Women Would Only Slow His Ascent to Godhood

Xie Yue and Yan were both fighting in earnest now.

Yan used Martial Soul Possession with his Flame Lord, while Xie Yue gripped his Moon Blades. Both charged at Qian Guxing to kill him.

Qian Guxing did not use Wood Release against them. He relied solely on physical techniques, and Shave's extreme speed was far beyond what their eyes could follow.

To the two of them, Qian Guxing seemed to teleport in an instant, appearing in front of Yan the next second.

"Don't even think about it!"

Seeing this, Xie Yue's Moon Blades became streaks of cold light.

"First Soul Skill, Slash!"

Blade Qi coated the Moon Blades as they slashed straight at Qian Guxing, seeking to stop him from attacking Yan.

Qian Guxing neither dodged nor retreated. He raised his leg and kicked swiftly, unleashing a Tempest Kick that collided with Xie Yue's Moon Blades. The tremendous flying slash actually knocked the blades clean out of Xie Yue's hands!

Xie Yue himself was sent flying high, then crashed heavily to the ground, carried by his momentum.

Yan had no one left to help him. Fury nearly burst from his eyes as he used his second Soul Skill, Granite Rock. Rocks covered his entire body, streaked with flowing, fiery-red lines, giving him a rather imposing appearance.

Qian Guxing raised an index finger, a wisp of True Essence coiling around it, and sneered:

"One finger is enough to deal with you."

"Finger Pistol!"

The next moment.

Qian Guxing's index finger pierced Yan's shoulder, and a spray of blood blossomed. Yan's eyes widened. The extreme pain forced him out of Martial Soul Possession, and he stared blankly at his shoulder, his mind empty.

It was real.

He really had been defeated by someone using just one finger.

And the other person was only a six-year-old child!

Yan would later become a member of the Golden Generation. Naturally, he was exceptionally gifted, a genius whom others admired.

But today, Qian Guxing had ruthlessly crushed every shred of his pride!

Lying on the ground, Xie Yue watched the scene with equal disbelief.

There were two of them against one, and they were both Soul Grandmasters five years older than their opponent who had acquired Soul Rings, yet even together, they couldn't defeat a child who hadn't acquired a Soul Ring!

How was that possible?

Xie Yue desperately wanted to say it wasn't true, but that was indeed the result.

At the side, Hu Liena didn't care about Yan's injury at all. She gazed at Qian Guxing, her face full of admiration.

This time, Qian Guxing hadn't used his outrageous Soul Power to crush his opponents with a massive Soul Skill. Instead, he had displayed astonishing physical techniques.

A flying slash unleashed with a kick.

An index finger capable of piercing straight through Yan's defensive Soul Skill.

Once again, Qian Guxing had displayed his extraordinary talent before Hu Liena!

Hu Liena's eyes were practically turning into hearts. She admired strength to her very core, and Qian Guxing, with both his looks and his power, was simply irresistible.

Ling Yuan Douluo watched from the shadows and sighed silently for Yan and Xie Yue. It wasn't that the two lacked talent; they had simply picked the wrong opponent.

Having fought Qian Guxing herself, Ling Yuan Douluo knew very well that he hadn't been serious at all.

Otherwise, if Qian Guxing summoned the Falling Star Heavenly Blade, Yan and Xie Yue would both lose their heads within three seconds!

"What an outrageous Little Monster."

Ling Yuan Douluo marveled inwardly and prepared to show herself. Yan was a Spirit Hall genius, after all; she couldn't just leave him severely injured, with a lasting ailment that would hamper his future.

But then Qian Guxing raised a hand, and several vines wrapped around Yan. A pale green light flickered, and in just a few breaths, the wound on Yan's shoulder was as good as new.

At that moment, the minds of Xie Yue, Yan, Hu Liena, and Ling Yuan Douluo all ground to a halt.

None of them had expected Qian Guxing to possess a healing Soul Skill as well.

Hu Liena was utterly stunned. She had witnessed Qian Guxing's terrifying battlefield control, his immensely powerful physical techniques, and now this astonishing healing.

Control, offense, support—what couldn't Qian Guxing do?

He was practically an all-round Soul Master!

Qian Guxing paid no attention to their shock. He was in a rather good mood. After defeating Xie Yue and Yan, he had already received his reward, raising his comprehension by thirty points at once.

Qian Guxing's comprehension had now broken through to eighty-one points!

Using the limit for an ordinary person, one point, as the benchmark,

Qian Guxing's comprehension could be considered among that of top geniuses!

As for the difficulties he had previously encountered developing the Shadow Clone Technique, ideas were now flooding his mind.

"Are you all right?" Having come to her senses, Hu Liena jogged over to Qian Guxing, her pretty face full of concern.

Qian Guxing froze for a moment, slowly forming a question mark.

All he could say was that love-brain was terrifying.

Yan had been injured for Hu Liena's sake, yet she hadn't even glanced at him. She had run straight over to check on Qian Guxing, who was obviously perfectly fine. Her train of thought was truly something else.

Yan lay on the ground like a clown, touching his healed shoulder. His injury had clearly healed, so why did his heart hurt so much?

He was like the useless husband in an island-country film, forced to watch helplessly as the woman he loved fell into another man's arms.

And the worst part was, the man's talent was so great that Yan couldn't beat him at all!

"All right, explain things to your companions." They were all on Spirit Hall's side in the future, after all, and Qian Guxing didn't want to make relations too strained. He said to Hu Liena:

"Otherwise, those two might bear a grudge against me for no reason."

"Mm-hmm, okay."

Hu Liena now obeyed Qian Guxing's nearly every word. She ran over to help Xie Yue up and gave him a rough account of her contest with Qian Guxing.

On learning that his younger sister hadn't been bullied, Xie Yue and Yan both cooled down and apologized to Qian Guxing with the utmost respect.

For one thing, Qian Guxing's strength and talent had completely won them over.

For another, Qian Guxing was the Pope's disciple. Xie Yue and Yan's actions could be treated as either a minor or a serious offense; taken seriously, their punishment would certainly have been severe.

Now that it had proved to be a misunderstanding, they could make a big issue small. Xie Yue and Yan weren't fools, so they took the opportunity to back down and obediently apologized.

And so the matter was put behind them.

"All right, stop disturbing my cultivation and get out."

Under Hu Liena's deeply reluctant gaze, Qian Guxing chased all three out of the courtyard. He couldn't wait to continue developing the Shadow Clone Technique.

Women would only slow his ascent to godhood!

The incident involving Qian Guxing and Hu Liena's group had taken place in the Pope's Palace, where spies were everywhere, so naturally it couldn't be hidden from Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong read the full account of the battle delivered by her subordinate, and deep surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Hu Liena had been defeated in one move.

Xie Yue had been sent flying with one kick.

And Yan's defensive Soul Skill had been pierced by a single index finger!

If Hu Liena and the other two had fought a Battle Soul King, such results would have been understandable.

But the person who had achieved them was none other than Qian Guxing, who was only six years old and hadn't even acquired a Soul Ring!

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her full chest rising and falling, and couldn't help marveling:

"That disciple of mine is truly extraordinary."

Something occurred to Bibi Dong, and the corners of her lips curled up:

"That old fellow Qian Daoliu must be regretting it so much his guts have turned green by now."

That was indeed the case.

At that moment, Qian Daoliu was in the Angel Hall, reading the intelligence sent by his subordinate and profoundly questioning his life.