Four rings. Soul Ancestor!
"Holy shit!"
A brawny man with steel-wool white hair and bronze skin—looking fifty yet unwrinkled—sprayed tea at Yan Shaoze. "Old Yan! Did this kid take drugs?!" Qian Duoduo's eighty years of life hadn't prepared him for an eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor.
The scholarly dean ignored him, grip warping the railing. A month ago, he was a Soul Elder. No potent drugs existed in the city, and An Zhen wasn't foolish enough to sabotage his future. Only one explanation remained: his replication could temporarily copy cultivation levels too.
Silence gripped the arena. Bathed in golden light, white-gold horns crowned An Zhen like a crown prince of radiance—divine and imposing.
"Such power," he breathed. Five or six minutes won't hurt.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
Dai Huabin's roar shattered the stillness. A yellow ring flashed as a white energy blast shot toward An Zhen.
Fake! No one surpasses me!
The dragon's claw clenched. Without a soul skill, it punched the White Tiger's Light Wave.
BOOM!
Shockwaves erupted.
"Ning Tian, Wu Feng—withdraw."
An Zhen pierced the turbulence, predatory glee on his face. Without question, the girls exited.
"Arrogant bastard!" Humiliation burned Dai Huabin. He was the one who fought outnumbered!
A purple ring ignited—White Tiger King's Transformation. Muscles swelled, shredding his shirt. Black stripes etched his skin as fur thickened. A yellow ring coated him in pale light—Duke's heir knew combat.
As An Zhen charged head-on, Dai Huabin smirked. Idiot. His tiger claw swung down. Simultaneously, Zhu Lu materialized beside An Zhen—dagger-sharp fingers gleaming with dark energy. On the other flank, Cui Yajie's pink hair cascaded like silk. Two fluffy tails swayed as her eyes—innocent yet seductive—locked onto An Zhen.
Charm!
"SCRAM!"
"ROAR—!"
A sacred bellow shook the arena.
"GYAAAH!" Cui Yajie screamed as if ramming a mountain. Blood sprayed; she collapsed unconscious.
Tsk. Moths to a flame. An Zhen's soul defense—impervious even to Yi Laike—had shattered her.
The dragon claw met tiger claw. CRUNCH. Before Zhu Lu could strike, a light-wrapped fist hammered her gut.
A four-ring dragon outspeeds a two-ring kitten?
Dragons master all.
"Crack!" Dai Huabin staggered back, arm screaming.
"Trash!" An Zhen stomped, closing the gap in a blur.
Dai Huabin raised his arms—instinct from endless drills. Too late.
SLAP!
The crisp strike echoed. Silence fell as Dai Huabin hit the dirt.
Fire seared his cheek. Blood and teeth spilled from his lips. The scarlet handprint bled, yet the shame burned hotter.
"I'LL KILL Y—"
Before "you" escaped, the dragon claw ripped his flank. Blood arced as Dai Huabin crashed beside Zhu Lu.
"Huabin!" The cat-eared girl clutched her stomach, struggling up.
Cui Yajie was stretchered away. Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu—bloodied, disheveled—faced An Zhen's sudden laughter.
Three-on-one to this—in seconds.
"The Dai Clan: loyal dogs of the empire."
"Kicked off the throne… now licking boots."
"Got a fusion skill? No? Then crawl away, failures."
Arms crossed, light swirling at his feet, An Zhen's contempt was a blade.
Break him.
Pfft! Dai Huabin vomited blood, hate boiling in his eyes. "I'll slaughter you!"
"Zhu Lu!"
"Mm!"
His tiger roar surged. Zhu Lu, translucent in dark light, embraced him—her gaze tender, his venomous.
White Tiger and Nether Spirit Cat fused. Black energy erupted, birthing a translucent giant tiger—white fur, black stripes, soul power crackling.
"Wings? Pathetic."
Big Brother crushes his enemy. Little cutie (Huo Yutong) rushes into his arms. Perfect.
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