Chapter 149: Defeated the Young, Now Comes the Old
BOOM!
The Blazing Wolf Meteor slammed into the Spirit Arena, creating a massive crater. The temperature across the battlefield surged several degrees, and the screams of scorched audience members rang out.
The stands were packed, as always, for a match featuring the undefeated Shrek Seven.
Normally, the front-row seats were reserved for nobility and the wealthy, but this time, they suffered. Many of them were singed black by the intense heat.
This was supposed to be a Soul Elder and Soul Ancestor-level duel. No one expected a Soul Emperor-level fight to erupt. Sitting in the front row came with risks—and they had just learned why.
In the air, Qian Renchuan clutched his chest as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Burn marks covered his body. Even though he had used his Two-Winged Angel Martial Soul to dodge in time, he had still taken damage.
"You… have twin martial souls?" Qin Ming stared in shock at Qian Renchuan's white wings. If they weren't external soul bones, then the only explanation was a second martial soul.
"You're out of moves—my turn."
Qian Renchuan's storage soul tool glowed. Two Zhuge Divine Crossbows appeared in his hands—relics from Tang San, taken during their battle. As a former Tang Sect disciple, he would never leave Tang Sect weapons lying around like garbage.
Bzzz—
Both crossbows let out a metallic hum as they unleashed a volley—thirty-two bolts each, slicing through the air like black streaks.
Qin Ming sensed imminent death. He channeled his last soul power into a barrier before him.
The first wave struck the barrier and shattered into useless metal shards.
Qian Renchuan raised an eyebrow. So he still had enough power for a soul shield. No matter—he'd just fire again.
Click. Reloaded.
Another thirty-two bolts tore through the air.
Thump-thump-thump—
The shield broke. Qin Ming didn't even feel pain. Everything went black—his consciousness faded.
Behind him, a storm of bolts embedded themselves in the arena wall.
Qin Ming's chest burst open in a shower of blood. His torso was riddled with holes. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, bleeding out. A pool of crimson spread beneath him.
"XIAO MING!!"
Flender roared, veins bulging in his eyes. Seven soul rings—two yellow, two purple, three black—lit up beneath him as he prepared to strike.
"Flender, what are you doing?! That's the Pope's son! He's got a Titled Douluo-level guardian!"
Yu Xiaogang yanked on Flender's arm, shouting.
Flender shook him off and stepped forward, eyes blazing. "Xiao Gang, I can't let this humiliation stand. Xiao Ming died for our students. I won't sit back and do nothing!"
"I don't care if he has a Titled Douluo behind him. I'll tear off a piece of his flesh if it costs me my life!"
With that, Flender activated Owl Cat Possession and flew through the hole Qin Ming had made, aiming straight for Qian Renchuan.
"You killed Xiao Ming—then die for him!"
Tang Hao, watching, began to reevaluate Flender.
He had thought Flender cold and ruthless. In twenty years of running Shrek Academy, he had enrolled sixty-two students with at least innate rank 7 soul power—but only fourteen had graduated. Many had died to soul beasts.
When Tang Hao first heard this, he thought Flender saw students as tools—use them, and when they break, toss them.
That's why he only used Shrek as a tool—for training his son.
But now, seeing this, he realized they weren't heartless. Just bad teachers. Flender, at least, was loyal and emotional.
Qian Xunji raised a finger toward Flender. Several finger-sized holes appeared in the glass in front of him.
Flender, who had just launched himself like a god of death, froze midair.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Explosions burst from within his body. He spat a massive mouthful of blood and was thrown back from where he came, smashing through several walls and burying himself in rubble. His fate was uncertain.
Tang Hao's expression froze. To kill a Soul Saint effortlessly, without using a martial soul—that was something even he could do in his prime, but not as casually as Qian Xunji.
It had been nine years since Qian Xunji's trip to the Clear Sky Clan… and he'd only gotten stronger.
The Heaven Dou Royal Team watched in silence. Their beloved teacher, Qin Ming, had just been killed. Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling cried. Yu Tianheng clenched his fists, and the others looked down, fists trembling.
On stage, Qian Renchuan watched Flender—a Soul Saint—get obliterated. He knew instantly: his unbeatable father had acted. And for the first time, he felt pure fatherly love and a sense of safety.
Qian Renchuan turned and walked toward the Tianshui team's entrance.
Shui Bing'er still lay where he had placed her, unconscious. Her internal injuries remained severe. As a Soul Ancestor, even with two healing skills, Qian Renchuan couldn't fully heal her.
Yu Hairou, Xue Wu, Shui Yue'er, Gu Qingbo, and Qiu Ruoshui stood around her. None had moved. Or rather—they were waiting for Qian Renchuan to act.
The five girls looked at him differently now. No more teasing or playfulness. After witnessing his terrifying power—the real Thousand-Hand Asura—they now feared him.
Especially the way he killed so casually.
These girls had seen blood in battles, yes, but this was something else. They weren't ready for it.
Qian Renchuan said nothing. He knelt beside Shui Bing'er, arms slipping beneath her soft thighs and shoulders. He lifted her gently and carried her toward the rest area.
As he walked, his right hand summoned his Blue Silver King and continuously applied healing skills to mend her wounds.
The five girls exchanged glances—then silently followed.
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