"It's over!" Tang Ya's voice was cold and firm. Her face looked a little pale due to the excessive consumption of soul power, but the ice in her eyes was enough to freeze everything.

Although Yuan Gungun tried his best in this final counterattack, it was still easily resolved by Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass.

After all, Tang Ya is a Soul Saint, while Yuan Gungun is merely a Soul Emperor. There is an insurmountable gap between the two.

Tang Ya gently waved her fingers, and a sharp blue silver grass pierced Yuan Gungun's chest like a poisonous snake, piercing his heart in an instant.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yuan Gungun's mouth. His body fell backwards weakly and fell heavily on the ring. The blood instantly dyed the ground red.

"Referee, we admit defeat!" Han Yu's voice rang out in the empty playing field, with a hint of indifference.

The referee nodded and said, "In that case, the Holy Spirit Sect wins the third match. Now, please ask the Snow Demon Sect to send its second player."

Yuan Gungun defeated two of them and lost to the third one, Tang Ya, which made most people recognize his strength.

Snow Demon Sect’s waiting battle zone.

Long Aotian stood up and said, "Let me play in the next match. We are all Soul Saints, I believe they can help me improve significantly."

Han Yu nodded, he had the same idea.

"In that case, then Brother Aotian, you go ahead. Don't lose. If you are defeated by a female spirit master, it won't sound good when the news gets back to the sect."

Long Aotian smiled coldly and snorted: "That's absolutely impossible."

After saying that, he strode towards the competition stage.

"I won't explain the rules anymore. Both of you should stand in your respective positions and wait for me to announce the start."

Referee Zheng Zhan said loudly.

As time passed, Long Aotian is now 20 years old, which is just the right age to participate in the competition.

His cultivation is also at the Soul Saint level.

He was of sturdy build, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and back, and bulging muscles.

He had long brown-red hair parted in the middle, with the hair hanging down on both sides appearing extremely soft. He had narrow and cold eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. Although he was not particularly handsome, he seemed to have a somewhat evil charm.

What’s even more amazing is that his skin is extremely white and crystal clear like jade.

There is a faint brilliance flowing under the skin, and every move and every move looks very smooth.

Strong enemy!

Tang Ya made such a judgment in her mind.

Although she was also a Soul Sage, she could feel that the young man in front of her was probably as powerful as her, or even stronger.

"Both sides stand back. Prepare for the game."

Long Aotian nodded to Tang Ya, not hiding the admiration in his eyes at all.

After all, anyone who can cultivate to the level of Soul Saint at this age, even if he is an evil soul master, must be one of those people with great talent.

After nodding, Long Aotian turned and walked towards his own half.

Although the competition stage was already damaged in many places, in front of him, the damage seemed to be non-existent.

Even when he walked to the crack, it seemed as if something in the air was supporting his body, and he walked over there easily.

The moment he turned around, all the momentum and pressure directed at Tang Ya disappeared. Tang Ya's mental power suddenly surged out like a tide, but it seemed to fall into empty space. The opponent was clearly right in front of him, but his mental power had lost its target.

Tang Ya groaned at the sad feeling, and her face flushed. She forced herself to swallow the blood that was rushing to her throat.

So strong!

Tang Ya realized that she might have met her greatest enemy in her life.

The Body Sect is indeed one of the most mysterious and powerful sects on the continent!
This person's cultivation is definitely not on the same level as mine.

He must be the leader of the Body Sect in this competition.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed the turbulent blood in his body. Tang Ya also went towards his side.

Tang Ya stepped back to the edge of the competition stage and turned back.

Long Aotian had also turned around at this time. He no longer had such a strong aura, but standing there, he seemed to have merged with the entire arena.

The unity of man and nature. Has his cultivation reached the level of the unity of man and nature?

Tang Ya's eyes lit up. This was exactly the level he was pursuing!

The resonant voice of referee Zheng Zhan echoed above the arena like the morning bell and evening drum, announcing the start of this fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

Tang Ya took a deep breath, looked up suddenly, and fixed her eyes on her opponent, Long Aotian.

His eyes were sharp and determined, like a cheetah ready to launch a thundering attack at any time.

At this moment, Tang Ya's seven soul rings rose one after another from under his feet like colorful neon lights. The seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, and purple complemented each other, releasing powerful soul power fluctuations that enveloped the entire competition arena.

Each soul ring contains powerful energy, as if it will burst out at any time and devour the opponent.

As the soul ring rose, changes began to occur around Tang Ya's body. Blue silver grass surged out from under his feet like a tide, sweeping towards Long Aotian madly.

These blue silver grasses are not ordinary plants. After being blessed by Tang Ya's soul power, they have become extremely tough, like flexible poisonous snakes, trying to tightly entangle Long Aotian.

Facing Tang Ya's fierce attack, Long Aotian stood still as a mountain. He slowly raised his hands and made a strange posture in front of his chest, with his right palm facing left and fingertips downward, and his left palm facing right and fingertips upward. The two palms faced each other, forming a strange arc.

As his hands moved, a lustrous glow emanated from his body, enveloping him entirely.

This layer of luster is crystal clear, like a flawless piece of jade, emitting a soft but inviolable light.

Under the cover of the lustrous luster, Long Aotian seemed to have turned into a lifelike jade sculpture, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura. At this moment, Tang Ya's blue silver grass attacked like a violent storm, and with a "hum", it completely enveloped the "jade sculpture" that Long Aotian had transformed into, trying to restrain him completely.

However, at the moment when the blue silver grass touched Long Aotian's body, a layer of dazzling purple-gold light suddenly burst out from his body, like the scorching sun, illuminating everything around it with golden light.

This layer of purple-gold light came with great force, but was fleeting, like a flash in the pan, and soon dissipated into the air.

The lustrous luster on Long Aotian's body also became a little scattered, and his body shook slightly, obviously affected by Tang Ya's attack.

Tang Ya on the other side saw this scene and couldn't help but groan, with a solemn look on his face. He knew that although his attack had a certain impact on Long Aotian, it did not cause any substantial harm to him.

The strength displayed by Long Aotian far exceeded his expectations, which made him feel a little pressured. However, Tang Ya was not discouraged by this, but instead aroused his strong fighting spirit.

His eyes became more determined, and there was a gleam of excitement in them, because he felt an extremely profound and unfathomable realm from Long Aotian's defense just now, which was the highest realm of integrating mental power, soul power, and even physical body with the world.

This kind of state was something Tang Ya had never experienced before, and it was also what he had always dreamed of.

Being able to experience the mystery of this state firsthand in battle was a huge inspiration to Tang Ya.

This is exactly the state he has been looking for.

Such combat experience is too valuable for him. The strength of the opponent is also severely squeezing Tang Ya's own potential.

After blocking the attack, Long Aotian showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He tapped the ground lightly with his toes and slid along the ground, heading straight towards Tang Ya.

Circles of soul rings also rose from under his feet, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. Seven soul rings, and it was a perfect match, with four ten thousand year soul rings.

Apart from Tang Ya, even in the Holy Spirit Sect, only Tang Ya has achieved this kind of soul ring ratio.

Tang Ya finally understood why the pressure from her opponent was so strong. Long Aotian's strength had indeed reached a terrifying level that he had never seen before.

Seven rings! Soul Saint.

Same as her, but the strength is totally different.
It's like the difference between elite and ordinary soul masters.

Long Aotian was not the first Soul Saint-level expert to appear in this competition. The previous one was the Three-legged Golden Toad Soul Master Xiao Hongchen.

But many people can guess that Xiao Hongchen was able to reach the seventh ring of cultivation mostly through drugs and some special means.

It may even be achieved by overstimulating one's own potential at the expense of future improvement speed.

Is this Long Aotian in front of you?

Of course not. Born in the Body Sect, he had already entered the state of unity between man and nature. How could he have reached this state through drugs?

His cultivation was obviously achieved through his own hard work. And such a Soul Saint, who came from the Soul Saint of the Body Sect, was so terrifying!

Four ten thousand year spirit rings, this level of spirit rings has even surpassed that of the Unbreakable Douluo next to him.

Zheng Zhan only has four ten thousand year soul rings.

The Body Sect, there is such a strong person among the younger generation.

Everyone's face changed drastically.

Even on the rostrum, Crown Prince Xu Tianran, Jing Hongchen and the mysterious national teacher, their auras began to fluctuate after seeing the seven soul rings rising from Long Aotian's body.

Before Long Aotian appeared on the stage, Qiu'er was hailed as the number one in this competition and the representative with the strongest individual combat power.

But at this time, although Long Aotian had not actually taken action, anyone with a discerning eye could understand that his level must be higher than Qiu'er.

I just don't know what his martial soul is.

Long Aotian's figure flashed, like a breeze passing over the water. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of a hundred meters and came in front of Tang Ya.

He did not use any soul power, but simply raised his right hand and made a seemingly gentle pressing gesture towards Tang Ya.

However, this seemingly understated action instantly caused the entire competition arena to tremble.

Tang Ya only felt an invisible and powerful pressure coming from all directions, as if the whole world had become Long Aotian's weapon. The air, the sunlight, and even the space itself carried a heavy sense of oppression, making her almost breathless.

Tang Ya's pupils shrank slightly. She felt that Long Aotian's attack was not aimed at her body, but at the comprehensive suppression of her spirit and will, trying to defeat her completely before the battle began.

Faced with this invisible and powerful pressure, Tang Ya did not feel fear, but instead was aroused with a strong fighting spirit. Her eyes flashed with excitement, as if she saw an unprecedented challenge.

She took a deep breath, exerted her soul power to the extreme, slowly raised her right hand, and clenched her five fingers into a fist.

As she moved, an intense golden light burst out from her body, enveloping her entire body in a golden glow.

Then, a huge golden figure emerged from behind her. It was a slender female figure with three pairs of golden wings on her back. Her face was blurred, but she exuded a sacred and inviolable aura.

The moment the golden figure appeared, the invisible pressure released by Long Aotian suddenly lightened, as if it was blocked by something.

The golden figure slowly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and faced Long Aotian's palm head-on.

Two palms, one white and one gold, collided silently in the air. There was no earth-shattering noise, nor violent energy fluctuations. There were only circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spreading out from the two palms.

The golden and white jade-colored light intertwined together to form a strange and beautiful pattern. In the center of the pattern, two palms seemed to be frozen in time, and no one could move forward at all.

However, this tranquility only lasted for less than a moment. The next moment, the two forces exploded at the same time, transforming into two light curtains of different colors, which collided and impacted violently on the stage, making a deafening roar.

Tang Ya stood there motionless, but the golden figure behind her shattered like glass at the moment the light curtain exploded, and finally dissipated into the air.

Long Aotian stood there motionless, but his eyes revealed an undisguised surprise.

This is definitely not a soul skill, but a combat skill. But what exactly is this combat skill?
No one can know.

Long Aotian's heart trembled, feeling a strong threat, his steps changed, and he quickly took a step back. He raised his right arm high, with five fingers together, like a sharp long sword, pointing directly to the sky. In an instant, a milky white light surged out of his body, quickly spreading to his entire arm, rendering his entire body with a layer of jade-like brilliance. At the same time, behind him, the air twisted violently, as if an invisible force was compressing and condensing, vaguely forming a huge twisted long sword phantom, exuding a heart-pounding sharp breath.

"Ah-"

Long Aotian swung his arm down, and the twisted long sword phantom formed by compressed air behind him also slashed down, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was going to tear the space apart. (End of this chapter)