After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a powerful gust of soul power turned into a violent wind, which directly blew the Leopard Soul Master away.
Thud.
The Leopard Soul Master plummeted to the area outside the ring.
Immediately, a Silver Armored Guard of the Martial Soul Hall rushed to the side of the Leopard Soul Master, breathed a sigh of relief after finding that his breath was still somewhat normal, and quickly took him away for treatment.
"Who's next?"
Qin Xiao coolly asked from where he stood.
Evil Moon exchanged glances with Hulena and Yan, communicating silently.
The thunder that had just fallen from the sky left them alarmed, and for a moment, they were unsure of what to decide.
"Why don't you all go up together? You might stand a small chance of winning," he suggested to them.
"Ah, this..."
The expressions of everyone from the Martial Soul Academy Team changed dramatically.
Qin Xiao's words were like an invisible slap that fiercely struck their faces.
He was looking down on them too much.
"Alright, thanks for your suggestion, we'll all go up together," Evil Moon said, accepting Qin Xiao's advice.
"Boss..." Yan started to say something.
However, understanding his thoughts, Evil Moon interrupted him, "Do you have a better idea?"
"No." Yan was just feeling ridiculed and couldn't accept it, but if you really asked him to come up with any substantial suggestions, he had none.
"Then be quiet and do as I say," Evil Moon commanded sternly, "Divided we perish, united we survive. Nana and I will launch the Soul Fusion Skill at the front to carve a path for everyone. Everyone aside from the Assistant Soul Masters, follow behind us. If Nana and I fall, continue to advance."
"Understood."
Upon hearing Evil Moon's words, everyone nodded silently.
Assistant Soul Masters stacked various soul skills on Evil Moon and Hulena.
"Begin!"
Following Evil Moon's shout, Hulena rushed to his side, and the two immediately activated their Soul Fusion Skill. The next moment, a bewitching figure appeared before everyone's eyes.
"Charge!"
The androgynous voice of the bewitching figure commanded, charging into the thunderous forbidden zone laid down by Qin Xiao.
Instantly, thunder rained down crazily, bombarding Evil Moon and his comrades with relentless strikes.
People could vaguely make out a figure enveloped in red light, wielding a blade of the moon and struggling to move forward.
But, they hadn't taken two steps before they collapsed.
"Nana?"
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
Behind Evil Moon, Yan shouted loudly and leaped into the air.
He was like a volcano, with fierce flames erupting from his body and forming a vast Fire Lord.
At this point, he was only about eight meters away from Qin Xiao.
However.
As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and Yan was immediately singled out for special attention by Qin Xiao.
To deal with a player like Yan, Qin Xiao didn't even need to lift a finger; merely a glance from him and countless bolts of thunder converged upon Yan.
Boom-crack!
In less than the blink of an eye, the Fire Lord that Yan had transformed into was obliterated.
"Ah, this..."
"Well, that was flashy for all of one second."
The crowd outside the arena was filled with mixed feelings.
They thought Yan would bring them a great surprise.
But was this the result?
By now, the Golden Trio had been utterly defeated, and the remaining two members of the Martial Soul Academy Team were even worse off. They had just taken one step into the Thunder Pool when they were struck down by thunder that fell from the sky before their second step could land.
Qin Xiao turned his gaze to the Assistant Soul Master outside the Thunder Pool, "Do you want to step down on your own, or shall I help you?"
In contrast, the latter, upon hearing Qin Xiao's question, finally snapped back to reality.
Yet, he looked at Evil Moon and the others lying on the ground with a troubled face.
To not rush in meant isolating himself, but could his slight frame endure the horrifying Thunderous Force if he did go forward?
"The Martial Soul Academy Team has lost."
At this moment, a clear and cold voice came from outside the arena.
Following the voice, Qin Xiao saw the dignified Bi Bidong, who spoke gravely.
"Your Majesty..."
On the arena, Evil Moon, Hulena, Yan, and the others struggled and finally managed to stand.
Bi Bidong then looked at everyone expressionlessly, "Do you still think it's not impressive enough? He's been holding back, sparing you. Otherwise, you all would have turned to ash already."
"Remember, failure is not scary. What's terrifying is the fear of facing your own failures."
As Bibi Dong's voice fell, expressions of shame appeared on the faces of Evil Moon and the others.
They lowered their heads and walked off the stage.
Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze and announced loudly, "Now, I declare the ultimate victor of the Continental Elite Soul Masters Contest is, the Shrek Squad!"
"Shrek, Qin Xiao!"
"Shrek, Qin Xiao!"
"..."
A tide of frenzied cheers converged into a deafening roar.
A twenty-year-old Titled Douluo!
They deserved such treatment.
"Who would have thought that the person who sat with Your Majesty in the Tiandou Empire was actually a member of the Shrek Squad."
"A twenty-year-old Titled Douluo, something I've never even dreamed of. Reality is so much more exciting than dreams."
"Ridiculous, we've always regarded our opponents as Zhu Zhuqing, Meng Yiran, and others from the Shrek Squad, but in actuality, this youth is far more troublesome than the entire Shrek Squad."
In the crowd, members of the New Shen Feng Team, including Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian, and Huo Wushuang, revealed wry smiles on their faces.
They thought they were somewhat close, that with a little more effort, they could see the Shrek Squad's backs.
However, when Qin Xiao showed up, they felt an insurmountable gap.
To them, the Shrek Squad was like a myth.
"Er Long, we've won, we have won!"
On the other side, Flander was also overwhelmed with excitement. If one looked closely, one could see the sparkling tears in the corners of his eyes.
Not for anything else, but because the victor was the Shrek Squad.
This name, one could say, was imbued with the heart and soul of Flander, Zhao Wuji, and all the old brothers.
Of course, even the final victorious outcome had little to do with their efforts, the excitement in their hearts was undeniable...
Of course.
Some rejoiced while others worried, as the complexions of certain individuals drastically changed.
"It's over! All is lost!"
"Who could have expected the Shrek Squad to turn the tables at the critical moment?"
"All of my fortunes, all placed on the Spirit Academy Team, now it's all a total loss..."
Many people muttered, thinking of taking a turn around Spirit City.
So high up, the wind must be quite strong, right?
"Old Master Fu, I think instead of getting excited here, you might want to check if the place where you placed your bets is still around?"
Suddenly, Zhao Wuji reminded, "Your Highness has bet twenty million golden soul coins; I suspect the boss might have taken the money and run."
"Oh, right!"
Flander slapped his forehead, and his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Meanwhile, a Red-clothed Bishop personally brought a tray holding soul bones to Qin Xiao. Qin Xiao, smiling, took it from him.
[Ding, Rookie Soul Master, congratulations on winning the championship of the Continental Elite Soul Masters Contest. You have proven your strength, and now you can finally shed the rookie title.]
[Ding, reward has been issued. Soul power rank +1, Incomplete Thunder Emperor's Armor x1, the option to specify two Soul Rings' age +100,000 years, redeemable at any time.]
Hearing the system's voice that had been absent for a long time in his mind, a rare smile appeared on Qin Xiao's face. Two years, and this mission had finally been completed. Fortunately, the rewards were generous.
...
On the other side.
Slaughter City.
Tang San, covered in blood, stood in the Hell Slaughter Ground.
His opponent was none other than Tang Chen.
"Hahaha, well done Xiaosan. Now I'm going all out, and you can last a stick of incense's time against me, we have successfully completed another assessment," Tang Chen laughed heartily.
And as he laughed, a column of blood-red light descended from the sky, enveloping Tang San.
Then, powerful soul power burst from Tang San's body, and one Soul Ring after another emerged from beneath his feet.
One two three four five six seven eight...
A total of eight Soul Rings.
Even as the blood-red light began to fade into Tang San's body, a ninth, red Soul Ring appeared on him, nine rings!
Boom!
With the appearance of the ninth Soul Ring, the very void trembled.
"Haha, I, Tang San, have finally become a Titled Douluo today!"
"The day of my revenge is not far off."
Tang San roared with laughter to the sky.
But if one looked closely, they would find that he was very terrifying at the moment.
It was as if two people were sharing one face, one ferocious and terrifying, the other calm as water.
"Xiaosan, while you have gained great power, do not forget your true self; never lose yourself."
Tang Chen said with furrowed brows and a profound tone.
He could tell that Tang San's condition was very peculiar, and the Soul of Slaughter had a significant impact on him.
Whenever Tang San unleashed the desires in his heart, the Soul of Slaughter would silently emerge, and over time, he truly worried that Tang San would lose control of his body.
"Ancestor, I will certainly bear your words in mind."
He humbly bowed his head.
However, Tang Chen failed to notice the sly glint that flashed across Tang San's downcast eyes.
"As long as you remember, that's good, because the road ahead can only be traveled by you alone."
"Ancestor, what do you mean by that?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock.
"You have completed the first seven trials very smoothly with my help. But the next two are vitally important and closely related to me."
Pausing, Tang Chen continued, "Even if I don't say it, you must know the content of the upcoming task, right?"
Tang San was slightly taken aback, then nodded, "The eighth trial is Artifact Recognition, and the Asura God Sword has already been lost... "
Tang Chen nodded slightly, "Now the Hao Tian Hammer is not far from transforming into a Divine Artifact."
"As for the ninth trial, it is to completely refine the Nine-Headed Dark Golden Bat King. The Nine-Headed Dark Golden Bat King has already merged with my soul. If I choose to sacrifice it to you, it would mean you have completed the final trial."
"Thus, these two trials can be conducted simultaneously."
"But Ancestor, this will cost you your life."
After listening to Tang San, Tang Chen placed his hand on Tang San's shoulder, gently patted it and said, "Xiaosan, do not grieve for me. I am not truly dying, but will continue to accompany you in another way.
Remember to lead the charge to kill Poseissi, kill Qin Xiao, and all the enemies of our Hao Tian Clan, and rebuild the glory of the Hao Tian Clan of the past."
Tang San remained silent, tears unconsciously sliding down his cheeks.
"Hahaha, this is a good and perfect outcome. Prepare to receive the Hao Tian Hammer."
"I, Tang Chen, am also departing!"
In the midst of hearty laughter, Tang Chen's figure soared into the sky.
He ascended above the void.
The Hao Tian Hammer, wrapped in blood patterns, was lifted high by him.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly, blood-colored thunderbolts emerged from the void, lashing fiercely on the Hao Tian Hammer, sparks flying everywhere.
Tang San noticed that the Hao Tian Hammer, thick as a water jar, became visibly smaller under the tempering of the blood-colored thunderbolts. It was like forging iron, striking repeatedly to refine the impurities out of the raw metal.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Tang Chen shouted, "Divine power, come forth!"
As his voice fell, from within the Blood River, a sound akin to a cow's moo echoed.
Then, a surging, tumultuous blood-colored dragon emerged from the Blood River, first its head and then its thirty-meter-long body. It coiled in the void, claws bared as it rushed toward Tang Chen.
More precisely, it was heading for the Hao Tian Hammer in his hands.
"Such formidable divine power!"
Tang San was astonished.
He also recalled that when Tang Chen had sent him on the Hell Road, he had entered the depths of the Blood River, presumably to gather this dragon comprised of divine power.
When the blood-colored dragon reached about three to five meters from the Hao Tian Hammer, its body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a blood-colored mist that began to be absorbed by the Hao Tian Hammer.
"This is the critical moment, whether it can withstand the divine power is key."
Tang San's gaze flashed, his heart filled with tension.
At this moment, Tang San even felt as though time was dragging endlessly, until the last wisp of blood-colored mist was absorbed. Only then did his face show a look of relief as he said, "It's successful!"
And at that moment, Tang Chen also declared loudly, "Xiaosan, the future is in your hands. After my death, my soul bones will just meet your needs to construct your own Asura God Armor... "
He was making his final farewell.
Tang San noticed Tang Chen's form had become illusory, and then gradually transparent, until it finally disappeared, leaving behind several soul bones that fell with flashes of light.
Whoosh!
No longer controlled by Tang Chen, the now evolved Divine Artifact, the Hao Tian Hammer, descended from the sky, landing not far in front of Tang San.
The Hao Tian Hammer had undergone a major transformation compared to before, changing from being pitch-black with blood patterns to a deep red color throughout.
As he drew near, Tang San could clearly feel waves of cold murderous intent continuously assaulting his soul, as if thousands of soldiers were launching an attack on him.
"Hoo."
After approaching, Tang San exhaled deeply, his eyes becoming resolute as he said, "Then let me complete the final trial."
With that, his hands firmly gripped the Hao Tian Hammer.
In an instant, streams of immense power and chaotic memories flooded into Tang San's mind.
The power was divine power, and having completed the eighth trial, Tang San was now able to use a portion of the divine power.
As for the memories, they were Tang Chen's cultivation insights, enlightening Tang San's mind like a divine revelation.
His cultivation realm began to rise again, allowing Tang San to increase his cultivation swiftly even after reaching the Titled Douluo Level.
Ninety-Second Level, Level Ninety-Three...
In just a few breaths, his cultivation realm had reached level 95...
Normally, to break through after level 95, mere attainment of the power's limit is not enough; one needs enlightenment.
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