"Impossible! Those were four... four Spirit Sages!" Chairman Ye stared at the four Spirit Sages lying unconscious on the ground, his entire being filled with disbelief.
"If I'm not mistaken, that last move of yours—your self-created soul skill—must've drained a lot of your soul power, right? You're nearly spent now, aren't you?"
Ye Wuhen straightened his posture as he looked at Li Chang'an and said coolly.
"You worthless son-in-law, how dare you question the Holy Son! Kneel down and apologize to him right now!" The matriarch of the Ye family, ever the opportunist, immediately changed her tone.
'This useless son-in-law actually dared challenge the Holy Son—was he looking to die?'
"Apologize? Hmph! I've endured humiliation in the Ye family for three years. Today, I reveal my true identity!"
Ye Wuhen brushed aside the bangs almost covering his eyes and gave a smirk as he spoke.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone from the Ye family, soul rings began to rise slowly behind him. In his hand appeared a massive grey greatsword, roughly two meters long with jagged edges.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
Eight rings—Spirit Douluo!
"You… you're a Spirit Douluo? Who... who are you really...?" Chairman Ye's hand trembled as he pointed at Ye Wuhen. Just a moment ago, he was nothing more than a useless live-in son-in-law, and now suddenly—Spirit Douluo?
And Ye Wuhen was only thirty-eight! A Spirit Douluo with the ideal ring configuration—this was a title that would overshadow any Ye family in-law!
If Ye Wuhen had revealed his identity earlier, the Ye family could've easily become the second most powerful business association after the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!
But chairman Ye knew—it was too late. Ye Wuhen likely had nothing but hatred for the Ye family. After all, their past treatment of him was…
"Hmph. I've hidden my strength for three years. Today, I no longer need to. Ye family... I'll be settling scores with you shortly!" Ye Wuhen's eyes turned blood-red as he looked coldly at the family members.
"Holy Son, is it? So, are you going to slit your own throat, or would you like me to help you with that?" Ye Wuhen stood tall, greatsword across his shoulders. His robes fluttered even without wind—absolutely oozing coolness.
"Excuse me... are you the Dragon King?" Li Chang'an, unfazed by the dramatic reveal, suddenly asked.
'A son-in-law named Ye? This is straight out of a protagonist playbook!' Li Chang'an thought. But is Ye Wuhen a transmigrator? Does he know the Dragon King?'
"What Dragon King? I don't know what you're talking about," Ye Wuhen replied arrogantly. "But what I can tell you is this—once I kill you, I'll take your place, control the Spirit Hall, and then seize all of Douluo Continent to welcome—"
Who or what he was welcoming remained unsaid, but the arrogance was over the top. And despite all his bragging, he still hadn't made a move—maybe he thought he could subdue Li Chang'an just by acting cool.
'Not a transmigrator then,' Li Chang'an sighed inwardly.
'No Dragon King nonsense. Oh well, it doesn't matter who this guy serves—I'll just capture him and ask.'
"Alright, are you done talking? If so, let's fight." Li Chang'an picked his ear lazily, utterly bored.
"Why don't you surrender? Do you really think you can beat me?" Ye Wuhen rested the giant blade on his shoulder, letting out his full Spirit Douluo aura.
Instantly, the entire courtyard turned into a swirl of grey mist, dense and dramatic—full of visual effects.
Li Chang'an shook his head, helpless.
'There's always someone who thinks they're the main character. Someone who thinks they're invincible. Someone who just insists on showing off in front of me.'
"Tell you what. If you can withstand ten of my attacks, I'll give up the title of Holy Son." Li Chang'an spun his Pangu Axe with a flourish. His soul rings began to appear behind him.
Not trying to show off—just flexing a little. That's all.
Black, black, black, black-red, red, red, red...
[Ye Wuhen (Abyssal Beast). +68 points]
"Ten-thousand-year... hundred-thousand-year... Three hundred-thousand-year rings?! No way! No fucking way!" Ye Wuhen's arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by pure shock.
He only had one more ring than Li Chang'an—but Li Chang'an's ring quality could crush him. There was no way he could win!
Run. He had to run. He needed to report this to his superiors immediately. If someone like this wasn't eliminated quickly, invading Douluo Continent would be nothing but a pipe dream!
"Hmph! We'll finish this another day!" Ye Wuhen wasn't stupid—his body turned into a grey stream of light and shot into the sky.
Before fleeing, his eighth soul ring lit up, and a grey cage appeared around Li Chang'an.
Li Chang'an: …
'Seriously? That's it? Running away without even a fight?'
Staring at the grey soul cage—clearly a ten-thousand-year soul skill—Li Chang'an didn't panic in the slightest. He raised his fist and punched out with 600% power.
Boom!
The cage disintegrated into powder.
Then his fourth soul ring lit up.
Phantom Speed!
In the next moment, Li Chang'an transformed into a streak of purple light and shot into the sky, releasing his full spiritual power to lock onto Ye Wuhen's position.
This wasn't a good time to use the Donghuang Bell to teleport—too short a distance and too much soul power required. Speed was the better choice here.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Wuhen activated his second and sixth soul rings while burning his life essence—just to accelerate. Faster, faster!
"Hey! You there—Abyssal plane scum! Just give it up. You're not getting away," Li Chang'an's voice rang in Ye Wuhen's ears. Looking back, he saw Li Chang'an already ten meters behind him, looking completely relaxed.
'The Abyssal Plane—how does he know I'm from the Abyssal Plane?! Who is this guy?!'
Ye Wuhen burned his essence even harder. But Li Chang'an closed in—now only two meters behind.
"Sigh… still being stubborn? Time to come with me." Li Chang'an surged forward, grabbed Ye Wuhen by the collar, and slammed him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"You've gone too far! You think a Spirit Douluo like me is just for decoration?!" Ye Wuhen stopped himself from falling completely and activated his seventh soul skill—Martial Soul Avatar—his massive greatsword expanding to over fifty meters.
"I told you, you're overestimating yourself."
Li Chang'an dropped from the sky like a demon god, his Pangu Axe in hand.
His first and second soul rings lit up—purple light flickering across the axe blade, forming a lightning-charged crescent moon that crashed down onto Ye Wuhen's oversized blade.
BOOM!
HUMMM—
Though it was a simple clash, Li Chang'an's strike forced Ye Wuhen out of his Martial Soul Avatar state in a single blow!
"You've barely spent any time in the Douluo Continent. You don't even understand the true power of a Spirit Douluo—pathetic." Li Chang'an slammed a punch into Ye Wuhen's ribs.
"Now tell me—how did the Abyssal Plane discover Douluo Continent?"
"I'll never surrender—"
BAM! Another punch to the kidneys.
"Speak!"
"I'll never—"
WHAM! Another punch to the waist.
"Okay! I'll talk! Seven years ago, the Douluo Continent experienced a sudden space-time disturbance. The energy fluctuation was massive. It caused a spatial rift to open up—through that, we found your Douluo Plane."
'Seven years ago… wasn't that the year I awakened my Martial Soul? Could the early arrival of the Abyssal Plane—something that wasn't supposed to happen until Douluo 3—be connected to my Donghuang Bell?'
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