Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Faced with the raging wave of soul skills sweeping in from all directions, Kong Tianxu did not unleash any flashy soul skills, nor did he quicken his pace.

He maintained his composed demeanor and strolled towards Wang Chengxi, the core of the Iron Sword Sect's formation.

As the purple-gold star-shaped wings unfolded, fine, pale golden light, like stardust, flowed from the edges. These light fragments did not dissipate but lingered around Kong Tianxu, emitting a deep and solemn resonance with each step he took.

Above the heavens, it seemed as if an invisible hymn was being quietly sung.

His steps appeared slow, yet they were so fast that they defied visual perception.

Excuse me.

The Iron Sword Sect disciples who had surrounded the group only heard a gentle reminder in their ears. The next moment, they were sent flying backward at an even faster speed than when they had come, as if they had been hit head-on by a prehistoric beast!

"Bang bang bang-!"

Several people crashed heavily onto the soul power protective shield at the edge of the arena, slid to the ground, and were unable to get up for a while.

Kong Tianxu's figure appeared like a ghost, less than three feet in front of Wang Chengxi.

Her clothes were not disheveled.

To everyone else, he simply took a step forward, seemingly casually, but his figure was like lightning tearing through space, instantly traversing a hundred meters!

The Thunderous Flash of Ten Thousand Lightning, Kong Tianxu's soul skill, which has evolved to the level of 100,000 years, can now be used at will and can be regarded as teleportation.

Is he really the same age group as us?

Wang Chengxi felt utterly powerless.

However, her inherent stubbornness and the dignity of being the captain made her still resolutely hand over the sword.

"I know you're strong, but that doesn't mean you can humiliate us like this! I'll test just how strong you really are!"

Wang Chengxi let out a sharp shriek, and the fifth soul ring on the iron sword suddenly lit up. A solid black light sword separated from the jet-black blade. The light sword itself was dark, but it released an extremely intense silver sword light, sharp and unparalleled.

At the same time, her originally smooth and flowing black hair suddenly started moving without wind, growing wildly and transforming into countless ferocious, writhing black snakes that hissed and pounced on Kong Tianxu, biting him relentlessly.

The girl, who had previously appeared gentle and beautiful, suddenly turned deathly pale. Two sharp fangs pierced her lips, and her eyes turned an eerie pale white.

Two pale, solid beams of light, imbued with petrifying power, shot out from her pale eyes, striking first and aiming directly at Kong Tianxu's brow!

Sword light, snake hair, and the solidified power of Medusa—three different yet extremely powerful attacks erupted simultaneously.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that five more spirit rings have appeared on Wang Chengxi's body.

Two yellow, two purple, and one black soul rings, with the last three—two purple and one black—shining intensely.

Twin Martial Souls?

Faced with this deadly combined attack that was within reach, Kong Tianxu finally made his first clear move.

He extended his right hand.

His movements remained unhurried, even somewhat casual, yet he probed with unparalleled precision into that destructive brilliance, landing precisely in the middle of the most intense silver sword light.

"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound, like glass clashing together.

His long, slender, pale fingers firmly gripped the sharpest tip of the black iron sword. The violent thrust of the sword came to an abrupt halt, remaining completely still.

The countless black snake hairs that lunged at him, just before touching his body, seemed to crash into an invisible and scorching wall, emitting silent groans as they shrank back into ordinary black hair.

Medusa's aura remained as if nothing was there, and Kong Tianxu still stood proudly in place.

He can catch a blade barehanded and remain untouched by any attack.

Wang Chengxi's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, overwhelmed by boundless fear and disbelief.

All the attacks, all the struggles, even the soul skills he was so proud of, became so fragile and laughable in the face of absolute power and status difference.

You'll understand later.

Kong Tianxu's voice rang out calmly, yet it carried a strange penetrating power, reaching straight into Wang Chengxi's chaotic heart.

"This is not an insult."

He raised his other hand, and a warm, pure golden light quietly shone from the tip of his index finger. It wasn't dazzling, but it contained a strange power that calmed the mind. He gently touched this golden light to Wang Chengxi's forehead.

"It is a baptism."

A magnificent and pure golden halo silently appeared above the arena, slowly rotating and showering down holy light like water.

The golden light disappeared.

"Uh!"

Wang Chengxi trembled violently, his eyes suddenly went blank, and the black iron sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The eerie aura emanating from her body quickly dissipated, replaced by a faint golden halo enveloping her entire being.

She seemed to have lost all her strength, but she did not fall. Instead, she stood there quietly with her eyes closed and her face serene, exuding an unprecedented tranquility and peace, completely different from her ferocious and crazy appearance just now.

This sudden turn of events left the referee stunned, unsure of how to make a ruling. The game seemed to continue, but one team was caught in this strange state.

Below the stage, the Iron Sword Sect leader and other team members were extremely anxious, but they dared not go up on stage rashly because of the invisible pressure emanating from Kong Tianxu.

A moment later, Wang Chengxi's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The paleness and coldness in his eyes had completely disappeared, returning to their original black, but clearer and brighter than before.

She subconsciously raised her hands to look at them, then sensed the soul power and martial spirit within her body. Suddenly, she looked up at Kong Tianxu, who was standing right in front of her, and said in an incredulous, trembling voice:

"What... what kind of power is this? What did you do to my martial spirit? Why do I feel like they are... separating?"

Wang Chengxi certainly doesn't have twin martial souls, so why would someone with twin martial souls waste their talent like that?

She actually only has one true martial spirit, and that is Medusa.

Due to an accident in her early years, she absorbed a metal-attribute soul beast soul ring that was extremely incompatible with her own martial soul attribute, which triggered a violent and painful mutation.

That iron sword was the deformed form that resulted from that mutation, and it could temporarily alter her martial spirit.

It can be described as a degeneration of the martial spirit, yet it possesses an extremely strong deceptive quality.

But no matter how deceptive it is, it's not as powerful as a true twin martial soul. Now that she's seen this possibility, how could she not be anxious?

"This is the power of the 'Saint Soul Master'."

Kong Tianxu withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Saint Soul Master?"

Wang Chengxi murmured the words repeatedly, then her expression quickly transformed into an urgent longing. Almost without thinking, she pressed on with the question:

"You, no, can you help me so that I can truly possess two martial souls?"

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Kong Tianxu smiled slightly: "Sure, but this is a secret technique unique to the Holy Spirit Sect. The spirit rings of your two martial souls can only be shared. Moreover, obtaining spirit rings later will definitely not be easy. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

Wang Chengxi practically shouted it out. She no longer cared about the sect mission her sect leader father had assigned her. She took a step forward and stared intently at Kong Tianxu.

"I, Wang Chengxi, request to join the Holy Spirit Cult! I humbly beseech... the Holy Emperor to grant my request!"

Kong Tianxu's smile deepened slightly: "For those who are devout and have a heart full of light, the Holy Church will always keep its doors open."

He glanced at the other Iron Sword Sect members and the referee who were still in a daze: "So now?"

Without hesitation, Wang Chengxi turned to face the referee and loudly announced, her voice clearly resounding throughout the entire stadium:

"I concede! Iron Sword Sect forfeits this match!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left, then jumped off the competition stage.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

A crushing defeat, an absolute and unquestionable annihilation. So, the formidable Iron Sword Sect was nothing more than a roadblock in front of Kong Tianxu?

Judging from the intensity of previous competitions, Iron Sword Sect could easily achieve a good ranking simply by having Wang Chengxi, a pseudo-twin martial soul possessor whose strength far surpasses that of an ordinary Soul King.

Kong Tianxu is completely different from the other young soul masters. He even managed to steal away the opposing captain. Didn't you see the Iron Sword Sect's Soul Saint-level leader's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot?

At this moment, as everyone's attention once again focused on the seven breathtaking crimson soul rings on his body, the last trace of hope and doubt in their hearts finally vanished.

The two originally unfamiliar terms, "Holy Spirit Cult" and "Holy Soul Master," along with their dazzling light and absolute power, have been deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone present.

Now, whether they know nothing about the Holy Spirit Cult or have heard of the former Evil Soul Master cult, their curiosity has at least reached its peak.

Kong Tianxu humbly bowed to the audience from all directions and even made a point of thanking Xu Tianran towards the stage.

He then returned to his private rest area, surrounded by equally shocked gazes from the Holy Spirit Cult members.

"Good, good, good!" Xu Tianran clapped his hands and praised repeatedly from the podium.

"Seven 100,000-year soul rings, such a stunning debut. And the followers under your command are also radiating light. Saint Soul Masters... Heh, Sect Leader Zhongli, I was worried before that Prince Tianxu might have been mistreated in your sect. Now it seems that your sect has been very dedicated and kind to both its disciples and Tianxu."

"My heart is truly comforted."

To anyone listening, the Regent's words sounded like high praise for Kong Tianxu and commendation for Zhongli Wu. Combined with Kong Tianxu's earlier gesture of gratitude towards Xu Tianran, it presented a harmonious picture of a ruler and his minister in perfect accord.

Only the orange facing Xu Tianran could sense the surging jealousy and rage that had been building up to its limit and was about to burst forth from the depths of that calm and gentle tone.

A 100,000-year spirit ring! Even as the Regent of the Empire and an eight-ring Spirit Douluo, he himself wouldn't dare to dream of even one! Yet Kong Tianxu possesses a full seven!

They wouldn't even give him one of the seven?

And shouldn't those people from the Holy Spirit Cult be evil spirit masters? What are these things? Evil spirit masters with the light attribute? There are such evil spirit masters?!

Heresy, utter heresy!

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! Damn it!!

"Your Highness, this is all due to Prince Tianxu's own good fortune. I will definitely ask him about it when I get back."

In response, Zhongli Wu gave a dry laugh, saying nothing more, but a hint of pity flashed in his eyes as he looked at Xu Tianran.

clown.

"Let's watch the game and see if the remaining teams can bring us some new surprises."

Xu Tianran gritted his teeth fiercely, his deep composure allowing him to forcefully suppress his emotions, his expression quickly revealing nothing of his true feelings.

Meanwhile, in the rest area of ​​the Holy Spirit Church, Kong Tianxu was looking through the upcoming match schedule.