Burning Soul, Burning Blood, Sharingan!

"Fire Release Radiance Descends from Heaven!"

Yang Tian pointed with two fingers, and a pillar of fire like an erupting volcano instantly engulfed Zhao Wuji.

"Immovable Bright King Body!"

Zhao Wuji's expression grew increasingly solemn. His entire body seemed to be coated in golden light, and with a surge of Soul Power, he forcibly shattered the pillar of fire!

Yang Tian leaped back, widening the distance between himself and Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, I haven't even used my full strength yet."

"Good boy! Since that's the case, then I'll shamelessly use my full strength!" Zhao Wuji's delight intensified. With a loud roar, his aura rose by another fifty percent.

"Teacher Zhao was still holding back?"

"A Soul Sage... terrifying."

"Yang Tian can actually fight Teacher Zhao to this extent."

A strange light flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes. "How did he do it?"

"Grrr..." Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth. He was actually that strong? What was she supposed to do? How could she get revenge?

Zhao Wuji unleashed all his strength and glanced at the incense stick, which was nearly burnt out. He paid it no mind and attacked again. "Kid, take another palm strike from me! Vajra Palm!"

Yang Tian shifted his footing. Facing Zhao Wuji's full-power Vajra Palm, he finally grew serious.

"Illusion God Palm!" Yang Tian pushed out one hand. His movement appeared exceedingly slow, yet countless palm shadows struck out at once. This palm seemed to come from multiple angles, half real and half false, half solid and half illusionary!

Boom!

The Vajra Palm shattered. Yang Tian seemed to suffer a backlash; his body shook, and he took two steps back. Zhao Wuji, meanwhile, only trembled once with his burly body before showing no further reaction.

"As expected of a Soul Sage." Yang Tian was not discouraged. The Illusion God Palm was never suited for direct clashes. He had used it only to test its limits.

Zhao Wuji did not continue attacking. Instead, he wore an exasperated expression. "Kid, are Self-Created Soul Skills as common as cabbages?"

Yang Tian pursed his lips. "No. Cabbages are too cheap. At the very least, they should be worth an abalone—one that fits perfectly."

Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched, and his gaze toward Yang Tian turned more hostile. What he hated most were show-offs. He would never admit that he was jealous.

Dai Mubai's expression, however, turned somewhat strange after hearing Yang Tian's words. Abalone? And it had to fit perfectly? A kindred spirit.

Still, Dai Mubai was the only one present who immediately got the joke.

"You brat, I'll let you see the true power of a Soul Sage." Zhao Wuji spoke indignantly, and a purple ring beneath his feet lit up. "Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement!"

Yang Tian immediately felt his body sink, as though he had been filled with lead. Every movement took far more effort than before. Yet Zhao Wuji's Soul Skill had not stopped.

"I know you're slippery. Let's see you escape this—Positioning Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji's fourth ring lit up and directly encircled Yang Tian.

Yang Tian frowned slightly. Then, a glassy-colored flame rose up. Beneath his feet, one yellow and two purple Soul Rings gleamed.

"Second Soul Skill, Burning Soul Flame!"

"Third Soul Skill, Burning Blood Flame!"

Two Thousand-Year Soul Rings lit up in succession, and Yang Tian's aura instantly more than doubled.

Burning Soul Flame: Burn Soul Power to gain a temporary boost. The more intensely the Soul Power burned, the stronger the boost.

Burning Blood Flame: Burn vitality and blood to gain a temporary boost. The more intensely the vitality and blood burned, the stronger the boost.

Yang Tian had gone through immense trouble to find the soul beasts that provided these two Soul Rings in a remote volcanic range.

Compared to a single offensive fire-attribute Soul Skill, enhancement-type Soul Skills were undoubtedly far more useful to Yang Tian.

The Ancient Desolate Saint Body possessed inexhaustible Soul Power and undying vitality. These two enhancement-type Soul Skills suited him perfectly.

When Zhao Wuji saw Yang Tian's aura suddenly double, his eyelids twitched wildly. He gritted his teeth. "Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze!"

Power from all directions compressed Yang Tian's bones until they creaked. Yet at that moment, Yang Tian's Soul Power suddenly erupted.

Golden light burst outward like ripples, and in that brief instant, he broke free from Zhao Wuji's Gravity Squeeze. Bathed in golden radiance, the golden tomoe patterns in Yang Tian's eyes spun as a mental wave surged into Zhao Wuji's mind.

"Sharingan!"

Zhao Wuji's consciousness was instantly pulled by Yang Tian into an illusory space. Yet before Zhao Wuji could examine his surroundings, he was transferred back to reality. In that single instant, cold sweat covered his forehead. The piercing pain in his mind made him unable to continue attacking. "What powerful spiritual power."

All Soul Skills were interrupted, and Yang Tian felt completely relaxed. Looking at the incense stick, which had already gone out, Yang Tian no longer intended to attack. He now had a perfect understanding of his own strength. Though he still had killing moves he had not used, there was no need.

A Soul Sage's Martial Soul Avatar was an extremely difficult hurdle to cross. With his strength, killing a Soul King should not be much of a problem.

After exhaling deeply, Yang Tian's aura swiftly declined. Though the Eternal Mangekyō allowed him to use Infinite Tsukuyomi without worrying about going blind, Tsukuyomi still consumed spiritual power. Especially when using Tsukuyomi on a Soul Sage—even Yang Tian, who cultivated the Chaos Godly Grindstone visualization technique, found the consumption difficult to bear.

Of course, if the target had been Dai Mubai, wouldn't that have been easy? He could have sent him straight to reincarnation.

Burning his Soul Power and vitality had not left Yang Tian exhausted. That was simply how absurdly powerful the Saint Body was.

Seeing that Yang Tian was only slightly pale, Zhao Wuji's headache worsened. What kind of monster had he run into? A second Thousand-Year Soul Ring was one thing, and Self-Created Soul Skills were another, but why was his spiritual power so strong too?

The incense had long since burned out, and the result of the battle was obvious. Perhaps Zhao Wuji still had not used his full strength, but judging by Yang Tian's condition, he had not expended much either.

"Yay! I knew Heavenly Brother was the best!" Xiao Wu shouted carefreely. Of everyone present, she was probably the only one who did not overthink it.

Seeing everyone stare at him as if he were some inhuman creature, Yang Tian snapped his fingers. "Don't fall for me. I'm just a legend. Men, turn left when you head out. Girls, please come into my arms."

"Pah, pah, pah! Who would go into your arms? Narcissist!" Ning Rongrong could no longer hide her proud nature. Her pretty face flushed red as she glared at Yang Tian.

Yang Tian rolled his eyes. "Little brother, pay attention to your gender. I'm not into guys!" At the same time, he smiled at Zhu Zhuqing, seemingly deliberately yet casually. Though his face was pale, with the battle from earlier as a backdrop, that smile carried a distinctive kind of handsomeness.

Zhu Zhuqing's face reddened slightly, and she avoided looking at Yang Tian. Nearby, Xiao Wu watched quietly, her gem-like eyes turning mischievously.

Zhao Wuji rubbed his brow, as if doing so could ease his headache. "Yang Tian won, but I still need to understand the rest of your strengths.

"Here's what we'll do. Yang Tian, you'll be responsible for testing Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. Mubai, you'll test Tang San. As for Ning Rongrong, you're an auxiliary-type soul master, so we'll skip you."