Chapter 11 Hey, your ancestor's here!
"Who cares! I don't want to be used as a stepping stone!"
"Rush!"
After the initial shock, the only agility-type Soul Master among the three Soul Masters forcibly suppressed the instinctive fear and took the first step forward.
With a hoarse roar, he rekindled his third soul ring and transformed into a black shadow, charging towards Ning Huan once more.
"Third Soul Skill - Shadow Strike!"
Seeing this, the other two offensive Soul Masters responded almost simultaneously, following closely behind.
During the sprint, they also concentrated all their soul power into their third soul rings, instantly unleashing power far exceeding that of the past.
"Third Soul Skill - Tiger Claw!"
"Third Soul Skill - Wind Thrust!"
In an instant, three figures—one in black, one in red, and one in green—revealed their sharp edges, drawing cheers from the audience in the stands.
On the other hand, the other contestants who were at a slightly lower level were also unwilling to stop there.
They took turns striding forward, gritting their teeth and charging ahead.
In an instant, all sorts of soul skills erupted, their vibrant colors filling most of the arena.
Their combined auras created an impression of rivalry.
However, he was faced with an overwhelming attack and more than a dozen control soul skills that were about to bind him.
Ning Huan, who was involved, was not flustered at all, and even had the mood to comment on each person one by one.
"The Shadow Leopard, Blood Tiger, and Gale Sword are all top-tier Martial Souls."
"And then there's the annoying plant-type Martial Soul, which always reminds me of a certain unfriendly 'old friend'."
As he spoke, Ning Huan smiled easily, his sword finger suddenly changed to a clenched grip, and his aura quickly subsided.
Judging from his actions, the four people on the platform could immediately tell that he wanted to give others a chance to show themselves.
"Wow, this kid's got guts!"
Upon seeing this, Feng Douluo couldn't help but gasp softly.
"Even when Old Shield was a Soul Master, he didn't dare to directly confront the third Soul Skill of three Soul Masters."
Shield Guardian Douluo: "..."
Are you even polite?
That being said, why drag me into this!
However, he did not refute it.
He just snorted coldly and turned his head away.
After all, if you put yourself in their shoes, you wouldn't dare to take the attack from those little brats if it were you.
To be precise, no Soul Master on the mainland has ever dared to take on thirty-one Soul Venerables and Great Soul Masters single-handedly with the cultivation level of a Soul Master.
In a daze, just as Dunyu was pondering how Ning Huan would respond, what happened next startled him so much that he immediately stood up, his eyes fixed on the black phantom below.
At the same time, looking at the chaotic and complex attacks before him that blocked all his escape routes, Ning Huan parted his lips slightly and spoke in a steady tone.
"Awaken the Netherworld, let the tortoise and snake rise together!"
"Black Tortoise, suppress the prison!"
Boom!
In an instant, a phantom of a black tortoise, five meters tall and over ten meters long, roared to the sky, its massive snake head at the tail swaying wildly, radiating an unspoken pressure.
A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart, along with a billowing shockwave carrying a large amount of dust, instantly shattered the blockade that the participants had been desperately trying to maintain.
Apart from the fastest and the first few who managed to land a final blow, which landed on the tortoise shell with a rumbling roar, the others all had their soul skills broken and were now in the awkward situation of suffering backlash from their own soul skills.
"A divine beast, Xuanwu? Ten thousand years old? What a waste!"
"No..."
Glancing at the exasperated and distressed look on Feng Douluo's face beside him, Shield Guardian Douluo shook his head, his expression complicated.
"That should be a Xuanming Turtle with a slight Xuanwu bloodline, which was then awakened by Ning Huan using his Martial Soul."
"Of course, the Ten Thousand Year Xuanming Turtle already has strong defenses, and its bloodline has been forcibly awakened."
"Even if he can only maintain it for a moment, he will be invincible even when facing a Soul Emperor."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Douluo suddenly fell silent, his gaze shifting back and forth between the arena and the sect leader.
All attempts at persuasion ultimately amounted to a long sigh, and he voluntarily retreated to Sword Douluo's side.
There was no other way; things had come to this point, and he couldn't allow himself to interfere too much with the sect leader's plans.
Ning Hao, on the other hand, seemed oblivious to their subtle actions, remaining silent throughout.
He sat quietly in the main seat, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
'Is it possible for a spirit to grow over ten thousand years?'
'Interesting!'
"Let's see. If all you have are abundant soul power, fast recovery, and the ability to summon and contract with soul beast spirits, then your genius is actually a step behind."
Thinking of this, Ning Hao couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, secretly cursing himself for being too greedy.
Even though the person in front of him is readily available, you still think that they are more talented.
As the head of a sect, this is truly inappropriate.
Unfortunately, before he could erase the greed that should not have arisen in his heart, Ning Huan's actions, on the contrary, dealt him a blow, leaving him unsure whether to be pleased or saddened.
A few breaths later, the Soul Saint Judge finally recovered from his shock.
Then, under the expectant gazes of many spectators, he hurriedly mobilized his soul power to dispel the smoke and dust in the air, revealing the true situation.
"Hiss~"
As the view gradually cleared, it became clear that only one person remained standing on the vast arena.
The rest of the people were all kneeling on one knee.
Some individuals with insufficient cultivation or weak physique had even fallen into a coma.
It was clear that the group of geniuses from Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's main branch were doomed to defeat.
"Ning Huan... I refuse to accept this!"
But just then, an extremely unwilling voice suddenly rang out, breaking the somewhat deathly silence in the arena.
"Why... when six years ago you were just a mentally challenged orphan who couldn't even speak properly..."
"What kind of incredible luck did you get?!"
Looking in the direction of the voice, the speaker was none other than the agility-type Soul Master who had led the charge earlier, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.
Furthermore, it was clear from his subconscious remark that he seemed to know Ning Huan quite well.
Yet Ning Huan had absolutely no recollection of him.
"Um... who are you?"
Seeing Ning Huan's innocent expression, the Soul Master felt a wave of dizziness, realizing that everything he was so proud of had been trampled underfoot.
He was, after all, a genius Soul Master whom the sect had been vigorously cultivating.
Although he was a bit less talented than Ning Huan, he was still formidable enough that Ning Huan should have remembered him!
Hmph! You're just a country bumpkin!
"I am from a sect..."
"Never mind, there'll be plenty of time later. It's my turn to make my move."
Agility-based Soul Master: ...
屮!
That's incredibly insulting!
Before he could even utter a curse, all the resentment in his heart turned into fear in the next second.
"With my sword, I have traversed my entire life, burying all evil and shattering the nine heavens!"
"We respectfully invite His Majesty Chenxin, the master of the Nine Treasures' Edge, to unleash the Seven Killings' brilliance once more and cleanse all impurities!"
"Ning Huan, a disciple of the Nine Treasures, pays his respects!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Killings Sword Intent soared into the sky from behind Ning Huan.
In an instant, the floating clouds dispersed, and all things bowed their heads.
Click!
On the high platform, Ning Hao subconsciously exerted force with his palm, and the mahogany armrest shattered on the spot.
His body also stood up uncontrollably, and his pupils trembled wildly.
At this moment, those eyes, which were usually filled with scheming, were filled with utter shock and disbelief.
The response that followed from the void left him equally bewildered.
"Since you are a descendant of the Nine Treasures, I will naturally offer my assistance."
His voice was aged yet full of energy, and his words couldn't hide the sharpness of a swordsman.
The entire audience fell silent as they gazed at the proud figure standing on the void, wielding the Seven Kill Sword.
Only Sword Douluo murmured words that were difficult to understand.
"Ancestor..."
[end of the chapter]