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Just as the thunderous cheers were about to rip the roof off the Supreme Pontiff Palace, everything changed. Everyone believed Spirit Hall was guaranteed to win another championship. But on the stage, the blue-haired figure finally moved. Tang Chen took one calm step forward.
As his foot touched the ground, a low hum filled the air, instantly silencing the noisy arena. Then, an unforgettable scene unfolded. Six spirit rings did not rise from the ground; instead, they woke up like ancient beasts from inside his body. His aura was so strong it made everyone's soul shake.
The first ring was purple, a thousand-year spirit ring. The second was also purple. Then came three deep, heavy black rings in a row—all ten-thousand-year spirit rings. When the crowd saw these, the cheering stopped. Faces that were just smiling were now frozen in shock.
But he wasn't done yet. After the fifth black ring, the sixth spirit ring appeared. It had a light so bright it made the sun look dim. It was a color that is hard to describe—as red as blood or a sunset. A terrifying power swept across the plaza like a storm. It was a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
The silence that followed was deeper than an abyss. Tens of thousands of people lost their voices at once. They were filled with shock and a fear they couldn't understand. People who were just shouting "Long live Spirit Hall!" stood with their mouths wide open but couldn't make a sound. Even the powerful Elders in the VIP seats stood up, staring at the red ring as if it were a myth.
On the high platform, Bibi Dong gripped her scepter so hard the veins on her hand stood out. She whispered that it was a pity, but even if the ring was gone, the spirit bone could still be taken. Behind her, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo gasped for air.
Xie Yue and Hu Liena had heard from the Elders that Tang Chen was a Spirit Emperor with a red ring, but seeing it was different from hearing about it. This was not just about the color; it was about absolute power.
The leaders of the Golden Generation groaned as their faces turned pale. Their own spirit power felt like a small stream trying to fight a vast ocean. The four teammates behind them were doing even worse. Their legs shook, and they could barely keep their spirits out. Tang Chen's aura alone was like a mountain crushing the team effort of Spirit Hall's seven members.
Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, who had looked so strong a moment ago, now looked as weak as a candle in the wind. The situation had completely reversed. Tang Chen was now suppressing the entire arena by himself.
Xie Yue felt the pressure making his spirit power sluggish, but his pride would not let him give up. He shook his head to clear his mind and spoke with a mean look in his eyes. He yelled that Tang Chen was just lucky a Spirit Beast sacrificed itself for him and that his power was fake.
He shouted to his team that his and Hu Liena's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Demonic Charm, had even beaten Spirit Saints. He told Yan to hold back the rest of the Tianxing Academy team. He said they didn't need to win, just keep them busy while he and Hu Liena finished off Tang Chen.
Xie Yue didn't wait for an answer. He turned and tightly embraced Hu Liena. Suddenly, a bright peach-red light exploded from them. This light was different from the red ring; it was enchanting and seemed to grab people's souls. The light grew and merged, hiding Xie Yue and Hu Liena completely.
A giant red mist formed on the stage. This was the Demonic Charm skill, their biggest secret weapon. Inside this mist, everything became blurry and distorted. It covered half the arena and swallowed the Tianxing Academy team.
Xie Yue and Hu Liena had become one person with long, blood-red hair holding two large moon blades. This skill was made to control enemies. Inside the mist, everyone's senses, power, and movements were cut by fifty percent. Usually, only the two people using the skill could see inside the mist.
From within the red armor of the fusion, a voice mocked Tang Chen. The voice said that his hundred-thousand-year ring meant nothing here and that he was just a lamb waiting to be killed.
But before the voice could finish, a pure, noble golden light pierced through the heavy mist. It came from the Tianxing Academy team and looked like a rising sun. This light felt sacred and began to clear away the evil red mist.
As the golden light spread, the sticky red mist made a hissing sound and melted away like snow under the sun. In seconds, the ground was clean and the Tianxing Academy team could be seen clearly again.
Then, a clear voice spoke to the stunned Spirit Hall team, asking them if they really thought they were the only ones who knew how to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.