Snap. Ling Feng's foot accurately stepped on the center of the spot illuminated by the giant soul lamp, which was particularly dazzling on the bloody arena! The moment the toes landed! An invisible ripple spread quietly! The Silver Soul Badge that was casually discarded on the face of the food-related boy refracted the pale light. It seemed to be silently mocking the blood and flesh on the ground, And the three Soul Elder, who were full of momentum just now, have now turned into icy wrecks. "Ding!" The crisp, cold, and emotionless system prompt sounded like ice beads rolling down a jade plate in Ling Feng's mind! [Special sign-in location detected: Soto Great Soul Arena Central Main Arena·Bloodstained Land (not officially named)!] [Sign-in conditions met!] [Sign-in successful!] Boom--!!! An energy that does not originate from Soul Power, but is more domineering and purer than Soul Power, and contains some kind of primitive killing and majestic will! Like a volcano that has been silent for thousands of years! It exploded into the limbs and bones of Ling Feng! Every cell! is roaring! Reorganizing! Greedily devouring this new force! [Rewards distributed!] [1. Soul Power Level upgrade: +1 level! (Current level: peak level 19!)] [2. Special status: Asura Blood Sea Illusion (temporary)!] [Effect: The host can actively release Mental Shock, Simulation Asura once Divine Slaughter's Domain Prototype Illusion! The spirit of the enemy within the range of the effect is impacted by the bloody illusion, causing varying degrees of stiffness, fear, and confusion depending on the strength of the will! Those with extremely weak will may even be at risk of mental breakdown! (Duration: 1 hour!)] [Explanation (system note): This is the 'open key' of the Slaughter City check-in point. After being contaminated with the breath of blood and soul, it will eventually be swallowed by the real realm!] Hiss -- Deep in Ling Feng's pupils, there was an extremely obscure light that even the silver-white mask could not completely cover, like coagulated blood, a dark red light, flashing away! He felt that his mental power was as if it had been immersed in hot lava and calcined, and then instantly thrown into the Jiuyou Cold Spring to be tempered! It became more condensed! Sharper! With... a killing power that makes the soul tremble! A cold will that overlooks the life and death of billions of living beings! It's as if he can summon mountains of corpses and seas of blood with a single thought! "Uh..." An extremely forbearing groan overflowed from his throat. It was not pain. It was the extreme impact of the sudden surge in energy, like a flood opening! If his will was not as tenacious as iron, he would have fallen into a brief mental shock at this moment! He closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, His eyes returned to the calmness of the ancient well. Only under the bottomless cold pool, there was a hint of... a scarlet shadow that could freeze the soul. At the edge of the ring, the referee finally reacted. He rolled over and almost rushed to the soul guide loudspeaker. The voice was as sharp as a rooster being strangled due to excessive excitement and fear! "Win... the winner is Clear Sky Team!" "Sir Clear Sky! You... you won Silver Soul Badge!" "And advanced to the finals of this competition!" "The opponent in the finals is!" Wow - the huge soul guide light screen suddenly changed! The two dazzling scarlet characters were like two towering mountain peaks! Pressing on the hearts of all the audience! Imperial Fighting Team!
Roar--!! After a short period of dead silence! More violent and hysterical roars exploded in the sky! "Imperial Fighting Team! It's Imperial Fighting Team!!" "Master Clear Sky!! Blast those guys with their nostrils in the sky!!" "Oh my God! Master Clear Sky is really going to face those monsters!!" Fear! Expectation! Crazy! Countless complex emotions were intertwined in the air! Everyone looked towards the center of the ring, where the figure still stood as silent as a mountain! Waiting for his reaction when facing the ultimate powerful enemy! Is it excitement? Is it fanaticism? Or...
Ling Feng's reaction? No reaction. He didn't even look up. He looked at the two suffocating characters on the light screen. As if they were just two unsightly stones on the roadside. He just felt the vast Soul Power rushing through his body, and the "Asura Blood Sea Illusion" temporary seal that exuded a terrifying aura in the sea of consciousness. The corners of his cold mouth, It evokes a subtle arc. It's interesting. This sign-in point... finally looks like something. Compared with these on the ground, the final venue, the "Imperial Fighting Team" arena. Presumably... the blood will be hotter? The sign-in reward will also be more... His eyes, like two cold rays of substance, penetrated the fanatical noise and accurately aimed at a box at the top of the VIP seats!
There! Behind the thick one-way crystal glass! A figure wearing a luxurious golden robe! Standing quietly in the shadow! Tall! With straight shoulders and back! Like a benchmark made of gold! Even across such a long distance, separated by the soul guidance strengthened crystal that is enough to isolate perception! The aura like the arrival of a princess, with natural majesty and aloofness, still penetrated the space! Ling Feng's eyes fell on her. Her gaze also penetrated the crystal wall. Like substance, it hit the silver mask in the center of the ring! The air seemed to solidify instantly! A silent collision of wills! The space rippled invisible to the naked eye!
Bang - click! A slight but clear cracking sound! In front of Qian Renxue, on the surface of the soul-guiding enhanced crystal that can withstand Soul Ancestor-level attacks! Several cracks as thin as hair split out of thin air! It was like being cut by an invisible sharp blade! Her pale golden eyes, which seemed to contain the entire galaxy, narrowed slightly! A flash of real shock flashed through her! She didn't expect! She was caught by the opponent instantly with just a trace of curiosity and scrutiny! And! The counterattack was so fierce! So... domineering! "Ha..." The corners of Qian Renxue's beautiful mouth slowly raised a cold and dangerous arc. Interesting. This "Clear Sky"... is much more dangerous than what all the intelligence she received described...!
"Captain!" The VIP box door was pushed open! Yu Tianheng stepped in! His face was slightly pale due to the mental confrontation just now, but his eyes were burning with soaring fighting spirit! Like a thunder eagle about to fight in the sky! "That Clear Sky!" His voice was low, with a hint of incredible solemnity and strong excitement! "Very strong!" Behind him, Dugu Yan's green eyes shone with a snake-like cold light, while Shi Mo Shi Mo's two brothers' expressions were as serious as the earth! Imperial Fighting Team's fangs were already showing their sharpness in the breath of blood! Qian Renxue did not look back. Her fingertips, Gently brushing against the few tiny cracks on the crystal wall. The voice was as cold as ice hitting jade, but it carried an unquestionable will! "Tian Heng." "Yanzi." "Shi Mo, Shi Mo." "Next game." "Crush him." "At... any cost."
On the ring. Ling Feng withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the VIP box. He slowly raised his hand. The fingertips of his long, clean, well-jointed right hand traced a very subtle arc in the air, but it seemed to contain some kind of supreme principle. Then, he gently pressed it on his chest. On top of the silver-white mask that still shone with cold metallic luster. The fingertips exerted slight pressure. Click. There was an extremely slight sound of a mechanical spring. The mask was slowly peeled off from his face. Under the mask, the pair of dark eyes, as dark as ink and as deep as the endless starry sky, were lingering with a hint of vagueness, as if they had been condensed for hundreds of millions of years of bloody evil energy! He flicked it casually. The silver-white mask that had accompanied him in many battles was like a butterfly with broken wings, swirling lightly, Falling into the pile of blood and minced meat under the ring. Then. Ling Feng raised his eyelids. For the first time, his real gaze swept across the entire venue without any hindrance! Everywhere he looked! Crazy! Roar! Shout! It was like being poured down by an invisible pocket of ice water! Instantly! Frozen! Solidified! Silent! Tens of thousands of eyes met those inhuman eyes! Calm. Cold. Deep. There was no ecstasy of victory! There was no solemnity of facing the ultimate powerful enemy! There was only... a kind of coldness that sent people straight from the spine to the Baihui point on the top of the head! It was as if he was not standing here stepping on the remains of his opponent! It was like... just casually crushing a few bugs that could not see the way. It was insignificant. Even the name was too lazy to remember. "Imperial Fighting Team?" A clear, calm, and waveless voice penetrated all the dead silence. Just like Sword of Judgment, hanging over the entire Soul Fighting Arena! "Hope..." "The blood you shed..." He cast his eyes on the highest box again. The corners of his mouth slowly curved in a very small, cold arc that was enough to make everyone who saw it burst into tears! "... Qualified to let my hammer..." "Get some... decent color." After the words fell, he turned around. Without staying for another second, he took a step forward. The figure seemed to melt into the air. He instantly disappeared into the shadow of the arena, leaving only the mess and blood on the ground. And a dead silence. Tens of thousands of cold contempt and murderous will revealed by those words, as cold as Abyss, impacted the soul that almost collapsed!
The referee froze on the spot. His own heavy, trembling breathing came from Amplifying Soul Tool. The audience was in a state of despair. He even forgot to breathe. The food-related boy stared blankly at the silver Soul Fighting badge in his arms that was stained with tears, snot, and body temperature, and then looked at the silver-white mask in the stands that was abandoned in the dirt by Ling Feng. Look at the twisted corpse under the steps in the distance... He finally couldn't bear it anymore. "Ugh--!" The sound of violent vomiting was as harsh as a death knell in the dead silence of the venue! And in the VIP box, Qian Renxue's fingertips finally left the cracks in the crystal wall. She looked at the direction in which the figure disappeared. The shock in her eyes had been replaced by something richer. Curiosity. Coldness. There was also a trace of... as hot as a hunter seeing the perfect prey! "Clear Sky..." She murmured softly. Her voice was clearly audible in the silent box. "Interesting." "Your name..." "Deserving to be the emperor..." "... the first stepping stone on the road to the throne!"
In the sky above the central arena, the huge soul-guided crystal chandelier illuminated the area where Ling Feng had just stood. The smooth and hard black gangland rock ground did not leave any footprints. But it seemed to be imprinted with an invisible thing made of pure evil spirit and cold will - the footprints of God!