"Oh! A self-created Soul Skill? I know someone named Feng Xiaotian who's also into this, but he's regretting it now."
Li Xun squatted atop the wooden figure, watching Xie Yue with great interest.
"Li Xun, I admit you're strong, but how can a rookie like Feng Xiaotian be compared to me?"
Xie Yue held his twin crescent blades, one in each hand, one forward and one backward: "This move of mine can't actually attack enemies at high altitudes, but even so, I'd like to see if it can deal effective damage to your wooden figure."
At this moment, the stage was shrouded in a red mist, a skill resulting from the Martial Soul Fusion of Xie Yue and Huliena, designed to induce hallucinations in opponents. However, since Li Xun was sixty meters above the ground, the skill was rendered useless.
It couldn't be said to be completely ineffective, though. Seeing that nothing was happening, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire on the stage, took advantage of the red mist's appearance to step off the platform.
With no one else left on the stage, Xie Yue's figure suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a rapidly spinning white disk: "Full Moon!"
The white disk formed by Xie Yue's high-speed rotation shot toward the wooden figure's feet at an incredible speed.
Li Xun controlled the wooden figure to stomp, but the disk dodged instantly, then swiftly sliced along the edge of the wooden figure's foot.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill of two level 50 Soul Kings was far stronger than that of Dai Wei and Zhu Zhuyun.
If the Netherworld White Tiger could match a level 60 Soul Emperor, then the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Xie Yue and Huliena could already surpass some weaker Soul Saints.
The white disk was now moving at an extreme speed, circling the wooden figure's foot before rapidly retreating.
Seeing the chunks of wood sliced off by their sharp crescent blades, Xie Yue and Huliena felt reassured.
"It's working. His wooden figure is just big, but after all, it's still just wood," Xie Yue communicated mentally to Huliena.
"Brother, we need to go even faster. Look, in just this short time, the damage done to the wooden figure is already starting to heal," Huliena, more observant than Xie Yue, immediately noticed the difference.
Xie Yue's heart tightened: "Then this time, let's just cut off the wooden figure's leg. With such a massive size, even if it can heal, it definitely won't be able to stand up anytime soon."
"The core idea behind all these self-created Soul Skills of yours, whether it's the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, the Gale Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, or even your Full Moon, is just about who can spin faster. I find that hard to understand."
Li Xun looked down at the madly spinning white disk and chuckled: "Inspired by you, I've also created a Soul Skill. Please, take a look."
With that, Li Xun controlled the wooden figure to take down the Wood Dragon coiled around its body. The wooden figure held the Wood Dragon's tail and flicked it toward the ground, causing the dragon to whip through the air like a soft, long whip, producing a sharp whistle.
Boom—
A massive sonic boom echoed across the Pope's Hall square, causing everyone present to pale, and for a moment, the weaker spectators were left with ringing ears.
Although the Wood Dragon in the wooden figure's hand wasn't as large as the one Li Xun could summon alone, it was still nearly forty meters long. With a single swing, the wind howled, and dust flew everywhere.
"The name of this move might be too cliché, so I won't shout it out. Please brace yourself!" Li Xun laughed heartily, manipulating the wooden figure to swing the Wood Dragon behind him before fiercely lashing it towards the rapidly spinning disc.
Whoosh—
The high-speed swing of the Wood Dragon created a sonic boom, accompanied by a gale that felt like a meteor impact.
Witnessing such power, the expressions of those present shifted from mere surprise to genuine fear.
Xie Yue, who had been brimming with confidence and ready to launch another attack, felt the world fall silent as he saw the massive Wood Dragon approaching with a deafening roar.
We'll die!! If we're hit by this, we'll be obliterated!!
Xie Yue stopped spinning, staring blankly at the enormous dragon body rushing towards him. A sense of despair suddenly overwhelmed both him and Huliena.
At this moment, Salas, the referee, found himself in a truly difficult position. As a Soul Douluo, he could sense the immense force contained within Li Xun's attack.
If he were the one facing this attack, he would never choose to take it head-on but would instead opt for a more evasive strategy.
However, as the referee of this match, and in front of the Pope and his colleagues, Salas had no choice but to ensure the safety of Huliena and Xie Yue.
After all, Huliena was Bibidong's personal disciple.
A look of helplessness flashed across Salas's face as two yellow, two purple, and four black Spirit Rings appeared beneath his feet. He instantly lunged towards Xie Yue.
Boom—
Dust and debris flew everywhere as the strike from the wooden figure collided with Salas, instantly destroying more than half of the arena.
Salas's expression turned grave as his eighth Spirit Ring shone with a unique brilliance, forming a radiant shield that enveloped him, Huliena, and Xie Yue.
Crack—
A crisp sound echoed as a small crack appeared in the shield.
Salas's eyes widened, his face turning extremely grim. He had underestimated the power of Li Xun's attack.
No longer daring to take it head-on, Salas quickly used the force from the Wood Dragon to retreat with Huliena and Xie Yue in tow.
Boom—
Although he had managed to dissipate some of the force, Salas's retreat caused him to lose his footing. The three of them were sent flying, only stopping after crashing through the wall of the Pope's Hall square.
The square fell silent for a moment before erupting into chaos.
Who was Salas? He was one of the four Platinum Bishops of the Spirit Hall, an 87th-level Soul Douluo. While he might not match the might of the Spirit Hall's Title Douluo elders, he was still a rare opponent on the continent.
Yet now, he had been made to look so disheveled by a young man. Although Salas had been rescuing others rather than truly fighting, it was still somewhat embarrassing for a master of his caliber to be in such a situation.
"Cough, cough." Salas stood up from the rubble, ignoring his own disheveled state, and quickly pulled Huliena and Xie Yue out.
With a complex look at Li Xun, he cleared his throat and bowed slightly to Bibidong. "Your Excellency, the outcome of this match has been decided."
Salas's words not only stunned the audience but also left Bibidong momentarily speechless.
Wasn't Salas different before? How could he just let this slide? Shouldn't he have reprimanded Li Xun for going too far and nearly killing someone? Even if not for others, shouldn't he have tried to save face for himself?
Bibidong thought for a moment and concluded that perhaps the pressure she had been putting on Salas recently had made him more cautious.
He then stood up and announced, "The champion of this Pan-continental Elite Soul Master Tournament is the Heavenly Dou Royal Team. Congratulations to you all."
Ning Fengzhi also rose to his feet. As Bibidong declared the results, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his hand gracefully floated into the air above the Spirit Hall.
When it reached a certain height, the pagoda's size suddenly expanded dramatically, transforming into a colossal tower ten meters tall in an instant.
Rings of light continuously emerged. Ning Fengzhi touched his forehead, and the sixth level of the pagoda suddenly emitted a soft, radiant glow that bathed everyone present.
As this light entered their bodies, all those in attendance felt a surge of vitality, and some hidden injuries and toxins were gradually healed and purged.
What a cunning old fox!
Bibidong watched as the crowd below expressed their gratitude to Ning Fengzhi, silently remarking to herself.
(End of Chapter)