The moment Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran completely merged into two brilliant, spiraling torrents of divine golden light, a cataclysmic, world-shaking spiritual pressure instantly blanked out the entire arena!
Resonancia... ¡Bzz! ¡Bzz! ¡Bzz!
As the blinding radiance began to condense, seven magnificent spirit rings slowly materialized, floating majestically behind the newly formed silhouette: Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Red!
The moment the seventh ring—an incredibly eerie, violently glowing, blood-red ring—snapped into place, the entire stadium went dead silent for a fraction of a second before exploding into an absolute frenzy of deafening roars and thunderous cheers!
A seven-ring Soul Saint! An absolute perversion of the traditional optimal configuration, boasting three high-tier black soul rings and a legendary, mythic 100,000-year red soul ring!
At this moment, it wasn't just the ordinary spectators who were trembling in pure, unadulterated awe; the entire Heaven Dou Imperial Team, standing directly in the path of this divine majesty, felt their breath completely catch in their throats.
From the golden light emerged a breathtakingly majestic figure. She possessed long, shimmering golden hair, piercing golden eyes, and a full set of exquisite, form-fitting golden battle armor that beautifully highlighted her tall, powerful, and voluptuous curves. Clutching a massive, divine Golden Dragon Lance in her right hand, she stood as the undisputed monarch of the battlefield—the Dragon Lance Goddess!
The Goddess glanced briefly toward Ye Lingling, her golden eyes softening with a flicker of deep pity for her former sister. But a split second later, her gaze hardened into pure ice. Lifting the heavy, domineering dragon lance, she turned into a golden blur, thrusting the weapon straight toward the incoming front line where Tang San had unleashed his bloated, artificial Clear Sky Avatar.
BOOM!
The sharp, radiant tip of the golden lance collided heavily with the pitch-black, gargantuan surface of the hammer. A terrifying, high-frequency sonic hum violently ripped through the air, vibrating the very stone tiles beneath their feet!
However, the expressions of the two combatants could not have been more different.
The Dragon Lance Goddess merely knit her beautiful brow slightly, silently annoyed that her casual opening thrust hadn't instantly shattered the boy's weapon. Across from her, Tang San's face was already completely pale, heavy beads of cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain. As the central nexus channeling the soul power of six different people, the sheer, crushing feedback from that single collision felt like a mountain slamming into his chest.
With just this solitary clash, the web of skin between his thumb and forefinger violently split open, thick lines of crimson blood dripping down the handle of his hammer.
The Grandmaster's Public Debut
Right at this climatic moment, up on the highest VIP papal balcony, Platinum Bishop Salas stepped forward with a dead, hollow expression. Reaching out, he violently yanked away a massive square of red velvet cloth tucked into the far corner of the terrace, revealing a massive, heavily reinforced iron cage beneath.
Slumped inside the cage was a horribly deformed, grotesquely swollen, and unbelievably greasy mound of human flesh. His entire body was cross-hatched with thousands of deep, rotting, salt-crusted whip scars. It was abundantly clear that before being brought to this stadium, he had undergone an eternity of unmitigated physical torment.
"AAAAHHH!! OOOAAAHH!! S-SAN... CHUAN... SAVE ME!!! CHUAN, SAVE ME!!!"
Indeed, this pathetic, oil-slicked pig squealing in agonizing terror, missing large patches of skin on his face and scalp, was none other than the legendary Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.
Standing beside the cage, Salas's eyes were filled with a deeply buried, instinctive layer of pure horror. In his long, bloody career within Spirit Hall, he had seen plenty of corpses, and he had executed countless men. But he had never in his entire life witnessed a human being whose scalp and facial skin had been completely whipped off, whose flesh was entirely putrid and rotten, yet who was still forcefully kept alive and conscious!
However, before Salas could even process his own dread, a subtle wave of spirit energy washed over him. His eyes instantly glazed over, turning completely blank and vacant. He stood there like a mindless statue, forced to simply stare ahead, ensuring the entire stadium could clearly see the grotesque display of the Grandmaster's ultimate downfall.
Shattering the Illusion
"ROAR!!!"
Back on the battlefield, a massive, majestic golden dragon phantom suddenly coiled itself tightly around the shaft of the Golden Dragon Lance. Accompanied by a series of deep, deafening draconic roars, the weapon exploded forward, driving straight toward Tang San's face.
"Not good!"
CRACK!!!
The massive Clear Sky Hammer that Tang San had conjured via his crude, bootleg avatar was utterly powerless against the localized divine might of Dugu Yan's thrust. With a sickening, metallic shattering sound, the legendary top-tier tool martial soul was violently blasted into countless glittering fragments!
BANG!
The explosive shockwave sent Tang San flying backward like a broken ragdoll. Yet, the moment the hammer shattered, the Dragon Lance Goddess didn't even waste a breath tracking his falling body. In a flash of golden light, she materialized right beside the trembling form of Ye Lingling.
The horrific backlash of the shattered formation hadn't fully traveled back to the support master yet. Dugu Yan's eyes flashed with fierce determination; she needed to cut the link right now!
SHIING!
With two precise, ultra-fast strokes of her golden lance, the energetic soul power threads connecting Ye Lingling to the remaining members of the Heaven Dou squad were cleanly and safely severed. Having completely exhausted her soul power reserves, Ye Lingling's soft body went entirely limp, slumping safely into a deep unconsciousness.
As for the rest of the Heaven Dou Imperial Team? The explosive feedback from Tang San's shattered avatar rolled backward through the severed lines, instantly knocking every single one of them unconscious, leaving them sprawled across the stone floor in utter defeat.
The Hidden Weapon Comedy
However, right in the midst of this absolute carnage, dozens of sharp, whistling air currents suddenly erupted from the rear of the field!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
That's right! Our magnificent, reincarnated Seagod and supreme Soul King, Tang Chuan, had once again unleashed his ultimate, tried-and-true classic technique that had never failed him in his past life: The Bat Wing Samsara!
"Hahaha! To ensure a flawless victory in this match, I have spent countless nights meticulously preparing this trap! Die! Hahaha!!!"
Tang Chuan laughed with absolute, unhinged delirium. He had known from the very beginning that his team might lose a direct, face-to-face brawl. But when it came to underhanded tactics, hidden weapons, and lethal poisons, he considered himself the undisputed ancestor of the entire continent!
In his twisted mind, he could already see the beautiful girls of Tianshui Academy being thoroughly pierced by his custom hidden weapons, which were heavily coated in a lethal mixture of the Biling Seven Absolute Poison and his own highly synthesized toxic compounds. A poison that absolutely no one on this earth besides him could ever hope to detoxify!
Yet, right in the middle of his manic, echoing laughter, the resting members of the Tianshui Academy Team casually glanced up at the incoming projectiles. A subtle flicker of brief surprise passed through their beautiful eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by absolute, unbothered boredom.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of crisp, heavy metallic deflections rang out across the stage. Tang Chuan's laughter instantly died in his throat, his eyes widening into two plates of pure, unadulterated horror as he witnessed the impossible scene unfolding before him.
Aside from Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran, who easily knocked away the projectiles using the broad shaft of their divine dragon lance, the remaining Tianshui girls didn't even bother to dodge. Their slender silhouettes blurred into a series of flawless, ethereal phantoms, shifting gracefully through the dense rain of hidden weapons with absolute, rhythmic ease.
And the most terrifying part? Every single one of their delicate hands had completely transformed into a brilliant, translucent, ice-like jade-white color.
That's right! It was the absolute signature techniques of his own Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record: The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and the Mysterious Jade Hand!
Having been thoroughly trained and opened up by Fu Ye, who possessed infinite knowledge and countless divine techniques, the girls' execution of these basic footwork and hand styles was infinitely more refined, elegant, and flawless than Tang Chuan's crude, unpolished version.
Before Tang Chuan's broken mind could even process this world-shattering psychological shock, the Tianshui girls casually flicked their wrists. Utilizing the exact same trajectory and technique, they sent his entire volley of poisoned weapons screaming right back toward him!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Dozens of poisoned blades ruthlessly sliced and embedded themselves deep into Tang Chuan's limbs and torso.
BANG!
His body crashed heavily onto the stone floor, his internal organs violently shifting from the impact as the dark, volatile toxins instantly began eating away at his meridians. Trembling uncontrollably, he desperately fumbled with a small white porcelain bottle, pouring a handful of custom antivenom pills directly into his mouth and swallowing them whole.
But the moment he cleared his vision and looked up toward the ultra-luxury VIP suite, his remaining sanity completely shattered.
Up in the plush velvet booths, Fu Ye was completely ignoring the entire battlefield. He had pulled the exquisitely flexible, voluptuous body of Xiao Wu straight into his lap. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around her slender waist, his hands explicitly groping and caressing her soft, perfectly developed curves as the two locked together in an intensely deep, wet, and passionate French kiss, their tongues completely entwined right in front of the entire world.
"AAAHHH!!! UNJUST!!! GOD! YOU ARE UNJUST!!!" Tang Chuan screamed, his mind completely collapsing into an ocean of pure, suffocating madness.
He regretted it. He deeply, thoroughly regretted ever stepping onto this stage!
"Pope... Your Holiness! I... I want to report a crime! I want to submit a formal report!" Tang Chuan shrieked hysterically, wiping the bloody foam from his lips as he pointed a trembling, venomous finger directly toward the VIP suite.
Seeing this pathetic insect lose his mind, Fu Ye slowly broke the passionate kiss, a trail of silver saliva connecting his lips to Xiao Wu's flushed, panting mouth. He turned his head slightly, a cold, deeply mocking smirk playing on his handsome features.
Perfect. I was just looking for a convenient excuse to thoroughly slaughter this brat on imperial grounds, and he goes ahead and serves it to me on a silver platter.
From her high papal throne, Bibi Dong naturally heard his desperate screeching. Given that this boy was technically Tang Hao's adopted spawn, letting him utter a few meaningless, desperate words before his execution wouldn't hurt the entertainment value of the morning.
"Tang Chuan, the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy has already suffered an absolute defeat. What exactly do you wish to report?" Bibi Dong inquired, her grand voice echoing with the infinite, suffocating majesty of a supreme ruler.
"I wish to formally report to Your Holiness that the leading assistant and cherished anchor of the Tianshui Academy Team, Xiao Wu, is actually a ten-hundred-thousand-year soul beast that has taken human form! I beg Her Holiness to execute justice and claim her spirit ring!"
The words fell like a thunderbolt, yet the reaction from the Tianshui side was entirely unexpected.
Xiao Wu simply knit her beautiful brows for a fraction of a second before a deeply amused, radiant smile spread across her gorgeous face. Just a moment ago, Fu Ye had leaned down and whispered a genius counter-strategy directly into her ear:
Fu Ye (Whisper):"Go ahead, my clever little bunny. Step forward and proudly admit to the entire world that you are indeed a 100,000-year soul beast transformation. But right after you say it, violently unleash your true, peak Rank 99 Limit Douluo cultivation aura. Let's see how many people in this stadium actually believe a single word coming out of this clown's mouth."
Meanwhile, standing completely concealed within the shadows of the highest spectator stands, Tang Hao witnessed his adopted son's desperate, suicidal gambit. His pupils shrank slightly, but a moment later, his face returned to a cold, entirely indifferent stoicism.
"Sigh... I was originally contemplating finding a quick opening to bail this little stray out of trouble one last time," Tang Hao muttered to himself, shaking his head in profound disappointment. "But since he is so intent on actively courting his own horrific death, this old man isn't about to drown in this muddy water alongside him."
Life was hard, and Tang Hao could only sigh. At the end of the day, Tang San was his biological bloodline, so he still held a sliver of worth. As for this adopted brat, Tang Chuan? He was just a stray dog he had picked up on a whim. If the boy wanted to play stupid games and commit public suicide, Tang Hao was more than happy to completely abandon him to his fate.