Chapter 147: Kill Him
"Xiao Chuan, rip off the eight Blue Silver Grass limbs on the back of the Thousand-Hand Asura. They're external soul bones. If they haven't fully fused with the soul master yet, they can be extracted."
Qian Renchuan's eyes lit up at those words. External soul bone? No wonder those eight Blue Silver Grass limbs were so hard—it turned out to be an external soul bone! That meant he, like his sister, would now have one too!
With a wave of his hand, several Blue Silver Grass vines wrapped around Tang San's limbs, suspending him midair.
Because of the tight restraint, only a third of the Blue Silver Grass leaves on his arms had pierced into his flesh. Tang San screamed in agony once more.
"AHHHHH!!"
Everyone watching—the audience, the host, even the Tianshui team—had forgotten how to breathe. Today, they had witnessed the real Thousand-Hand Asura.
Qian Renchuan waved again. Eight vines latched onto the Eight Spider Lances, and twelve vines pulled at Tang San from every direction—as if they were about to tear him into twelve pieces.
"What is he trying to do?!"
Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming, lacking deep insight, didn't understand what Qian Renchuan was about to do.
Yu Xiaogang's face changed instantly. He suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Stop him—now!"
"XIAO SAN!!"
Tang Hao roared. His eyes turned blood-red, but under Qian Xunji's oppressive aura, he couldn't move a finger. All he could do was watch helplessly as his precious son was about to be de-boned.
"AAAAAHHH—"
A bone-piercing scream. The eight spider legs snapped, and a gush of blood spurted from Tang San's spine. The Eight Spider Lances had been forcefully ripped out.
These soul bones were attached to his spine. Pulling them out was like ripping a vertebra straight from his back. The pain was unimaginable.
The vines holding Tang San dropped him. As he fell, the leaves stabbed deeper into him, drawing even more blood.
Tang San made no sound. The pain from losing the soul bone left him half-dead, foaming at the mouth.
"My sincerest apologies, Tang Hao. My son didn't know his own strength—he injured that child far too severely."
Qian Xunji said the words with a perfectly "sincere" expression. Yet he didn't even rise from his seat. It looked more like mockery than apology.
Tang Hao's hatred and killing intent reached their peak. He hated himself—hated his lack of strength. If he were still in his prime, a peak Clear Sky Douluo, not crippled by Qian Xunji, he would've reached level 95 or even 96 by now. With all nine rings detonated, he could've fought Qian Xunji to the death.
Then his precious son wouldn't have had his spine ripped out.
The Eight Spider Lances, now reduced to fragments, clattered to the arena floor. Only a segment of vertebrae remained, with eight small lumps—held tightly in Qian Renchuan's hand.
"Whoa, whoa… Who the heck is that guy from Tianshui Academy? Isn't he going too far? He dared do that to someone from the Clear Sky Clan? Isn't he afraid of retaliation?"
The Heaven Dou Team could only shake their heads in shock. Qian Renchuan was the true Thousand-Hand Asura. Brutal, straightforward, terrifying. The flurry of Blue Silver Grass blades from earlier still lingered in their minds.
For someone like him, without a powerful background, even resisting seemed pointless. Just look at what happened to Tang San—a nightmare figure to them—when he added in the Shrek Six. Qian Renchuan flattened them all.
Ye Lingling stared at Qian Renchuan. The awe Tang San had instilled in her was completely gone. What he had done to others—someone had now done to him.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering glass. A fiery figure leapt into the arena, surrounded by two yellow, three purple, and one black ring—six in total.
He was a middle-aged man, around thirty, average in looks, with simple black hair and plain clothing. But his eyes were piercing.
"Teacher Qin Ming?!"
The Heaven Dou Team was stunned. Wasn't that their teacher, Qin Ming?
"What's he doing?!"
"I heard him say yesterday he graduated from Shrek. Is he stepping in for them?"
The audience, who had been riding emotional highs and lows, now roared again. Some idolized the Shrek Seven after watching so many matches. Seeing them fall enraged them—but even more, they wanted their bets back.
But when Qin Ming appeared, everyone fell silent.
Six soul rings. That meant Soul Emperor level.
"Who are you?"
Qian Renchuan turned from the Tianshui side and looked at the man. "Who are you?"
"Alumnus of Shrek Academy—Qin Ming!"
Suspicion flickered in Qin Ming's eyes. He thought he'd come in with Dean Flender—so why was he the only one who jumped out?
Regardless, his precious juniors had been brutalized, Tang San's external soul bone ripped away. He had to stand up for them.
If backing down now meant being a coward, so be it. Even if the opponent was the Pope's son—he would retrieve Tang San's soul bone!
Qin Ming raised his hand. "Return Tang San's external soul bone."
"This is the Spirit Arena. Life or death is fate. I won it with strength—why return it?"
"In that case, don't blame me for bullying the younger generation!"
Behind him, his Blazing Flame Wolf martial soul emerged. Despite Qian Renchuan's terrifying power, Qin Ming dared not go easy.
Qian Renchuan's storage soul tool flashed. He stored the Eight Spider Lances. His eyes turned violet-gold. His hands glowed white. His three purple and one black rings lit up with golden-blue light, and hardened Blue Silver Vines surrounded him.
He had just heard his father's command.
"Kill him."
Qian Renchuan didn't hesitate. If his father wanted him dead—he would kill him.
He would not disappoint his father.
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