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On Natural Sect's side, after a brief exchange of glances, they decided to send Yin Wansheng—who hadn't fought yet—onto the stage.
Slightly slender with an unnaturally pale complexion, his eyes held profound depth, as if containing endless darkness.
He walked slowly to the arena—another unfamiliar, unseen opponent.
Wang Dong'er's internal alarms blared.
Natural Sect had impressed him as a faction of bizarre martial souls and unpredictable soul skills, impossible to guard against.
Yin Wansheng gave a slight nod, his voice carrying a peculiar magnetism: "Natural Sect, Yin Wansheng."
"Begin!"
The moment the words fell, seven profound black soul rings rose beneath Yin Wansheng's feet. An immense pressure of soul power filled the air.
Behind him, a phantom shrouded in hazy black mist silently emerged. Clad in a white imperial robe and crowned with symbols of sovereignty, its indistinct face radiated authority over legions of ghosts—the Yin-Yang Ghost Emperor, his martial soul.
Wang Dong'er felt puzzled. She didn't recognize this as a clear yin-yang attribute, mistakenly assuming it leaned toward deathly necromancy.
'Doesn't he know light attributes counter undead?'
The thought flashed briefly, but she dared not underestimate him—a Soul Saint with seven hundred-thousand-year soul rings.
She couldn't delay. Must strike fast. Immediately, she activated her fifth soul skill, 'Light God Embodiment', transforming into pure light. Simultaneously, she unleashed her sixth skill, 'Butterfly God's Dance!'
Countless azure-gold Light Goddess Butterflies surged like a storm of destruction toward Yin Wansheng.
Yet Yin Wansheng merely calmly expanded his innate domain—'Ghost Emperor Domain!'
Instantly, a strange space of interwoven gray-black and deathly white spread from him, splitting the arena into yin and yang realms.
Within this domain, yin-yang energy flowed ceaselessly, drawing ambient elemental energy and even the opponent's scattered soul power to replenish itself. It also neutralized external attacks through a unique "erosion" mechanism.
Wang Dong'er's fierce 'Butterfly God's Dance', upon entering the Ghost Emperor Domain, sank like into invisible mud. Explosive force was layeredly weakened by swirling yin-yang energy, failing to threaten Yin Wansheng.
"First soul skill: 'Yin Soul, Never Departing.'"
Yin Wansheng raised his hand. Gray-black yin-yang energy condensed into twisted, wailing yin souls that slithered toward Wang Dong like clinging curses.
These souls eroded her soul power and vitality, drilling into her bones—nearly impossible to shake off.
Wang Dong'er slashed with Wing Guillotines, light energy flaring, only to find her cherished light attribute less effective against yin souls infused with yin-yang power.
His unique attribute seemed perfectly balanced—immune to suppression by any single element!
"Third soul skill: 'Yin-Yang Impermanence.'"
Yin Wansheng's third soul ring flickered. An invisible law-like ripple enveloped Wang Dong.
This bizarre soul skill manipulated yin-yang energy—it could defend, attack, or assist. Theoretically, it could even temporarily alter an opponent's attribute… or 'gender'.
Though ineffective for long against willpowerful, high-soul-power opponents, Yin Wansheng's purpose was clear.
Simultaneously, he held nothing back. His seventh soul ring blazed with deep black light.
Seventh soul skill: 'Yin-Yang Ghost Emperor True Body!'
'Boom!'
The entire arena seemed to transform into a netherworld realm—wailing yin winds, ghostly shrieks.
Yin Wansheng's body swelled, merging completely with the Ghost Emperor phantom behind him. He became a ten-meter-tall Yin-Yang Ghost Emperor, crowned and robed in imperial yin-yang dragon patterns.
The terrifying pressure drew gasps from spectators.
"Second soul skill: 'Yin-Yang Entanglement!'"
The yin souls binding Wang Dong'er suddenly turned violent. Internal yin-yang energies clashed fiercely, triggering chain explosions!
Wang Dong'er was caught off guard. Her protective soul power scattered; blood essence churned violently.
Panic surged within her. She knew she must go all out—but using True Body would drain her hundred-thousand-year soul ring's power, leaving her useless for the team battle.
In that split-second hesitation, a condensed beam of black-and-white energy—like a judge's brush—silently pierced her disordered defenses, striking her body precisely.
"Uh!"
Wang Dong'er froze. An indescribable sensation flooded her body.
She felt the familiar fullness of her chest rapidly vanish, replaced by flat firmness. Her slender waist and arms grew muscular contours, radiating power.
Her delicate face hardened into handsome, masculine features. But the true horror struck between her legs—something 'definitely' not meant for "Wang Dong'er" now existed there!
"You… what did you do to me?!"
Wang Dong's rage and shock erupted—but the voice emerging was no longer a crisp feminine tone. It had deepened into a clear, masculine sound.
A voice both familiar and alien—the very voice of "Wang Dong" from years ago!
She stared at her flat chest, feeling the unnatural changes. Her pupils contracted wildly—she was on the verge of madness!
Living alongside Yuhao day and night, she knew exactly what this meant!
"Bastard! Change me back!!"
Wang Dong snapped. Shame and fury drowned her reason. She swung her Wing Guillotines wildly, charging at Yin Wansheng without restraint.
Yin Wansheng easily deflected the attacks, smiling faintly: "Don't panic. It's temporary. The effect will fade. How about this… unique experience? Few get such a chance."
Keen-eyed spectators noticed Wang Dong'er's dramatic physical and vocal transformation. The stands erupted in chaos.
"Holy shit! Am I seeing things? Wang Dong'er just… turned male?!"
"What kind of soul skill is this? It changes gender?! Too absurd!"
Wang Dong heard nothing. One thought consumed him: 'Change back! Must change back immediately!'
He couldn't imagine Yuhao waking to see him like this. How would he explain?
'Your girlfriend logged off—your buddy Wang Dong is back for a limited time?'
"Fourth soul skill: 'Hexagram Array!'" He tried to trap Yin Wansheng.
But Yin Wansheng merely chuckled as his fifth soul ring lit up.
Fifth soul skill: 'Summon Legion!'
Within the Ghost Emperor Domain, yin-yang energy churned the void. Countless wandering souls across hundreds of miles were forcibly summoned. Infused with yin-yang power, they materialized as armored yin soldiers wielding weapons.
In an instant, hundreds of yin soldiers formed strict battle formations on the arena stage.
Immediately after, his fourth soul skill activated: 'Yin-Yang Puppetry!'
Originally a sinister technique for implanting ghost seeds to control soul masters, Yin Wansheng used it to command his yin soldiers flawlessly.
With a thought, the yin army moved like extensions of his will. Arrows rained; blades advanced. Like a disciplined army, they surrounded Wang Dong from all directions.
'One man, an entire army!' Such was the Ghost Emperor's authority!
Empowered by True Body, all of Yin Wansheng's soul skills doubled in power while halving soul power consumption. The yin soldiers' attributes surged over twofold.
Even more terrifying—he could briefly open the Ghost Sect, absorbing all yin soldiers' strength to further empower himself.
Facing the tidal wave of yin soldiers, Wang Dong's soul power plummeted rapidly. His face paled. He could endure no longer.
"I swear—I won't rest until I defeat you!"
He knew hesitation was fatal. He couldn't use True Body, but he had another trump card.
Left leg soul bone skill: 'Despair Bondage!'
Soul power surged. Eight pitch-black tentacles, covered in suction cups and reeking of evil, erupted from his left leg. Instantly expanding to a hundred meters, they coiled like giant pythons around Yin Wansheng's Ghost Emperor True Body, binding him firmly in place.
This soul bone came from a hundred-thousand-year Evil Demon Octopus King—its binding power was terrifying.
Simultaneously, his right leg soul bone began to glow, but Wang Dong felt his soul power nearing exhaustion.
Gritting his teeth, he retracted his Light Goddess Butterfly martial soul. A massive Hao Tian Hammer materialized in his hands.
Remaining soul power flooded into the hammer. His feet traced profound, arcane steps as he began the Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.
One strike. Two strikes. Three strikes… Power accumulated, intensifying with each blow!
He believed that if he could reach the eighty-first strike, no defense could withstand the ultimate blow of this world's premier weapon martial soul!
Watching Wang Dong desperately gather power and the increasingly heavy Hao Tian Hammer, Yin Wansheng's face remained playfully amused.
He actually had an even stronger sixth soul skill—'Yin-Yang Avatar'—unused. It could split off two complete-strength avatars (four under True Body), allowing him and his avatars to unleash the self-created skill 'Yin-Yang to Five Elements'.
But he knew the team battle required others to fight. This was enough.
Just as Wang Dong reached over fifty strikes—his momentum peaking—Yin Wansheng waved his hand. The Ghost Emperor True Body and yin soldiers dissolved. Casually, he said: "I forfeit."
Before referee Zheng Zhan could announce it, Yin Wansheng flickered away, lightly jumping off the arena as if the fierce battle had nothing to do with him.
On stage, Wang Dong's face turned deathly pale. The backlash from forcibly interrupting his momentum churned his blood essence. The heavy Hao Tian Hammer crashed down with a 'boom', cracking the arena floor.
He retracted the hammer, gasping heavily. Frantically pulling out a milk bottle, he replenished soul power without restraint. His gaze toward Natural Sect's rest area burned with humiliation, fury, and a trace of… unacknowledged dread.
On the Tang Sect side, Bei Bei shouted loudly: "Referee! Tang Sect forfeits the third individual match!"
He then looked toward Gu La in Natural Sect's rest area, calling out: "Members of Natural Sect—if we continue individual matches, it's a waste of time. Can we proceed directly to the team battle for a final decision?"
Gu La nodded calmly in agreement.
Ultimately, the individual matches ended in a 2-2 tie between Natural Sect and Tang Sect. Both sides agreed the team battle would decide the victor.
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