Absolute Suppression of the Martial Soul! One Sword Settles All Hearts!

"Hmph! What kind of trouble could a mere minor mutated martial soul possibly stir up?"

The Great Elder snorted disdainfully, yet he could not help glancing at the dark red sword lying on the ground.

The instant his gaze fell upon it, something seemed to strike the depths of his soul, leaving him faintly dizzy.

Perhaps he had not rested well last night.

The Great Elder rubbed his eyes.

Faced with Chi Xiu's provocation, he naturally would not reveal his martial soul. Chi Xiu was merely a junior—how could he, the foremost of Purple Star Sect's five Great Elders, lower himself to compete with a child?

With that thought, a scheme suddenly came to him, and a sinister smile curled across his lips.

"Since the Little Young Master wishes to prove himself, how about this? Chi Lai, reveal your martial soul and spar with the Little Young Master. Stop at the right moment."

"Yes, Great Elder!"

A response came from the crowd behind them, and a boy around ten years old stepped forward.

This boy was Chi Lai. He was twelve years old this year and the Great Elder's direct grandson. With Innate Soul Power at rank seven, he had become one of the most gifted among Purple Star Sect's new generation of disciples.

If Chi Xiu had truly awakened a useless martial soul this time, and the Sect Master still refused to remarry, the Great Elder intended to groom Chi Lai as the Sect Master's successor. Once the two children were compared, public opinion would surely crush the Sect Master and force him to yield.

Chi Xiu narrowed his eyes. How could he not see through the Great Elder's little scheme?

Chi Lai stood a head taller than Chi Xiu, his face brimming with arrogance.

Naturally, he believed he had every right to be arrogant. With Innate Soul Power at rank seven, he was already nearing the Great Soul Master realm at only twelve years old.

That was already the mark of a genius.

"This is inappropriate!"

Suddenly, Sect Master Chi Yuan frowned and called out.

"Uncle, Chi Xiu has only just awakened his martial soul. He has never even practiced swordsmanship—how can he spar with Chi Lai, whose soul power is already rank seventeen? Especially when Chi Lai even possesses a soul skill!"

The Great Elder's expression remained unchanged. Stroking his beard, he smiled. "It's only a spar, stopping at the right moment. Chi Lai, you are not allowed to use soul skills when sparring with the Little Young Master. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Great Elder!"

The grandfather and grandson looked equally repulsive at that moment.

Even the disciples watching nearby felt it was unfair and began whispering among themselves, but after the Great Elder turned and glared at them, none dared speak again.

"It's fine. Just a spar—stop at the right moment."

Chi Xiu turned back and smiled at his father, then stepped forward and drew the Asura God Sword.

Clang!

The blade gleamed with a cold light.

Holding the sword in his hand, he stared coldly at Chi Lai.

This time, I'll make you grandfather and grandson understand exactly what you're worth!

"Little Young Master, if you beg me, I might go a little easier on you."

Chi Lai sneered. Fighting a six-year-old child could not possibly be easier.

He raised his right hand. "Sword, come!"

Nothing happened.

A leaf drifted past his palm. Other than that, there was not even a trace of a sword.

He froze. The crowd watching was equally stunned.

"W-Wait."

Chi Lai nervously glanced back at the Great Elder, then called out again.

"Appear!"

"Sword, come!"

"Purple Star Treasure Sword!"

"By the law, swiftly obey!"

"Martial soul, reveal yourself!"

Every time he shouted a command, he stomped his foot, as though trying to build momentum.

Yet his palm remained completely empty.

The Great Elder behind him was dumbfounded by his grandson's performance, trembling with rage.

Seeing this, Chi Xiu yawned. His expression remained calm and unruffled, as though he had expected it all along.

"Brother Lai, where's your sword? Are we fighting or not?"

"Fight! We're fighting!"

Chi Lai was sweating profusely with anxiety, but no matter what he did, his sword simply would not appear!

What no one could see was that the Asura God Sword was currently radiating a dark crimson glow, like blood flowing through hell.

"Fight?"

Chi Xiu raised a brow and curled his lips. Gripping the Asura God Sword, he took a few strides to Chi Lai and slapped him directly across the face with the sword!

A scream rang out as Chi Lai's body spun three hundred and sixty degrees through the air before rolling to the Great Elder's feet!

Looking at his grandson's slowly swelling face, the Great Elder's eyes widened in disbelief.

Behind them, Chi Yuan gaped in shock, his face full of exhilaration!

Yet he was somewhat puzzled. "Since when did my son become so strong?"

"No, he seemed to have used Soul Power just now, but that wasn't something below level ten could do..."

Chi Xiu smacked his lips.

"I told you long ago to first see whether you could even summon your martial souls! I warned you, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Xiu'er, don't be rude."

Chi Xiu turned back to look at his father, only to discover that the old man, Chi Yuan, could barely suppress the smile on his face.

Father and son exchanged a tacit glance, and Chi Xiu nodded. "Yes, Dad."

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The Great Elder was utterly baffled. "What exactly is going on? Why can't the martial souls be summoned?!"

Hearing this, Chi Xiu turned around and calmly replied with six words.

"Martial soul—absolute suppression."

"Impossible!"

The Great Elder turned around sternly. "All disciples, heed my command! Reveal your martial souls!"

"Yes!"

Countless lights flickered across the scene.

But soon, cries of confusion rose one after another.

The sword soul masters with Soul Power at levels ten or twenty could not summon their martial souls at all. They all stared blankly at their own hands...

"Where's my martial soul?"

"It's gone!"

"Mine too!"

"Hey! My martial soul came out!"

At that moment, a level-thirty Soul Elder suddenly spoke in delight.

Chi Xiu curled his lips upon hearing this. He placed his right palm on the hilt of the Asura Sword, and the dark crimson radiance continued spreading outward.

Then an astonishing sight appeared. That Soul Elder's Purple Star Sword actually softened, as though it had been melted by intense heat.

He was not the only one. Every martial soul that could be summoned displayed the same phenomenon.

This directly rendered their martial souls incapable of battle!

Chi Yuan said, "Unbelievable..."

The Great Elder was so enraged that his heart ached. With deeply furrowed brows, he was just about to summon his own martial soul when he quickly sensed a force of law suppressing him.

This... it even felt faintly as though he might be unable to summon it...

What he could not see was that Chi Xiu had directed all his hostility toward the Great Elder, concentrating all the suppression on him alone!

The Great Elder panted heavily and shot Chi Xiu a surprised glance. After thinking it over, he ultimately did not continue summoning his martial soul. He could only wave his hand and, sweating, pretend to be calm and unconcerned.

At that moment, Chi Yuan quietly came up behind Chi Xiu.

"Xiu'er, hurry and retract that... that suppression ability of yours. Your old man's martial soul has suddenly developed an especially fearful feeling. I'm afraid that if this continues, there'll be lasting side effects. What if everyone's martial souls can't be summoned in the future?"

"Alright."

Chi Xiu nodded and put away the Asura God Sword.

In an instant, sounds of relief came one after another. The martial souls that could not be summoned quickly reappeared, while the softened sword blades swiftly returned to normal.

Only then did they realize that Chi Xiu had just recalled his martial soul...

Now, no one had anything left to say.

"Little Young Master is mighty!"

No one knew who shouted it first, but it was soon followed by a thunderous, unified chant.

"Little Young Master is mighty!"

"Little Young Master is mighty!"

At that moment, Chi Yuan was the most excited. Chi Xiu's astonishing transformation had given him an immense surprise.

He even wildly began to imagine the Purple Star Sect's hopes of competing for a position among the Upper Three Sects... Well, better stop getting ahead of himself.

"Everyone, quiet down. Chi Xiu was originally the sole heir to my position as Sect Master. His extraordinary talent is a blessing to the Purple Star Sect. Do not delay your cultivation because of this."

The Great Elder's face instantly turned ashen. His grandson at his feet still twitched from time to time, foam spilling from his mouth.

"Sect Master!"

At that moment, another aged voice called out. Chi Yuan had been about to leave with Chi Xiu, but he turned back at the call.

It was the Second Elder, one of the few people who supported Chi Xiu succeeding as Sect Master.

"Second Uncle, what is it?"

The half-gray-haired Second Elder stepped forward. He first looked at Chi Xiu excitedly, then spoke to Chi Yuan in a low voice.

"Let the Little Young Master try and see whether he can cut open that Meteorite Stone."

Chi Yuan was somewhat speechless. "How is that possible? He only just awakened his martial soul."

"Even arrogance needs limits! How could such a young child possibly cut open that Meteorite Stone?!"

The Great Elder's indignant voice rang out.

"Dad, what Meteorite Stone?"

Chi Yuan took a deep breath and explained, "Thirty years ago, a meteorite fragment fell onto Douluo Continent and shattered into more than a dozen pieces. Lou Gao of the Blacksmiths' Association in Suotuo City once assessed the meteorite's material as an exceptionally special metal, with hardness rarely seen in the world. Every possible method was used at the time, yet no one could cut it open—not even..."

The Great Elder loudly interrupted.

"Not even Chen Xin, Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, could do anything about it! He even used his strongest soul skill, yet he couldn't leave so much as a mark on the meteorite!"

"Chen Xin?!"

Chi Yuan nodded. "Senior Chen Xin is surely the strongest sword soul master in the world today."

"Our Purple Star Sect may have money, but our capabilities still fall far short of other sects. So your grandfather simply spent money to buy a piece of the meteorite, leaving it for future geniuses to test their skills on. Cutting it open is naturally impossible. It merely gives everyone a hope to pursue ultimate strength."

Chi Xiu nodded and said in his childish voice, "Then I'll go cut it open for fun."

Chi Yuan smiled and rubbed his head. "Don't talk big. Your martial soul is indeed impressive, but you're still far from being able to cut open that stone."

The Great Elder had completely lost his former dignity. Now, he simply threw caution to the wind.

He pointed at the air, his words filled with indignation. "If you can cut that stone open, I'll pick up the stone chips and brew tea with them! Cut it open for fun? If you manage it, Chen Xin and Lou Gao will both come swear brotherhood with you and respectfully call you Big Brother!"