Innate Domain.
The weight of those four words was written clearly across everyone's faces.
Everyone knew: soul masters could suppress their opponents not only through soul rings and soul bones, but also by releasing a domain. Domains were so rare that they could rival the value of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
But more importantly, what kind of domain could actually shatter a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?
No wonder Salatu lost his composure. What Su Linfeng had revealed was not just shocking—it was unbelievable.
This was exactly what Bibi Dong meant earlier. She had personally experienced the power of the Golden Flame Domain; even the infamous Killing God Domain would turn meek before it, let alone a simple illusion created by a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Counterattack!
The instant the pink sphere collapsed, Hu Liena's shock turned into immediate action.
The moonblade in the hands of the fused Demonic Charm gleamed with a chilling light, slashing straight toward Su Linfeng without hesitation.
Perfect timing.
The corner of Su Linfeng's lips lifted slightly. Just right—time to test how strong my second soul skill truly is.
As he thought this—
His second purple ring lit up brilliantly.
"Second Soul Skill — Heavenly Flame Storm!"
The moment his words fell, soul power erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion. A flame tornado several meters tall roared into existence before the Demonic Charm. Then came a second one. A third.
In an instant, the entire hundred-square-meter square of the Martial Soul Academy plaza turned into a raging sea of fire.
The scorching heat forced even the distant onlookers to circulate their soul power defensively.
BOOM!!!
The Demonic Charm's moonblade struck viciously into the Heavenly Flame Storm, exploding in a massive burst of flames. For a moment, a gap appeared in the tornado.
But only for a moment.
Before the shocked eyes of countless spectators, the flaming vortex immediately knitted itself back together, as though it had never been broken at all.
And worse—an arc of white lightning crackled down the blade, searing into the Demonic Charm's body.
Their body shuddered midair, muscles locking up, thrown into paralysis.
"This… impossible!"
Hu Liena's voice trembled with disbelief.
"When my brother and I use our Martial Soul Fusion Skill, our power reaches that of a Soul Elder! Why can't we even shatter your second soul skill with a full strike?!"
The answer was simple.
Because Su Linfeng's second purple ring had reached nearly five thousand years, and it wasn't just flame, but fire, wind, and thunder combined.
The fire could be scattered, yes—but the wind would instantly feed the flames, restoring every bit of lost power. And the thunder would lash back at anyone foolish enough to touch it.
Not only could she not destroy it, but she was suffering backlash from it.
Su Linfeng wasn't interested in wasting more time. He lifted his hand, grasping at the three raging tornadoes that encircled the Demonic Charm. His fingers curled slightly as he whispered:
"Combine."
BOOM!!!
Before everyone's stunned eyes, the three massive Heavenly Flame Storms crushed inward, merging into a single colossal vortex several stories tall.
The Demonic Charm was instantly swallowed whole.
Moments later—
Two separate figures were hurled from the storm, crashing heavily into the ground.
No one else but Hu Liena and Xie Yue were forcibly separated.
Ashes drifted down.
The Martial Soul Academy plaza gradually cleared, the flames fading away. Su Linfeng stood calmly in the center, eyes sweeping over the Golden Generation—all of whom were half-kneeling, drained, broken. Finally, he looked toward Bibi Dong at the edge of the field and gave a small nod.
"…We lost."
Hu Liena's face was pale. She forced a wry smile and shook her head.
BOOM~~~
The plaza exploded into uproar. The Golden Generation… lost?
It all seemed so complex, but from start to finish, the fight had taken less than three minutes. The legendary Golden Generation, whom every student of the Academy believed to be invincible, had all been defeated by a single person.
If not for witnessing it themselves, none would ever believe it. Yet here they all stood—witnesses to the birth of a true monster.
Innate full soul power at level twenty.
An Innate Domain.
A millennia-level second ring.
Everything screamed of Su Linfeng's terrifying potential.
"…I only won by luck," Su Linfeng said softly, offering Hu Liena a gentle smile. "Your teamwork was excellent."
"Lost means lost."
Hu Liena wasn't one for false modesty. She straightened her chest with pride, flashing a mischievous grin.
"You don't need to comfort us. We'll have plenty of time in the future. One day, I'll defeat you with my own hands!"
Please don't say things like that…
Su Linfeng quickly shifted his gaze.
With Martial Soul Possession, Hu Liena hardly looked six anymore. Even grown men would struggle to keep their composure.
But Hu Liena, of course, noticed nothing. She was just a child—her thoughts pure.
What did change, however, was the gaze of the crowd.
The students of the Academy now looked at Su Linfeng like they were staring at some mythical creature—eyes burning with awe.
"Big sister."
Su Linfeng walked to Bibi Dong's side. "My entrance exam… does this count as passing?"
"Passed. Of course you've passed!"
Before Bibi Dong could answer, Salatu jumped in, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I'll arrange your admission immediately!"
Su Linfeng blinked. For once, even he wasn't used to such enthusiasm.
You're the Headmaster of the Martial Soul Academy, at least try to look dignified…
"Saint Lady?" Salatu looked to Bibi Dong for confirmation.
She nodded.
"Leave Su Linfeng in your care. These children are all promising. From now on, I'll personally come once a week to teach them. Make preparations in advance."
"Yes, Saint Lady," Salatu bowed deeply.
Finally—
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, turning her eyes silently upon Su Linfeng.
For a long while, she said nothing.
Then, at last, she spoke.
"…I'm leaving."
"Big sister…"
Bibi Dong gave a soft, cold hum, lowering her gaze to him.
"What? You want me to stay and keep you company?"
Their eyes met. Time seemed to freeze.
After a long silence, Bibi Dong inhaled sharply. Her voice was cold when she spoke again.
"You're no longer a child. Don't forget the path you came from."
With those words, she spun on her heel and strode out of the Academy without hesitation.
Her back looked decisive, but her heart was in turmoil.
That warning—Don't forget the path you came from—wasn't casual.
It was her way of reminding him:
Go. Before I change my mind, go back to your Star Dou Forest. And never return.
Watching her leave, Su Linfeng understood perfectly.
So this was her plan—to secretly let him slip away.
"Big sister…?"
Suddenly, Hu Liena's small head popped up beside him, eyes twinkling.
"So the Saint Lady is your sister? No wonder your talent is so abnormal! Judging by how reluctant you are, is this your first time being apart from her?"
"What, you're six years old already—are you still clinging to your sister?"
The rest of the Golden Generation crowded in as well, all eyes locked on Su Linfeng.
"…What?"
Su Linfeng smiled helplessly.
"It's complicated. Not what you're thinking."
"Hmph!"
"You're just being dramatic and don't want to admit it."
Yan snorted coldly, then added with a teasing grin,
"What a waste of such talent… never thought you'd turn out to be a total siscon."
"…Shut up."
Hu Liena glared at him angrily.
"If you hadn't been so reckless, would we have lost so quickly?"
"Na-Na, I…" Yan tried to explain.
"You were reckless!"
Before he could finish, Zhang Ping stepped in with a smirk.
"I remember someone saying they'd eat their own Martial Soul. Wonder if they're still hungry?"
You—Zhang Ping, you—! Yan sputtered, his face red.
The others burst into laughter at his expense.