Soul Emperor Awakening

The entire arena was stunned by Liu Yue’Er’s strength. She had fought two matches back-to-back and still managed to endure the third—how could they not be shocked? This was a resounding slap in the face for the Black Dragon Race. Just moments ago, they had been mocking Liu Yue’Er; now they were eating their words. Not only had they lost, but they had been utterly humiliated.

The expressions of the remaining Black Dragon Race members changed drastically. They quickly rushed down toward the First Layer. Losers were teleported to the First Layer, and this one, having been severely injured by Liu Yue’Er, was in mortal danger without immediate medical attention.

The other members of the Black Dragon Race looked grim. This was their third consecutive loss. They had been certain they could defeat Liu Yue’Er in the third match, but she had won in the end. With so many people watching, it was utterly humiliating. After all, the Black Dragon Race considered themselves superior to the Golden Dragon Race, and the two were mortal enemies.

Liu Yue’Er hadn’t held back in the slightest. If the Black Dragon’s head wasn’t so tough, she would have smashed it to bits with one punch. In fact, if he hadn’t been teleported away, she would have absolutely followed up with another blow without a shred of mercy.

The Golden Dragon Race and the Black Dragon Race were sworn enemies. When they met, they fought without mercy—a battle to the death. The fight just now was the perfect proof. Both sides had attacked with lethal intent. Since their Cultivation levels were not drastically different, it was possible to achieve a swift victory, but not an instant kill.

After her victory, Liu Yue’Er quickly leaped off the Martial Arts Arena to avoid being challenged again. Although she had won, the battle against the Black Dragon had left her with serious injuries. A faint black light flickering on her body was a testament to the damage she had taken.

The light gradually dissipated after a moment. Her face was deathly pale, completely drained of color. Three consecutive battles had not only exhausted her stamina but had also left her with severe internal injuries. If she hadn’t been forcing herself to stand, she would have collapsed long ago.

"Damn it, you bitch! How dare you hurt my brother! We underestimated you! If you’ve got the guts, get back up here for another round! Watch me slap you to death!"

Another member of the Black Dragon Race leaped onto the Martial Arts Arena, roaring furiously, "Get up here if you dare! Your Golden Dragon Race was crushed by us! Fighting us for territory was a death wish! I’ll tell you straight—I, Hei Qing, personally fought in that great war! I destroyed your homeland with my own two hands! You want revenge, don’t you? Then come on up!"

This Hei Qing’s Cultivation was clearly much higher than that of his clansman before him. The Black Dragons had simply underestimated Liu Yue’Er, assuming she was a spent force, only for her to unleash one last burst of power. Any discerning member of the Demon Race could see it was merely a final flash of brilliance. If she actually went back up to fight, she would face a crushing defeat, and possibly even death.

Dying in the Ice and Snow Tower didn’t get you teleported to the First Layer; it got you thrown out of the tower entirely. The Black Dragon Race could then retrieve her body, and given their vile nature, nothing would stop them from defiling the corpse. There was no depravity they wouldn’t stoop to.

Among all the branches of the Dragon Race, the Black Dragon Race had the worst reputation. They were known for their wickedness, constantly plundering resources from others. The Golden Dragon Race had found a rich and valuable territory, but the Black Dragon Race coveted it, leading to a war that the Black Dragon Race ultimately won.

The crucial factor was that the Black Dragon Race had enlisted allies, which was why the Golden Dragon Race had suffered such a devastating defeat.

Provoked by his words, rage flared in Liu Yue’Er’s heart. A golden light flashed around her, and just as she was about to charge forward, a hand gently rested on her shoulder. As she turned to see who it was, a familiar voice spoke. "That’s enough. Leave this to me. I’ll make him pay for his foolishness."

Liu Yue’Er froze. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and threw herself into his arms, crying, "Brother, you’re finally here!"

Indeed, the man standing behind Liu Yue’Er was Lin Xuan. He could never have stood by and done nothing. To prevent her from acting rashly, he had instantly appeared by her side to stop her. If she had charged back into battle, the consequences would have been dire. Still, anyone would be enraged by such taunts. It was like facing your father’s killer—how could you not be furious?

The scene left the spectating members of the Demon Race looking at each other in confusion. Someone had appeared out of nowhere, someone who felt like he was from the Demon Fox Race... yet she had called him "Brother"! ’But that can’t be right,’ they thought. ’He clearly feels like a Demon Fox, so how can he be related to the Golden Dragon Race?’

"Yes... I’m late..." Lin Xuan gently patted her shoulder. His gaze then fell upon Hei Qing on the Martial Arts Arena as he spoke in a cold voice, "This fight will be over quickly. Once I’m done here, we’ll talk."

"Mhm!" Liu Yue’Er pulled away from his embrace and stepped aside to rest, her impulse to fight extinguished. Lin Xuan had arrived, and now, she had someone to lean on.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire Demon Race crowd, Lin Xuan strode onto the Martial Arts Arena. Before his opponent could even react, the arena’s protective barrier activated, signaling the start of the match.

"How about I take this match?" Lin Xuan sneered.

"A member of the Demon Fox Race? You’re all the same trash as the Golden Dragon Race!" Hei Qing sneered at Lin Xuan. "You’re already in the arena, so there’s nothing left to say. It makes no difference to me. The Demon Fox Race was also crushed under the heel of my Black Dragon Race! I’m curious to see what you meant by ’over quickly.’ What power could a Demon Fox possibly have? Without the Golden Dragon Race’s protection, you’re nothing but scum!"

"This is what I mean by ’over quickly’!" Lin Xuan furiously activated the Soul Pearl within him. In an instant, the souls of the Demon Evil Monarch, the Martial God, and the Fox King—three Core Formation Stage entities—fused with him, pushing their power to its absolute limit. His aura erupted, skyrocketing and crashing against the arena’s protective barrier. The sheer force of his presence alone made the barrier tremble!

His Realm leaped into the Void Spirit Stage, making the very air around him hum and filling the space with an oppressive weight. This transformation stunned every member of the Demon Race in attendance. It was impossible! The strongest cultivators in the tower were at the Peak of the Essence Pill Stage, yet they could all feel the aura of the Core Formation Stage—or maybe something even stronger!

In fact, what they felt was an aura comparable to that of their own Monarchs!

Empowered by the three souls, Lin Xuan unleashed his Illusionary Charm Domain. His pupils flashed with a multi-colored light. Hei Qing merely met his gaze for an instant and was immediately ensnared by the Illusion Technique.

The scene before Hei Qing’s eyes immediately shifted. Countless souls of Golden Dragons and Demon Foxes materialized before him, all in the gruesome states in which they had died, and began to swarm him.

"Th-this is an Illusion Technique! It’s useless against me! This is all fake! It’s all fake!" Hei Qing shrieked. He knew it was an illusion and refused to believe the specters before him were real.

But empowered by Lin Xuan’s terrifying new Realm, the Illusionary Charm Domain achieved a far deeper effect. As the souls lunged, they inflicted real, tangible pain. Worse, he was plunged into auditory hallucinations, a voice seeming to whisper from within his own mind: ’You Demon, die! Your entire Black Dragon Race deserves to be sliced into a thousand pieces, flayed alive, and have your tendons torn from your bones!’

The overwhelmingly powerful Illusionary Charm Domain caused him to lose control instantly. It pierced deep into his very soul and then, simultaneously, detonated.

After just a brief moment, Hei Qing, who had been screaming like a madman, fell silent. His eyes went dull and vacant. He had been completely enthralled by the Illusionary Charm Domain.