"If you don't want your teacher to bury her own disciple. If you don't want the Nine-Heart Flowering Apple lineage to vanish forever. And If you want to restore its former glory—
Then don't intervene again."
A threat. A blatant threat. And judging from the power Li Chang'an had shown so far, he might actually be able to pull it off!
What the hell kind of line was that? Some street thug's nonsense? This was the Spirit Arena, and he was throwing out threats in front of everyone!
Especially that first sentence—it made Ye Lingling's chest heave in fury.
But before she could respond, Li Chang'an vanished from where he stood, reappearing instantly back in his original position.
"You guys go ahead with your match. Don't mind me."
His voice echoed in the ears of Yu Tianheng and the others—dripping with sarcasm.
No doubt, Ye Lingling was interesting. Dressed entirely in black, her face veiled with sheer dark silk. Her figure was slender, her long waterfall-like blue hair flowing behind her, and her equally blue eyes held no emotion at all. From her, Li Chang'an could sense only loneliness and solitude.
Of course, that was before he dropped that line. Once those words were out, Ye Lingling's cold façade cracked open, her emotions surging to the surface. Especially that first sentence—it had her grinding her teeth in rage.
Li Chang'an obviously wasn't going to do anything that extreme. But he said it for a reason.
Ye Lingling was too calm. From the start of the match, her emotions hadn't wavered at all. Not even when their two agility-type teammates were eliminated. Not even when Dugu Yan's poison was neutralized. She remained utterly unbothered.
Girls like that were rare. Even though Li Chang'an had seen countless women in his past life, he'd only come across one other like her.
This kind of woman wasn't faking it, nor was she acting. Her emotional detachment was real—there was almost nothing that could make her lose composure.
There were only two ways to deal with women like her:
One was gentleness. Treat her kindly, patiently, persistently—for years, maybe—and eventually, perhaps she'd be moved enough to show emotion for you.
The other way?
Be bad. Be extremely bad. Only by being truly despicable would you leave such a deep mark in her heart that she'd never forget you, even if she wanted to kill you.
And once there's an emotional connection—even one based on hatred—for someone like Li Chang'an, that's everything.
In his previous life, it took him fifteen days to win over a girl like that. And once she was emotionally awakened—especially in bed—her reactions were the complete opposite of her usual coldness. As Li Chang'an put it: like a Ferrari.
Fast, stable, loud but pleasing, and ran for a long time...
But anyway, Ye Lingling wouldn't have a chance to use any of her soul skills now. Because based on how things stood—this fight was over.
Ignoring Ye Lingling's dagger-sharp glare, Li Chang'an used spiritual transmission to give his team new orders:
"They're all pulling back to defend—the formation's scattered. Take out Dugu Yan!"
"Xiao Wu, teleport behind the Shi brothers and use Charm!"
"Rongrong, buff Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing!"
Three commands given in rapid succession.
And in that instant, as soon as the Emperor Team realized Li Chang'an had returned to his position, it was like a huge weight dropped on their hearts. The four remaining members tried to regroup—but they were already disorganized.
Zhu Zhuqing, under Ning Rongrong's support, reached the strength of a Spirit Ancestor. Her figure, a flash of deep purple, darted across the field. Dugu Yan's instincts flared in warning.
But neither she nor Yu Tianheng could react in time—without the Shi brothers shielding them, they had no defense against Zhu Zhuqing's sudden strike.
Three black-clawed strikes wreathed in dark energy slashed toward Dugu Yan. At the same time, Xiao Wu blinked behind the Shi brothers—Charm activated.
The Black Turtle martial soul was famous for its defense. But even turtles have a weakness: hard shell, vulnerable when flipped. Xiao Wu's teleportation and charm were the perfect counters.
"Dugu Yan!" Yu Tianheng roared, releasing lightning in a desperate attempt to form a net to block Zhu Zhuqing.
But he was too late. Zhu Zhuqing's attack connected—with stacked soul skills and the full force of her dark-type martial soul!
Dugu Yan managed to react just in time to avoid a direct knockout, but she was blasted backward—still onstage, but now bearing three vicious wounds, and the dark element was disrupting her soul power flow.
She was essentially out of the fight.
Even the Nine-Heart Flowering Apple couldn't fix that quickly. And extreme darkness-type power was no joke—especially now, when there was no counter on the field.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu had already thrown one of the Shi brothers off the field with her soft-bone technique. The other was still locked in a chase.
The match was over.
"You want to die!?"
Zhu Zhuqing had just revealed her figure after the attack when Yu Tianheng's lightning strike came hurtling toward her.
"Don't worry. I'm here."
Just as Zhu Zhuqing braced to take the hit head-on, Li Chang'an's voice sounded by her ear.
"I wanted to sit quietly and look cool, but I guess it's time to show off a little—since the match is basically over."
Anyone with a brain could tell this fight had ended. The Emperor team only had Yu Tianheng and one Shi brother left who could still fight. But what a pity that mysterious spirit master still hadn't made a move.
Yet now, at the very end, Li Chang'an was stepping in. A surprising bonus, to say the least.
Purple, purple, black, black, black, red!
Six soul rings shimmered into view like a myth descending from heaven. No one questioned their authenticity—the pressure from that 100,000-year soul ring alone left everyone breathless.
Six rings. Spirit Emperor. And the sixth ring was 100,000 years.
Point after point poured into Li Chang'an's account. The crowd today was much smaller than the one in Heaven Dou City, but the shock of witnessing a 100,000-year soul ring in person easily earned him over a million points.
That kind of impact wasn't something one saw every day.
Back when Li Chang'an trounced Tang San in the arena, he gained a unique ability:
Universal Spirit Compatibility: Allows the host's spirit to perfectly synchronize and perform a Spirit Fusion Technique with any other spirit, regardless of quality or level. Cooldown: 1 week
And now, under the guidance of that skill, Li Chang'an and Zhu Zhuqing were enveloped in a glowing sphere of light—an overwhelming power erupting from within.
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"How is this possible!?"
"How could the two of them perform a Martial Soul Fusion Technique—and one this flawless!? It doesn't make sense! It's impossible!!"
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang looked like he'd just seen a ghost. His voice trembled. This broke every known law of Martial Soul Fusion!
As the light faded, a figure—roughly ten meters tall—appeared mid-air.
The figure radiated an aura of nobility, shrouded in soft, divine white light.
It had seven parts Zhu Zhuqing's elegance, and three parts Li Chang'an's rugged masculinity. It was like some divine being descending to the mortal realm, gazing down upon the crowd.
No one knew exactly how terrifying a perfect Martial Soul Fusion between a Spirit Elder and a Spirit Emperor could be—especially when one of them wielded dual martial souls, one of which carried a divine aura.
The fusion form raised a hand, pointing toward Yu Tianheng.
In the blink of an eye, the ground trembled.
Yu Tianheng collapsed to his knees, seemingly without any resistance.
Dust and debris erupted as the entire Great Spirit Arena began to crumble.!
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