You think you're worthy?

Yang Chen gritted his teeth. He was very confident in his family's Seven-in-One Fusion Skill, but for some reason, the longer he stayed by Bai Yushan's side, the more he felt a physical fear.

Like prey facing its natural enemy, it instinctively wants to flee.

"Attack together! With all your might!"

Yang Chen roared.

The remaining six brothers drank simultaneously, and the seven wisps of grayish-blue mist surged once more.

The illusion grew even stronger.

Seven people rushed towards Bai Yushan from seven different directions at the same time.

The claws gleamed with a cold light, all coated with siren venom.

They blocked all escape routes from all directions.

But in the instant they moved...

Bai Yushan also moved.

An electric arc exploded beneath his feet.

Sizzle--

A flash of black and red lightning appeared on the spot.

He had already reached Yang Chen.

The speed was so fast that Yang Chen's pupils couldn't keep up.

"You... have offended me."

Bai Yushan spoke softly, his voice low, so that no one but Yang Chen, who was standing right next to him, could hear him clearly.

But that soft whisper seemed to plunge Yang Chen into an abyss.

My whole body was ice cold; my blood felt like it was freezing.

Bai Yushan stretched out his right hand, his large, iron-like hand gripping the swinging arm tightly.

Clench your fingers.

Click--

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

"Ah--!"

Yang Chen let out a piercing scream.

His forearm was crushed.

Bone fragments pierced through the skin and poked out.

Blood splattered.

Bai Yushan remained expressionless, his grip tightening without easing.

He grabbed his shoulder with his other hand.

With a gentle twist.

Click!

Another crisp sound.

His entire arm was twisted off.

Yang Chen's vision went black, and he almost fainted from the pain.

Bai Yushan casually tossed it aside.

Yang Chen flew out like a broken sack, crashing heavily onto the protective barrier. He slid down the barrier, collapsed to the ground, and rolled around clutching his severed arm, screaming in agony.

Taking down the boss is just a matter of one move.

The remaining six people were stunned.

Looking at their elder brother's mangled, severed arm, their eyes were filled with shock and fear.

But before they could react...

Bai Yushan moved swiftly and appeared in front of Yang Tao, the second brother.

Yang Tao instinctively raised his claws to block.

Bai Yushan grabbed his wrist with his left hand and punched his elbow with his right.

Click!

The elbow bent backwards at an odd angle.

Yang Tao opened his mouth and screamed in agony.

Bai Yushan slid down, grabbed his wrist, and lifted it upwards.

Another crisp sound.

The entire arm was removed.

He kicked me in the chest.

Yang Tao flew sideways and crashed to the ground, clutching his broken arm and wincing in pain.

The third one, the third son.

As Bai Yushan turned around, the third brother was turning around to run away.

Bai Yushan reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulling him backward.

The third brother's forward-leaning body was abruptly stopped, and he was pulled back up.

"Wait! I'll vote..."

But Bai Yushan didn't give him a chance to shout, raising his knee sharply and slamming it into his lower back.

Click--

The dull thud of a broken spine.

The third brother's body went limp, and he collapsed.

He lost sensation in his lower body.

One, two, three...

Amidst the confusion, screams rang out one after another.

The sounds of bones cracking and flesh tearing mingled together.

It only took a few seconds.

The seven brothers lay sprawled on the ground.

They were all wounded, some with missing arms, some with missing legs.

Even the least serious case involved several broken ribs.

He lay on the ground groaning, unable to get up.

The once dense fog has long since dissipated completely.

The ring was once again exposed to the audience.

When you can see the scene on the ring.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared, mouths agape, at the bloody, mangled scene on the stage.

Seven people... all useless?

Several of his arms and legs were broken?

Oh My God...

Is this a competition?

Or is it a one-sided massacre?

"Hiss--"

I don't know who gasped first.

The entire venue erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! That's brutal!"

"They just twisted someone's arm off?!"

"This... this is too brutal!"

The sounds of discussion and exclamations mingled together.

Some people felt relieved, while others thought it went too far.

But more than anything, it was awe-inspiring.

How could you hit such a young child so hard?

"Stop!!"

The teacher leading the team from the Tianfeng Academy suddenly stood up, pointed at the arena, and yelled at the referee.

"This is murder! This is murder!"

He jumped up and down, his face turning bright red.

Despite his shouts, he didn't dare step onto the ring.

After all... he himself was only at the Four-Ring Soul Ancestor level.

He couldn't even beat Yang Chen.

Go up?

Are you going up there to die?

He only dared to shout a few words from a great distance.

"Referee! He's the loser! He's guilty of malicious assault!"

The referee, standing by the ring, was also a little bewildered.

In Soul Master competitions, injuries are inevitable.

It's rare to see someone go to such lengths.

Did they break all four of the person's limbs?

If this leaves lasting effects, it could be a lifelong problem.

The referee hesitated, just about to speak.

call--

A figure darted down from the stands.

It was extremely fast, with an imposing momentum.

The old man in the gray robe had white hair and beard, deep wrinkles on his face, and cloudy but sharp eyes.

The cultivation of Six-Ring Soul Emperor was unleashed without reservation, causing the surrounding air to stagnate.

He is Yang Xuan, the former patriarch of the Yang Clan.

He was sitting in the stands, watching his seven grandsons compete, looking quite pleased with himself.

But in the blink of an eye, most of his seven grandsons were crippled.

Seeing the people lying on the ground screaming in agony, their arms and legs broken, the old man trembled with rage.

These are all the promising talents of the Yang Clan, the hope for the future of the clan!

Suffering such a severe injury now could leave lasting psychological trauma, potentially affecting one's future career path!

Yang Xuan was furious.

He swayed and landed on the arena.

The pressure of Soul Emperor level expert spread out instantly.

The entire audience felt the heavy pressure and fell silent.

The huge stadium fell silent instantly.

"Such a violent temper at such a young age!"

Yang Xuan's voice was deep and filled with anger, making everyone's ears ring.

His gaze was fixed on Bai Yushan, his eyes icy cold.

"If she's this ruthless at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up?"

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised a hand.

The grayish-blue Soul Power gathered in his palm, transforming into a gigantic sea monster claw shadow.

With a whistling sound, it swooped down towards Bai Yushan.

The Six-Ring Soul Emperor unleashed his fury, and the power was astonishing.

Before the claws even landed, the arena floor had already begun to crack.

The entire audience held their breath.

It's over.

This boy is in big trouble.

How could he possibly withstand the attack of the Soul Emperor?

Gu Yue stood on the other side of the arena, her expression changed, and a cold light flashed in her silver-purple eyes.

The six elements converged in front of him instantly.

Without a second thought, she stepped forward.

But just then...

Bai Yushan stood still, neither dodging nor flinching.

He raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring straight at Yang Xuan.

Far from showing the slightest fear, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Teach me a lesson?"

The boy's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire arena through the booming of his Soul Power.

"You dare to challenge me?"

The moment the words left his mouth.