Rise of the Sword Son-in-Law-Chapter 404 Eighth Rank Battle Spirit

"Damn, who is that guy, getting ahead of us?"

A Seventh Rank Ninth Layer Realm Cultivator slammed into the Defensive Light Shield of the pillar, clutching his head and cursing furiously.

The other Cultivators flying towards the spot stopped one after another, all with gloomy expressions.

This Eighth Rank Cultivator had been their target for a long time.

They had thought it was almost a sure thing, but unexpectedly someone had beaten them to it, which infuriated them so much that they gritted their teeth in anger.

The commotion also attracted many onlookers; numerous people looked in this direction, their faces showing surprise.

"Eh, that guy seems to be a Sixth Rank Cultivator."

"Indeed, what is a Sixth Rank Cultivator doing going up there at this time? Isn’t that seeking death?"

"Exactly, right now about 80% of those in the arena are Seventh Rank Cultivators, plus there are three Eighth Rank Cultivators. This means that most of the Ancient Battle Spirits are Seventh and Eighth Ranks."

"Looks like a fool to me, a Sixth Rank Cultivator going in at this time is simply courting death. Just now an Eighth Rank Cultivator died, and now there are only two Eighth Rank Cultivators left in the arena. There are, however, a total of four Eighth Rank Ancient Battle Spirits. It wouldn’t just be dangerous for Sixth Ranks; even the Seventh Rank Cultivators are in peril."

"Probably some inexperienced youngster from a force trying to take this opportunity to break through to the Seventh Rank, unaware of the dangers of this place. If he gets killed, he deserves it."

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Endless discussions continued among the crowd.

Everyone felt that Xu Ping’an going up now was tantamount to rushing to his death.

The rules of the Soul Fighting Arena were that even if the Trialists died in battle, the Ancient Battle Spirits wouldn’t disappear.

So now, it was clear that the Ancient Battle Spirits had a huge advantage in the arena, and this advantage was set to widen even further.

At this point, not just Sixth Ranks but even Seventh Ranks going in was akin to seeking death.

Tang Qingyu was also anxious. Why had Xu Ping’an gone up?

Although Xu Ping’an’s strength was formidable, his might lay in his Physical Body, his True Yuan, but his Soul Power had not yet reached the Seventh Rank. How could he be strong enough?

Going up now, one could only leave by killing a Battle Spirit, but with the Battle Spirits being so powerful, how could they be killed?

"Ha ha, this kid is eager to die. It’s not our fault. Once he’s dead, we can still get the treasure," laughed the Seventh Rank Cultivator who had previously bumped his head.

He, too, had noticed Xu Ping’an’s Cultivation level. A Sixth Rank Cultivator entering such a battleground was outright suicide.

Once he dies, both his and the previous Eighth Rank Strongman’s treasures would all be his.

The other Seventh Rank Cultivators also made light of the situation with smirks. A Sixth Rank Cultivator dared to join in.

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Their desire to grab this corpse was entirely about getting in quickly and then killing a Low Rank Battle Spirit to get out.

A Sixth Rank entering there wouldn’t be able to kill anything at all, which meant they could only wait for death inside.

"However, why do I feel like I’ve seen this guy before? He looks familiar, but I’m sure I’ve never met him," said a Seventh Rank Peak Level Cultivator, puzzled.

"Yuan Chengbing, you always say people look familiar. Last time, you said that about a female Cultivator simply because you wanted to snatch her from our hands for yourself, and then when you got her pregnant, you turned your back on her. And now, a man, you say looks familiar too," teased a nearby Seventh Rank Cultivator, laughing.

The Cultivator named Yuan Chengbing had a helpless expression.

This time, he was telling the truth; he really did feel like he recognized him.

But he really couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

"Yuan Chengbing, you from the Earth Divine Sect are all males, do you have such preferences normally? Oh right, you go for both men and women," another Seventh Rank Peak Level Cultivator chimed in.

"You really misunderstand me, I truly feel like I know this guy," Yuan Chengbing explained helplessly.

The other three just laughed and looked skeptical.

Yuan Chengbing was helpless, but he didn’t dwell on it any further.

Because Xu Ping’an had already settled down in the center of the platform and sat down.

"Buzz!"

The Formation activated, and a powerful surge of energy enveloped Xu Ping’an.

Xu Ping’an felt a force pulling at the Soul Power within his Niwan Palace.

This force was strong and special, seemingly able to condense Xu Ping’an’s Soul Power into a solid form.

For ordinary Cultivators, Soul Power tends to be in a gaseous state. By the Sixth Rank Peak, the Soul Power, like Xu Ping’an’s, would have transformed into Soul Origin Liquid.

Once one breaks through to the Seventh Rank, the Soul Origin Liquid coalesces into solid form.

What form the condensed entity takes depends on each person’s inner thoughts and beliefs. Some people form a sword or a knife, while others might form a fierce tiger, a dragon, or other Divine Beasts.

In short, the transformation of the Soul Origin can result in various shapes and is not necessarily one’s own image.

In his previous life, the soul origin of Xu Ping’an was a sword, an exceptionally sharp Soul Sword.

However, in this life, Xu Ping’an did not wish to condense a sword-shaped soul again.

Although this kind of weapon-type or demon beast-type soul origin initially provided great assistance for soul attacks,

it brought about certain disadvantages in the later stages, as it imposed some limitations on comprehending Dao Laws.

Therefore, in this life, Xu Ping’an did not plan to condense a weapon or demon beast-type soul origin.

As for what to condense into, he did not have a clear idea yet.

"Buzz!"

Xu Ping’an did not resist the pull of this force, and mustered all his soul power.

In the next instant, a phantom figure identical to Xu Ping’an appeared directly above the battlefield.

"There he is, haha, this Sixth Rank Cultivator has come out."

"In a moment, a Fighting Soul from ancient times with a soul origin similar to his will appear opposite him, and then his soul strength will be clear at a glance."

"Haha, just a Sixth Rank, what strength could he have? He must be the weakest Sixth Rank Battle Spirit."

There was continuous discussion among the surrounding crowd.

Everyone assumed Xu Ping’an’s soul power was negligible. With such strength, entering the Soul Fighting Arena was tantamount to seeking death.

Tang Qingyu also frowned deeply. At this moment, she hesitated, wondering whether to leap onto a stone pillar to enter the battlefield and help Xu Ping’an kill a Battle Spirit to aid his exit from the Soul Fighting Arena.

After all, such a battle was not something he could partake in.

As for those four Seventh Rank Peak cultivators, they sneered with disdain.

Xu Ping’an ignored the mockery of the crowd, as he was feeling his soul state.

"The soul has left the physical body without dissipating, it seems indeed due to this Great Formation. The Soul Body... It has been a long time since I’ve had this sensation," Xu Ping’an sensed his soul state and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The feeling of the soul leaving the body was still wonderful.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, a soul power started to condense in the void opposite him.

"To condense an ancient Fighting Soul with a soul power similar to mine? My soul power far exceeds that of an ordinary Sixth Rank Peak Cultivator; it should be more than just Seventh Rank. I wonder what level it will be," Xu Ping’an said with a smile, talking to himself.

In fact, Xu Ping’an did not have a clear concept of just how strong his soul power was at the moment.

Right now, the ancient Battle Spirit seemed a good method of measurement.

"Haha, it’s come out, is it a Sixth Rank Battle Spirit? Wonder which Layer?" someone on the platform immediately laughed.

Others also turned their eyes towards Xu Ping’an.

As for the cultivators fighting below, they showed no interest.

A mere Sixth Rank Cultivator—how strong could the Battle Spirit he summoned be? Such a Battle Spirit was unlikely to pose any pressure on them, so they could not be bothered to pay attention.

The ancient Battle Spirit continued to condense, beginning to emit a strong soul power.

"It... It doesn’t seem to be Sixth Rank," someone said doubtfully as they observed the ancient Battle Spirit.

Others also noticed this scene.

Could it be that this young man is a genius with soul power comparable to the First Layer Realm of Seventh Rank without even condensing it yet?

"The power of this ancient Battle Spirit seems to be constantly increasing. Seventh Rank Third Layer, Fourth Layer, Fifth Layer... Eighth Layer, Ninth Layer? How can this be possible? How can a Sixth Rank Cultivator possibly summon a Seventh Rank Ninth Layer ancient Battle Spirit? Is there something wrong with this Soul Fighting Arena?" someone exclaimed in utter shock.

At this moment, the soul aura of the ancient Battle Spirit opposite Xu Ping’an had reached the Seventh Rank Peak.

This scene was beyond everyone’s expectations.

"Look, it’s... Eighth Rank now! The aura of the ancient Battle Spirit has broken through to the Eighth Rank," someone suddenly cried out.

Everyone was instantly astounded.

Something’s gone wrong!

It must be an issue with the formation of the Soul Fighting City.

How could a Sixth Rank Cultivator possibly summon an Eighth Rank Battle Spirit?

Yet the aura of the ancient Battle Spirit continued to rise.

At that moment, even those who were fighting below could no longer maintain their composure.