With a gentle wave of Xia Die's arm, the Death Dragon Polyces received the command, roaring to the sky.
Its mighty dragon might covered the entire arena, and the clear dragon roar made countless low-level Soul Masters tremble.
Some Soul Saints who were injecting Soul Power around the arena to maintain the stability of their Soul Guidance Barrier experienced slight disturbances in their internal energy, and their breathing became involuntarily rapid.
These Soul Saints possessed Dragon-type Martial Souls, and their Dragon Clan bloodline was intimidated by the Death Dragon's dragon might, causing their Martial Souls to tremble uncontrollably.
This was also the most difficult aspect for Dragon-type Martial Souls to withstand.
Due to the strict hierarchy of bloodlines within the Dragon Clan, True Dragons were nobler and more powerful than Subaru, and the same applied to Dragon Kings.
Dragon-type Martial Souls clearly possessed extremely strong talent and power, but they were simply unable to fight against a bloodline disadvantage.
Dragon-type Martial Soul Masters who suffered from the bloodline debuff could basically surrender in a match of the same level.
If they were two Soul Master levels higher, they could try to fight.
On the field, Polyces raised its powerful dragon claws high, a deep purple light emanating from them.
Even a slight tremor could be seen tearing through the surrounding space.
Just looking at that purple light made one feel a heavy weight on their soul, an overwhelming drowsiness washing over their brain, and even the faint sound of surging tides in their ears.
Any Soul Master or ordinary person whose spiritual power hadn't reached the high-level Spirit Sea Realm felt as if they were seeing deceased relatives beckoning to them from the River Styx.
"What the hell! I think I saw my great-grandmother!"
Jiang Peng, the level 62 Soul Emperor of the Heaven-Shaking Axe and captain of the Imperial Academy, felt his right eyelid twitching violently.
Just looking at that claw light made him feel like his soul was being sucked in.
"Princess Jiu Jiu, I… I think I heard my great-grandfather's voice. He's been dead for over ten years."
"He said he was so lonely and asked me to go keep him company."
"I… I burn paper money for him every year! Don't look for me!"
Huang Heyun, a Soul King whose martial soul was the Dark Demon Tiger, said tremblingly to Xu Jiu Jiu beside him.
His martial soul was of the dark attribute, which, in a sense, belonged to the lower level of death, and he was severely restrained.
A normal Soul King could at most see deceased relatives, and even then, only vaguely, and couldn't hear their deathly words.
Xia Die controlled the output of the power of death, so even ordinary people, as long as they didn't get too close, could at most see a phantom of the underworld.
But for him, the world before his eyes had changed, and the real world was beginning to overlap with the underworld.
Huang Heyun couldn't even tell whether he was talking to Princess Xu Jiu Jiu or his great-grandfather.
He was practically being tortured into looking like Li Huowang.
Xu Jiujiu, wearing a magnificent star crown, looked at Huang Heyun beside her, whose face was pale.
Dugu Shangshan, whose martial soul was the Netherworld Lion, was in a similar state.
Dugu Shangshan was in even worse shape; his martial soul was closer to the undead than Huang Heyun's, even possessing the ability to become ethereal.
He couldn't even feel his own body temperature anymore; the River Styx was constantly drawing his soul away.
"Princess, me too!"
"We can't hold on any longer!"
Xu Jiujiu hurriedly called to the guards.
Nebula Douluo Manyi waved her long sleeves, sending the two away to avoid the pull of the underworld.
"What, what's the point of fighting?"
Xu Jiujiu's delicate face couldn't hold back any longer. The Star Luo National Academy only had two powerful attack-type Soul Kings, Huang Heyun and Dugu Shangshan.
These two powerful attack-type Soul Kings hadn't even entered the arena yet; they had only sensed each other's aura from the sidelines, and they were already completely exhausted.
Forget about fighting Shrek Academy; they'd be lucky if they weren't sent directly to the underworld.
What's the point of fighting Shrek Academy in the future?
Their Star Luo National Academy team is basically two strong attackers, two controllers, one agile attacker, one defender, and one support.
Although Xu Jiujiu is the core of the team as support, without two strong attackers, her strong support is useless.
During the competition, who will deal with Medemos, Bai'er, and that purple dragon that looks intimidating?
Her? She doesn't want to go see her great-grandmother so soon.
"I only wish to die to defend you and me!"
At this moment on the field, Xia Die swung her scythe, and Polykes suddenly swung his dragon claw.
The purple claw light tore through the space in front of him, and the space shattered with a painful screech.
Completely shrouded in the shadow of death, Yang Yifan subconsciously touched his right eye socket, a helpless smile appearing on his lips as he said,
"You really show no mercy when it comes to attacking your brother."
"But since you're my sister, I don't really care."
"Under normal circumstances, I might have gone down willingly."
"But as for now, my dear sister, Amon and the others can't lose yet, at least not now, it's a bit too early."
"Time Worms, steal time!"
Dozens of Time Worms instantly appeared within Yang Yifan's body, attaching themselves to his soul and beginning to steal time from the surrounding world to the maximum extent possible.
The rubble from the arena, shattered by
Polykes's claws, hadn't even fallen before it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Even the wind in that area ceased to move, and the spatial rifts created by the purple light solidified in place. Polykes remained frozen in its roaring posture, as did the butterfly below.
Possessed by Amon, Yang Yifan sighed and also stopped all movement.
The Time Worms on his body were frantically stealing time from the surrounding area, and many of them were cracking – they were overloaded.
In one corner of the arena, everything seemed to have been sculpted, frozen in absolute stillness.
However, the time bindings on Polyces and Xiaodie were being eroded little by little by the power of death, and it was expected that they would be broken by death soon.
Amon was also taking advantage of the confined space; if Polyces and Xiaodie were flying rapidly in the air, he wouldn't be able to restrain them.
"Time...time stop!"
"Time ability!"
Whether in the imperial city, in the spectator area, or among the people watching the live stream on the magic network, everyone was filled with shock.
Xu Jiawei shouted loudly:
"Zhengtian Academy?"
"Whose subordinate is this?!
Prime Minister, investigate him too!"
"Time stop!"
"Someone can really manipulate time!"
Even Di Tian, who was watching the match, stood up. Even someone as strong as him didn't have much understanding of time.
He really couldn't stop time in an area like this.
Only the extinct Time Dragon Clan among the dragons could stop time.
The Time Dragon King was too mysterious.
In terms of cultivation, he might be the weakest among the nine Dragon Kings, but in terms of combat power, he was by no means weak.
"Brother Rulong, if it were us, facing Zhengtian Academy without knowing anything, what are our chances of winning?"
Lin Xi from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy looked at the time stop below, which was even more awe-inspiring than the six-winged angel, and couldn't help but ask Ma Rulong beside him.
Ma Rulong gripped the railing tightly in front of him, his brain working rapidly.
He was thinking about how he would break the deadlock if he were in this situation.
"Maybe only 30%."
"If it's a team battle, at most 20%."
Ma Rulong's mouth was a little dry. If they were completely ignorant, facing Zhengtian Academy, the possibility of them being killed in the first encounter was extremely high!
The six-winged angel was already outrageous enough, but now there's a time stop too? Who can handle that?
And these two aren't even the captains, so do the others have some secret weapons too?
"When I get back this time, I will definitely report this to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy to make Zheng Tian Academy take it seriously!"
"They've been hiding it too well!"
At this moment, the reserve team members in Zheng Tian Academy's rest area were a little confused.
"Six-winged angel, it's one thing for Senior Sister Meng Di to keep it from us."
"Time stop? The seniors have this trick up their sleeves?"
"During our practice sessions, the seniors weren't this strong."
"Could they have been throwing the game all along?"
The teachers and dean of Zheng Tian Academy, who were watching the match through the magic network, were also baffled.
They didn't remember their team being this strong.
Could Ye Wuqing and the others have been throwing the game all along?
At this moment, Bai E, who was clashing with Qin Chen and Ye Wuqing's golden leaf blades, saw Xia Die, who had been frozen in time, and his blue eyes narrowed.
"What exactly do you want?"
Ye Wuqing said with a smile,
"Didn't I already say?"
"To defeat you, and then parasitize you."
"To make you become me."
"If we don't hurry, that little girl named Xia Die will be assimilated by us."
"The power of death, I like it too."
Of course, this was just Amon's boasting, deliberately provoking Bai E.
Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to lay a hand on Xia Die.
Not to mention whether the God of Death would elbow him, Adam would be here soon.
Moreover, Amon wouldn't harm Xia Die; she was his family, Amon's bottom line.
Bai E's blue eyes faintly revealed golden light, and the Qin Chen Greatsword gradually changed from a cold blue and white tone to gold and silver.
"Bastard!"
The destructive light made Ye Wuqing's hair stand on end, and he hurriedly retreated, the golden leaf blade in his hand already being mostly wiped out.
Bai E suddenly attacked Ye Wuqing with his hind legs, the dazzling light on his body like flowing flames, mixed with the power of destruction.
Because of the extreme speed, the Qin Chen sword drew a white line in the air.
Ye Wuqing's left arm turned completely golden as he hastily tried to defend himself.
Warm blood sprayed onto Bai E's face. Ye Wuqing's left arm was severed, falling to the ground as the golden light gradually faded.
"Ha, that hurts."
"Are you angry? Savior?"
"Haha, you look quite pleased with your rage."
"You don't get angry when you threaten yourself, but you get furious when you threaten your friend."
"How interesting."
Ye Wuqing clutched his severed left arm, and a golden leaf flew out, bringing the arm from the ground to Ye Wuqing's face.
Then he directly pressed the arm back in, and the Time Worm crawled to the wound to stitch it up.
"However, little savior, has anyone reminded you that spirit-attribute soul masters are the most dangerous soul masters?"
"I'm not the team's trump card." "
Next time, remember to deal with spirit-attribute soul masters first."
"Bai E, this time, you can't do anything."
(End of Chapter)
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