisting on defying him and opposing him.

Later.

He had gained control of the world's origin, and all weapons, Soul Beasts, plants, and even all manner of bizarre monsters could become human Martial Souls.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul had also begun appearing among humans.

However, because of the Martial Soul's traits.

Only one person could possess it in each generation.

This boy Chen Xie was the most gifted of all those throughout the generations who had awakened the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul.

Ji Xuanyuan lowered his eyes, gazing indifferently down at the dueling arena.

"Life and Death Arena!"

Chen Xie's expression was icy as he gave the command.

Before him, the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Soul Spirit threw back its head and roared, sucking Chen Xin into a separate space.

When Ji Xuanyuan saw Chen Xin being sucked away, he knew Chen Xin was certain to lose this round.

He took out an imperial edict, and a brush appeared in his hand as he began writing.

"Human Emperor Decree."

"Chen Xie possesses rare talent and an unyielding will..."

The Life and Death Arena could forcibly turn two people into children for a duel to the death. They could only leave once one of them died.

The child Chen Xin would never be a match for the child Chen Xie.

"I hereby accept him as a disciple of the Human Emperor, in the hope that he will continue to strive."

As the brush finished its stroke, the imperial edict turned into a burst of golden light and flew down below.

Within the separate space.

Chen Xin saw nothing but darkness before his eyes. Before he could react, a flash of sword light swept past.

His neck went cold.

He clutched his neck, instantly realizing that his throat had been slit, and his consciousness began to fade.

Dead.

An instant kill!

An utterly absolute instant kill!

On the Douluo Continent.

Everyone had clearly witnessed this understanding-shattering duel from a third-person perspective.

The child Chen Xie had wielded the Evil God Sword, his movements ghostlike, and sealed his opponent's throat with a single slash!

He had won the match.

Grandpa Sword!

Ning Rongrong covered her small mouth, shock filling her eyes.

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard.

"The level ninety-seven Sword Douluo... was killed instantly, just like that?!"

The shock in Tang San's heart would not subside for a long time.

That was a Super Douluo who stood at the very summit of the Douluo Continent.

He was not much weaker than Tang San's father.

Yet in the Human Emperor World.

He had actually been killed instantly by a Soul Saint?

But recalling Chen Xie's Martial Soul, Tang San feared that no one could have dealt with that bizarre Soul Skill.

They could not help feeling so insignificant, waves of helplessness rising in their hearts.

"If only... I could have the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul."

Zhu Zhuqing gazed blankly at the sky screen, unable to stop herself from murmuring softly.

"Zhu Zhuqing! Stop entertaining such foolish thoughts!"

Hearing this beside her, Grandmaster immediately put on a stern expression.

"As a Soul Master, how can you disdain your own Martial Soul? You must never fall prey to the Human Emperor World's temptations."

"You must understand, there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!"

"As long as you develop it properly, your Hell Spirit Cat is no worse than theirs."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent and said nothing more.

In the past, everyone would certainly have echoed Grandmaster's theory, revering it as truth.

But now.

After seeing this enormous gap between Martial Souls with their own eyes, their hearts were a jumble of conflicting feelings.

Deep down, their convictions had already begun to waver.