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Feng Xiao's lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze slowly sweeping over the Shrek members: "What? Even the proud scions of the Upper Three Sects fear a commoner Spirit Master like me?"
His tone was light and understated, yet every word struck at their hearts. Tang San's expression instantly turned ashen, the purple light in his Purple Demon Eye surging violently; Yu Tianheng's fists clenched, lightning uncontrollably bursting from his body, crackling into tiny arcs on the ground. Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help but frown.
These words, seemingly casual, actually hit the mark. Feng Xiao knew the psychology of Sect disciples too well—the Spirit was not only the foundation of their Sect but also the basis of their pride.
To retreat now would not only damage their personal reputation but also the century-old prestige of their Sect.
At this moment, the Shrek members were struggling internally. Feng Xiao gently stroked the zither strings, a faint smile playing on his lips. This was more effective than any provocation—when Sect honor was placed on the scale, these proud heirs had no choice but to accept.
In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's scepter paused slightly. They all understood that Feng Xiao's move had forced Shrek into a situation where they had no choice but to respond.
"Little San, accept his challenge!" Dai Mubai's tiger eyes widened, his voice firm and strong, "How could the seven of us combined fail to withstand one of his moves?"
Yu Tianheng, with lightning flickering around him, said in a deep voice, "This concerns not only personal honor but also the dignity of our Sect."
Tang San's gaze swept over each of his teammates—Dai Mubai and Zhuqing nodded slightly, Xiao Wu's small fists clenched, Ning Rongrong and Oscar nodded vigorously, Yu Tianheng's body shimmered with lightning. Everyone's eyes burned with unyielding fighting Spirit.
Taking a deep breath, Tang San turned to face Feng Xiao, the purple light in his Purple Demon Eye blazing: "Good! We shall experience Brother Feng's excellent move!"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was heavy, echoing before Pope Mountain. At this moment, they were fighting not just for victory, but for the glory of Spirits that had been passed down for thousands of years, such as the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Xiao's eyes, then he smiled and waved to his teammates: "Since that's the case, you all retreat for now."
"Little Feng," Dugu Yan hesitated, her eyes filled with worry.
Feng Xiao smiled gently at her: "It's fine. Even in a normal battle, you wouldn't have many chances to make a move." His tone was relaxed, but it made everyone's hearts tremble.
The Royal Fight team also looked helpless.
"Don't worry," Feng Xiao said softly, gently stroking a zither string.
The Royal Fight team looked at each other for a moment, then slowly retreated to the side of the arena at Feng Xiao's signal. Before leaving, Dugu Yan didn't forget to glare back at Feng Xiao, only to see that he had already reined in his smile, his slender fingers gently moving across the zither strings, his entire demeanor suddenly transforming, like a sharp sword unsheathed.
Feng Xiao calmly sat cross-legged, his fingertips gently plucking a zither string, and a clear, melodious zither sound immediately rippled through the air. This sudden sound made the Shrek members tense up. Yu Tianheng instantly entered Spirit fusion state, and Tang San's Purple Demon Eye blazed with purple light.
"Why are you all so nervous?" Feng Xiao chuckled and shook his head, pressing his fingers on the vibrating zither strings, "The match hasn't even started yet."
This scene caused the Spirit Hall team members watching the battle to look grim. At this moment, they truly realized that they had indeed underestimated their opponents, having lost to a group of startled birds.
The temple knights exchanged playful glances, and some even whispered through spirit power.
Everyone's expressions and slightly moving lips were like invisible poisonous needles, making the Shrek members' faces grow increasingly grim.
As time passed, the fifteen minutes of preparation time flew by. The Cardinal referee stood up solemnly, his deep voice, amplified by spirit power, reverberating throughout the arena: "The Elite Competition of Advanced Soul Master Academies of the Entire Continent Grand Finals—officially begins!"
As his voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire arena instantly became extremely tense.
Feng Xiao's seated figure remained motionless, only his fingertips trembled slightly on the zither strings; while the seven Shrek members opposite him instantly formed a battle formation.
At this moment, everyone's heartbeats involuntarily quickened. In the VIP section, Bibi Dong leaned slightly forward; Ning Fengzhi's scepter also stopped moving; even the usually calm Sword Douluo Chen Xin, at this moment, couldn't help but grip the hilt of his sword.
The Shrek members, as if facing a formidable enemy, stared intently at Feng Xiao, who sat quietly in the arena, every nerve taut to the extreme. Dai Mubai's tiger claws gleamed with cold light, and Tang San's Purple Demon Eye was filled with a chilling purple hue.
Feng Xiao, however, seemed oblivious, his eyes slightly closed, his slender fingers hovering over the zither strings. His mental force spread out like ripples, encompassing every rustle of wind and every falling leaf on Pope Mountain within his perception. Even the crisp sound of the distant temple knights' armor clashing was clearly discernible in his sea of consciousness.
"Great sound is silent, great form is without shape," Feng Xiao suddenly spoke, his voice ethereal as if coming from beyond the heavens, "You have already witnessed the wonder of human harmony." He slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to hold the flow of stars, "And this next move, even I find it difficult to control its power."
"Dao De Jing?!"
Tang San's heart was in turmoil, the purple light in his Purple Demon Eye fluctuating violently. As a practitioner of Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang San had also studied some Taoist classics.
"Could it be that he also…" Tang San stared intently at Feng Xiao's extraordinary and refined posture, a startling conjecture exploding in his mind.
Soon, Tang San felt it—Feng Xiao's breathing rhythm, and even the aura circulating around him, all exuded traces of authentic Taoist cultivation methods.
The artistic conception Feng Xiao displayed at this moment had a similar essence to Mysterious Heaven Skill. Tang San's hand unconsciously tightened around the Clear Sky Hammer, his knuckles turning white from the effort—if the opponent was truly as he suspected, then the significance of this duel would be far more than just the outcome of the match.
"Playing tricks!" Yu Tianheng snorted coldly, lightning crackling around him.
This remark jolted Tang San awake. He took a deep breath, suppressing the surprise in his heart: "First, focus on the current match; other matters can be discussed later." But the records from "Zhuangzi · On the Equality of Things" still involuntarily surfaced in his mind—human harmony, earth's harmony, heavenly harmony, the sounds of the three powers.
"If human harmony refers to the sound of strings and flutes, then is he about to unleash…" This thought was forcibly cut off by Tang San. "No, that's impossible! Earth's harmony and heavenly harmony are the sounds of heaven and earth; how could they be achieved by human power?"
"Everyone, don't be careless!" Tang San shouted in a deep voice, his Purple Demon Eye locked onto Feng Xiao's every move. He had originally thought the name Fuxi was just a coincidence or a homonym.
Dai Mubai immediately assumed a defensive stance upon hearing this, his White Tiger Body Protection Barrier instantly unfolding; even the most unrestrained Xiao Wu tensed her body, ready to activate Teleportation at any moment.
Feng Xiao closed his eyes, his slender fingers slowly caressing the zither strings. This seemingly gentle movement sent a profound shock through the hearts of the Shrek members. In an instant, Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda burst forth with dazzling colorful light, and three enhancement beams unhesitatingly landed on Dai Mubai; Oscar, moreover, swiftly threw several recovery Sausages, directly aiming them at the White Tiger Spirit Master at the front of the team.
This scene made the Spirit Hall members watching the battle turn their heads, and many temple knights couldn't help but curse under their breath:
"Seven against one, taking one move, and still needing enhancements?"
"They've completely disgraced the Upper Three Sects!"
In the VIP section, Chen Xin frowned deeply, and Gu Rong even coughed awkwardly. The two Titled Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi simultaneously, only to see the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School looking as usual, though he couldn't help but grip the scepter in his hand tighter.
"You scoundrel, do you think these little brats can hold on?" Gu Rong's hoarse voice echoed in Chen Xin's mind, carrying a rare sense of gravity.
Chen Xin's gaze was like a sword, locked onto Feng Xiao's gradually brightening last two spirit rings in the arena: "Hard to say. That kid hasn't revealed the power of his last two rings yet." His fingers unconsciously caressed the hilt of his Seven Kill Sword. "If he goes all out, it might be a killing blow comparable to a Spirit Emperor."
Feng Xiao's eyes suddenly opened, and four spirit rings instantly appeared around him, simultaneously blazing with light. However, the next moment, his actions caused an uproar throughout the entire venue—those four spirit rings actually spun rapidly under Feng Xiao's exquisite control, eventually overlapping and seemingly merging into a single brilliant halo!
"spirit ring fusion!"
Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, the gem on her scepter bursting with dazzling light. This knowledgeable Supreme Pontiff could not hide her shock at this moment, her voice carrying a rare fluctuation.
In the VIP section, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed dramatically, and the scepter in his hand involuntarily became damp. His anxious gaze swept towards the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him. The two understood and nodded. Chen Xin's fingers were already pressed against the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword, and Gu Rong's black robe billowed without wind—the two Titled Douluo simultaneously prepared for rescue.
"Is this kid trying to wipe them out? Something big is going to happen," Dugu Bo muttered, his snake pupils narrowing to thin slits.
Feng Xiao's black hair billowed, and the fused spirit ring circulated around him, emitting a dreamlike halo. With each rotation of the halo, the air on Pope Mountain grew heavier. The seven Shrek members seemed to be nailed in place by an invisible force, even their slightest movements becoming incredibly difficult.
At this moment, the dense spirit power in the arena surged wildly under the effect of the enhancement skills, and Feng Xiao's aura climbed steadily at an astonishing speed. The Shrek members were horrified to discover that the oppressive force had already approached the level of their academy instructors, and even surpassed it!
"High-rank Spirit Emperor!"
Tang San's pupils contracted violently, the purple light in his Purple Demon Eye swirling madly. This judgment sent a chill down his spine—the strength displayed by this peer had completely exceeded their understanding of the younger generation's limits.
Dai Mubai's White Tiger Vajra Transformation involuntarily activated at full power, and even the usually fearless Xiao Wu's pink rabbit ears stood up nervously. Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda blazed with light, but it still couldn't dispel the oppressive feeling in everyone's hearts.
In the VIP section, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword had already appeared in his hand, and Gu Rong's figure had vanished from the VIP section. Everyone realized that the next attack would likely transcend the scope of the match.
As his spirit power continued to rise, Feng Xiao's eyes gently closed, his entire being immersed in the perception of all things in the World. The sound of the wind, the sound of breathing, and even the trajectory of distant leaves falling were all vividly clear in his mental World.
Suddenly, his brow trembled slightly—amidst the intricate perceptions, he captured the most primal pulsation of heaven and earth. It was a profound and mysterious rhythm, as if the entire World was gently vibrating with some invisible beat.
"This is?"
On the high platform, Chen Xin's expression changed dramatically. His Seven Kill Sword Spirit actually hummed uncontrollably. This unprecedented resonance astonished him, a Titled Douluo at the peak of swordsmanship.
Almost at the same moment, the eyes of all Titled Douluo trembled to varying degrees. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
Before the Supreme Pontiff Palace, Feng Xiao's black hair billowed without wind, and the fused spirit ring radiated an unprecedented light. At this moment, he seemed no longer merely a Spirit Master, but had transformed into a part of the sound of heaven and earth.
"You rotten bone, remember to save them later." Chen Xin's grave voice echoed in Gu Rong's mind, his Seven Kill Sword already poised. Gu Rong, who had already merged into the void, nodded silently, the bones beneath his black robe making faint clicking sounds, his entire being like a taut bowstring.
"What exactly does this kid want to do? He won't kill anyone, will he?" Yue Guan's transmission carried a rare hint of nervousness.
Gui Mei's black robe shifted slightly, and he responded hoarsely: "With His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff presiding, what trouble could there be? Do you think those old fellows on the mountain are just for show? They must have felt it too." His deep eyes were fixed on the arena, "I just didn't expect a mere Spirit King to be able to resonate with heaven and earth."
At this moment, Feng Xiao seemed to be in another dimension. In his perception, the rustling of the wind through the treetops, the whistling sound as it passed through the holes in the palace, and even the subtle sounds of it brushing against cracks in the stones, all transformed into clear ripples in his mental World. These natural rhythms intertwined and influenced each other.
"Found it." Feng Xiao's lips curved slightly, and his fingertips trembled lightly on the zither strings. This subtle movement, however, caused all Titled Douluo to change color simultaneously—they felt that a peculiar power was continuously amplifying throughout Pope Mountain, forming a huge vortex centered around that black-haired youth!
Before he finished speaking, his fingertips gently brushed the zither strings. The air throughout Pope Mountain suddenly solidified.
Everyone felt that some power beyond comprehension was awakening.
"One string vibrates, a hundred ravines respond; the Nine Netherworlds echo, their sound never ceases!"
Feng Xiao's clear shout rang out, and his fingertips plucked the zither strings sharply.
"Zheng—!"
A zither sound that pierced clouds and shattered stones suddenly exploded, instantly resonating strongly with the entire space. Terrifying sound waves swept across the arena like raging tides. The Shrek members felt as if thousands of bells were ringing in their minds simultaneously, and they instantly became dizzy.
"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shattered in response, turning into specks of flowing light.
"Pfft!"
The Spirit phantoms behind Yu Tianheng and Dai Mubai collapsed and disappeared under the intense reverberation.
Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer fell uncontrollably, transforming into black light and returning to his body the moment it touched the ground.
In the face of this terrifying sound attack that resonated with heaven and earth, the seven Shrek members were like candles in the wind, unable to even maintain their most basic Spirits.
Just as the sound blade, stirring up monstrous airwaves, was about to engulf the seven, a black shadow suddenly appeared—
"Seventh Spirit Ability: Bone Dragon True Body!"
Amidst Gu Rong's furious roar, a gigantic Bone Dragon True Body stretched across the arena, forcefully blocking this World-destroying blow. The impact generated by the collision sent the surrounding temple knights flying several meters, and the entire Pope Mountain trembled!