"Three-Life Martial Soul! Twelfth-level, thirtieth-level spirit power, and now a third martial soul—how can anyone compare to this level of talent?!"
"We can clearly feel it—his third martial soul far surpasses our own Xuangui Martial Soul!"
"Brother Chen is… terrifyingly strong. Just one martial soul was already enough to suppress people, and now this monstrous genius has a third!"
Besides Flander, everyone in the entire Spirit Arena was overwhelmed by the sight of Yuchen's third martial soul—Xuanwu, the Black Tortoise.
Especially the members of the Emperor Team—Yu Tianheng stood frozen, stunned as he stared at Yuchen.
He had always believed that his own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit placed him near the apex of the continent's young talents, but compared to Yuchen, he was utterly eclipsed.
Even Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, known for their coolness, now wore expressions mirroring those of the Shrek team—shocked reverence mixed with subtle admiration.
Yuchen's talent and strength were not merely high—they were supernatural.
In a world where strength determines everything, admiration easily turns into affection. It was not strange at all that hearts began to sway in his direction.
At that moment, the Xuangui Spirit Masters from the Battle Royal team gazed at Yuchen with awe. Their reverence wasn't just respect—it was instinctive submission, a pressure born from bloodline suppression.
As for Xiao Wu and the rest of the Shrek team, their eyes glittered with pure worship. Even the battle-hardened Tang San narrowed his gaze slightly, quietly assessing this mysterious peer.
"This 'Nine Heaven Azure Dragon'—not only did he win flawlessly, but he awakened such a divine-level third martial spirit! Prepare the gold soul coins—we must secure him!"
In the VIP lounge of the Soto Great Spirit Arena, Lu Yang—the director—shook with excitement as he witnessed the Xuanwu phantom manifest behind Yuchen.
…
Beyond the Spirit Arena, the entire continent stirred.
In the depths of the Star Dou Forest, under the gaze of the three great soul beasts, legions of soul beasts fell flat on the ground in reverent submission.
Even ten-thousand-year soul beasts quaked under the pressure of this noble bloodline.
"That human again?!"
"This is the third time! These three auras… even my core trembles!"
"As his power grows, those three divine energies become even more intense!"
At the center of a lake deep within the forest, a soul beast with a bull's head and snake's body stared skyward toward Soto City, its lantern-sized eyes wide with awe.
Beside it, the Titan Giant Ape nodded heavily—its silent agreement louder than any roar.
…
In the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Patriarch Yu Yuan, mid-discussion with the clan elders, suddenly looked toward Soto City.
"That aura… it's Xiao Chen again!"
"Could it be… that he's awakened a third martial spirit?!"
His broad frame stiffened. The phantom of Xuanwu glimmered faintly in the distance—yet its majesty was unmistakable.
"Our young master is unmatched in talent. Visions like this—only he could provoke them."
"Congratulations to the Young Master for awakening the third martial soul!"
The elders around him echoed solemnly, voices full of conviction and pride.
"I will personally look into this. But first, the matter of Yukun must be settled."
"He betrayed the clan and aligned with the Dark Iron Armored Dragon Family of the Garo Empire—this is high treason!"
"By my command—hunt down every descendant of Yukun's line!"
Yu Yuan's gaze sharpened like a blade as he turned to face his followers.
"Yes, Patriarch!" the hall roared in unison.
…
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—
"It seems our son-in-law is getting even more monstrous."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled lightly, standing beside Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, gazing at the looming image of Xuanwu in the sky.
It hadn't been long since Yuchen left their sect, and now, this incredible phenomenon?
It only confirmed what they already knew: Yuchen was no ordinary genius—he was destined for greatness beyond imagination.
…
Across the continent, other great powers stirred.
In the Star Luo Empire, within the Evil Eye White Tiger Clan of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's branch bloodline, several aged experts gathered—each with unique pupils, all gazing silently toward the direction of Heaven Dou Empire.
"That little freak from the Tyrant Dragon Clan again…"
"He's triggered heaven and earth anomalies three times now—what's next?"
"I can sense three separate but overwhelming martial soul auras emanating from him. What a monster!"
The old men shook their heads—not with disdain, but with helpless admiration.
…
All the great clans across the three empires—beyond even the Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, and the Evil Eye White Tiger Clan—were in uproar, drawn to the celestial vision of Xuanwu.
Even in the Heaven Dou Empire's Spirit Hall—
"Huh? Is that a god-tier aura again?"
"This boy… he's something else entirely."
Pope Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, her scepter tapping rhythmically against the marble floor, her expression icy.
"Your Holiness, the Blue Lightning Clan and Seven Treasure Sect have issued joint warnings."
"If we act too openly, we risk igniting war across the continent. Such a conflict would not favor Spirit Hall."
Standing before her was Qian Daoliu, cloaked in half-mask and white robes, his tone grave.
"Indeed."
"Keep eyes on him. He'll undoubtedly participate in the upcoming Advanced Spirit Master Tournament. At that time… I will act personally."
Bibi Dong nodded slowly as Qian Daoliu's words settled into silence.
"Yes, Your Holiness!" With swift movements, white-robed Spirit Hall disciples departed for Soto City.
…
Far away, in the Garo Empire's Dark Iron Armored Dragon Clan—
"Yukun, what kind of monster is that Yuchen?!"
"If we don't kill him now, I won't sleep soundly again!"
The patriarch, Wan Long, glared toward the northeast, his face twisted with dread and rage.
"Lord Wan, Yuchen received a ten-thousand-year spirit ring at only twelve years old. Now with three spirits, who knows how powerful he is?"
"Last time, our plan failed and drew attention from the continent's top clans. A second strike won't be so easy."
"The best move is to wait—let Spirit Hall take the first step."
Former Blue Lightning Elder Yukun spoke with icy calm, his murderous intent flashing in sync with Wan Long's.
Both pairs of eyes stared coldly toward the Heaven Dou Empire—plotting the next move, as the shadow of war loomed over the continent once again.
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