Demon Blade Elder, a Level 39 Gatekeeper!

Xiao Wu stood prettily on the arena stage, facing a hulking opponent.

As soon as the battle began, Xiao Wu revealed two Soul Rings.

The audience below erupted in cries of surprise.

Her first soul skill, Waist Bow, activated, and her opponent was defeated.

Next up were Zhu Zhuqing and Tang San, who had been matched against each other.

In the spectator stands, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled at Dai Mubai.

"Zhu Zhuqing has a pretty good figure!"

Dai Mubai froze, then asked somewhat nervously, "Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to her?"

Xiao Wu, standing nearby, also turned her gaze toward him, feeling an indescribable unease in her heart.

What's with this guy?

This morning, he said I was his girlfriend, and now he's eyeing someone else?

What a womanizer!

"No, I was just making a normal comment." Chen Feng spoke solemnly, then turned to Xiao Wu. "Don't misunderstand, okay?"

Xiao Wu turned away and snorted coldly. "What does it have to do with me?"

Chen Feng smiled and said nothing more.

Xiao Wu really was pure-hearted. It probably would not be long before he could win her over completely.

He only needed to wait a few more days!

Chen Feng seemed utterly confident.

While everyone chatted and joked around, the battle onstage had also reached a fever pitch.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass swept across the entire arena like a cage.

Zhu Zhuqing had nowhere to dodge and was tightly bound, her curvaceous figure thrown into sharp relief.

Ma Hongjun's mouth fell open at the sight, his tiny eyes nearly popping out.

The battle ended, and it was Chen Feng's turn next.

To everyone's surprise, the opponent standing before him was a thin, white-haired old man!

"Now this will be interesting!" Dai Mubai said with a wicked grin from the spectator stands. "I've faced that old fellow before."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Wu immediately asked, "Is he very strong?"

The moment she spoke, everyone looked at her in surprise.

Their lingering gazes made Xiao Wu panic slightly.

She hurriedly explained, "I'm worried about our classmate, that's all."

Tang San found it strange, but he did not dwell on it.

At that moment, Dai Mubai took a deep breath and sighed.

"That old man is called Mo Cang. His Soul Power Level is thirty-nine!"

"He's a famous gatekeeper here. He loves bullying Soul Masters in their thirties, then placing bets to win money."

Tang San's curiosity was piqued, and he asked doubtfully, "Even you weren't his match?"

Dai Mubai gave a bitter smile. "All I can say is that I lost after three moves last time."

Still, he was more than happy to see Chen Feng get taught a lesson.

"What?" Xiao Wu and the others were utterly shocked.

Did that mean Chen Feng was very likely to lose his first match?

To run into such a powerful opponent right away, his luck was terrible.

The lottery matched opponents based on Soul Power Level. Soul Masters above level thirty would face opponents in their thirties as well.

Even someone as strong as Dai Mubai only maintained a win rate of a little over sixty percent at the Great Soul Arena.

On the arena stage, the two introduced themselves.

"Chen Feng, level thirty-three Weapon Soul Master."

"Mo Cang, level thirty-nine Weapon Soul Master!"

Then, at the Host's command, the battle began.

"Kid, since you've run into me, you'd better surrender early!" Mo Cang did not attack immediately, instead teasing him with a genial smile.

Chen Feng blinked and smiled as well. "Is that so? Since becoming a Soul Master, I've never lost."

Mo Cang's eyes sharpened. "Haha, I like arrogant youngsters. But after this old man defeats you, don't cry!"

As his words fell, he shouted and extended his right hand. A pitch-black longsword slowly emerged.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the surrounding spectator stands!

"Come on, Old Man Mo! Take him out in one hit!"

"I bet one hundred Gold Soul Coins! I'm counting on making a killing!"

"Hahaha, I can't wait! That rotten old man Mo Cang has already won more than twenty matches in a row, right?"

"..."

Mo Cang was extremely famous at the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.

With his level thirty-nine Soul Power, he was nearly unbeatable in battles at this level!

Still, he truly had no shame!

Ordinary Soul Masters cared about their reputation and would never do something so disgraceful.

At that moment, the battle had already begun.

Three Soul Rings rose beneath Mo Cang's feet—two yellow and one purple!

Right from the start, he unleashed a dazzling thousand-year soul skill!

Sweeping Force of a Thousand Jins!

Mo Cang swung his blade fiercely, and a vast surge of Soul Power came howling forth.

Then, the black blade expanded against the wind, transforming into a black Demon Blade more than ten meters long!

The next second, the black Demon Blade surged forward with unstoppable force.

Naturally, Chen Feng refused to be outdone. He summoned his martial soul, and his first soul skill lit up.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!

More than a hundred snow-white Heavenly Dao Swords shot forward.

Boom!

The violent Soul Power fluctuations were deafening.

A confident smile spread across Mo Cang's face, as though victory was already his.

With this move alone, no Soul Elder below level thirty-five could withstand it!

The gap in Soul Power was ultimately impossible to overcome!

But this time, he was dumbfounded!

The black and white forces collided.

Although the white Soul Power Chen Feng released was slightly weaker, for some reason, the sword qi it unleashed was incomparably powerful!

The black Demon Blade was gradually dismantled before finally collapsing and vanishing.

"What level of martial soul is this?!"

Mo Cang's eyes filled with horror and disbelief. It was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

What terrified him even more was that the third Soul Ring beneath his opponent's feet was actually a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!

What kind of joke was this?!

He had lived for most of his life, yet he had never seen anyone whose third Soul Ring was Ten Thousand Years old!

The cheers from the audience gradually fell silent as well.

They stared fixedly at the arena stage, as though they could not believe their eyes.

"Is this for real?! Mo Cang's third soul skill is that weak?"

"No, that guy in white is just too strong!"

"That's a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? This... am I sure I'm not seeing things?"

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! Pfft!"

"..."

Many spectators nearly spat blood on the spot.

Where had this little monster come from?!

It would have been one thing if his martial soul was special, but he also had a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Dai Mubai and the others wore strange expressions as well.

Ma Hongjun seemed to realize something and said tremblingly, "Feng Ge, is he... is he really a monster?"

Xiao Wu let out a soft breath, and the worry she had been holding onto finally eased for the moment.

"Chen Feng is pretty amazing!"

Outside the arena, the deafening clamor continued without end.

Chen Feng stood calmly, long accustomed to such a scene.

Then, he looked straight ahead and said placidly, "Your Soul Power is quite strong, but unfortunately, your martial soul's quality is ordinary."

Hearing this assessment, Mo Cang's eyes blazed with fury as he roared.

"No! I don't believe it!"

He absolutely could not lose!

After all, he had bet a full five thousand Gold Soul Coins this time!

If he lost, then... he might vomit three liters of blood on the spot!

Mo Cang gripped his blade and strode forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was already within ten steps of Chen Feng.

Sweeping Force of a Thousand Jins!

The enormous pitch-black Demon Blade appeared once more.

At such close range, its power was even more terrifying!

"It's time to end this."

Chen Feng murmured softly and slowly shook his head.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the arena, the black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring lit up.

One Sword, Immortal Kneels!