What just happened?
The Shrek team stood in shock, dumbfounded by the scene in front of them.
Dai Mubai froze, his tiger eyes wide with disbelief as he stared forward. Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong covered their mouths, astonished and unable to believe what they had just seen.
Zhu Zhuqing lightly bit her lip, gazing softly at the man, and a small smile crept onto her face. Normally icy and cold as a mountain peak, her smile now seemed to melt everything around her, bringing an unmatched elegance to her expression.
Dai Mubai's face darkened, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He had never seen Zhu Zhuqing show such an expression before—usually so distant toward him, yet now smiling at another man.
Even Chen Xuan, the one responsible for this, was utterly bewildered. What in the world? He'd just killed a high-level Soul Emperor with a single kick? Was that even possible?
This was a Soul Emperor in the sixties, and Chen Xuan, a mere sixteen-year-old across two major levels, had taken down the black-clad Soul Emperor with one direct strike. It was stunning.
The entire area fell silent; even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.
Soul Douluo Lordiala was also taken aback. As a Soul Douluo himself, he hadn't expected things to turn out like this. How could a young Soul Master take down a Soul Emperor, even if they hadn't used their soul skills?
"This child cannot be allowed to live!" Lordiala's eyes were cold, his killing intent palpable. Someone with this potential was bound to threaten the Spirit Hall if left unchecked.
One Minute Earlier
Chen Xuan had gathered his lightning power, merging it into purple lightning that concentrated at his feet as he dove down.
The black-clad Soul Emperor, with his hands on the ground, launched himself up and kicked at Chen Xuan without using any soul skills—just a straightforward, plain kick.
In the final moment, Chen activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, boosting both his offense and defense without using any special eye techniques.
When their kicks clashed, something strange happened. As the Soul Emperor's foot touched Chen's purple lightning, it was torn apart as if it were made of tofu, his flesh shredded and blood splattering.
"Ah!"
The man screamed, his face twisted in pain as the lightning tore through his flesh, leaving the bones exposed. He knew that if this continued, he would die, so he tried to activate his soul skills to kill the young man before him.
Seeing the black soul ring appear, Chen Xuan became even more determined. Pouring half his soul power into the attack, the lightning at his feet grew fiercer, bursting with uncontrollable energy.
And then, it was over. The Soul Emperor's leg was completely shredded, exposing white bone. In a gruesome twist, Chen Xuan's lightning sliced through his body from the groin to the head, tearing him in half. Blood and internal organs spilled onto the ground, turning the sand foul.
The sight was beyond gory, organs and flesh scattered everywhere.
Although Chen Xuan had seen his fair share of violent battles, he felt queasy and quickly moved away. He couldn't bear to look any longer, or he might lose his appetite for days.
Ma Hongjun, who had just flown back, witnessed the scene and felt his stomach churn, vomiting on the spot.
"Chen, come on, could you show a little mercy? That was brutal!" he complained while vomiting, feeling utterly disturbed.
"How could I know he was that fragile? He couldn't even handle a single kick. I seriously question if he was a real Soul Emperor," Chen Xuan shrugged, looking helpless.
The Shrek team twitched at his words. Really? Even Dai Mubai and Tyrone's faces darkened, wondering if he was mocking them on purpose.
After all, they had just thrown all their soul skills at the black-clad Soul Emperor and still got beaten badly, their heads still buzzing. But Chen Xuan had taken him down with a single kick. His words seemed almost like a slap in their faces.
Ning Rongrong walked over and playfully knocked on Chen Xuan's head, finding his modesty a bit too insincere.
"Killing my lieutenant—you pests, prepare to die."
A cold voice sounded from above, and the black-clad leader descended, landing before the Shrek team.
At the same time, Tang San, having defeated the other Soul Emperor, rejoined his teammates.
The leader released his martial spirit, a golden, radiant bird appearing behind him, with soul rings spreading on the ground: two yellow, two purple, four black—a genuine Soul Douluo.
The Shrek team's faces turned pale, feeling chills run down their spines. They had guessed correctly; he was indeed a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.
Tang San's expression grew serious, feeling a deep despair. Against a Soul Douluo, his hidden weapons were ineffective, leaving him with no options.
"San, maybe we should retreat for now. I have flight sausages," Oscar whispered, his hands holding eight sausages, each capable of granting temporary flight.
Chen Xuan glanced at him but said nothing. Although Oscar had lowered his voice, the Soul Douluo overheard him easily.
"Trying to escape?"
Lordiala sneered, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the sausages in Oscar's hands.
Swoosh!
The air whistled as a golden blade, ten meters long and razor-sharp, slashed horizontally at the Shrek team.
Oscar stood nearby, but Chen Xuan ignored him, instead throwing a kunai, grabbing Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, and dodging first.
In a panic, Tang San kicked Oscar away and used Blue Silver Grass to pull Tyrone upward.
The rest of the team quickly scattered to avoid the incoming attack.
With a loud crash, the rock formations behind them were sliced clean in half, as fragile as tofu under the golden blade.
"Martial Spirit Possession!" The golden bird fused with Lordiala, and his aura skyrocketed.
Behind him, his soul power surged, forming a pair of golden wings, each feather gleaming dangerously, sharp enough to kill.
Oscar's plan was foolish. This was a flying Soul Douluo; the flight granted by his sausages was nowhere near as effective, and splitting up would only allow him to pick them off one by one.
"San, what do we do now?" Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of hopelessness.
Tang San's expression was heavy. His prized hidden weapons were ineffective here, and he had no plan.
High above in the valley, Chen Xuan, along with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, had found a safe spot on a cliff.
"Strange, why hasn't our backup arrived yet?" He was perplexed. By now, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo should have noticed the battle.
"Um, could you let go already?" Ning Rongrong muttered in annoyance.
At that moment, both she and Xiao Wu were still in his arms, one on each side, making it appear as if he was indulging in a moment of bliss.
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