Aiven Takes on Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan

But the three had no intention of letting the matter go.

"You little brat, do you know who we are?!"

"You think you can leave whenever you want? Did I say you could go?!"

Yan moved first, throwing a punch straight at Aiven.

In that instant, killing intent flashed through Lu Bu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Jiang Wei.

"You don't need to deal with someone this insignificant."

Looking utterly calm, Aiven swiftly turned and caught Yan's fist with one palm.

Bang!

"What?! He looks like a kid under ten. How could he block my punch?!"

"How is that possible?!" Yan's face changed drastically.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue behind him were equally stunned.

Yan was a level 36 Soul Elder!

Aiven looked so young—he should have been, at most, around level ten or so, right?!

"What makes you think you can fight me? Get lost!!"

While Yan was still reeling in shock, Aiven swung his arm and slapped him clean off his feet.

Smack~

Yan screamed as he was sent flying several meters away.

"What?!"

"Yan!!"

That slap left all three of them dumbfounded.

Who was Yan?

One of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, a genius Soul Master representing the most talented youth of Spirit Hall.

Spirit Hall's greatest genius was practically the greatest genius on the entire continent.

How proud would someone of that caliber be? Yet he had been slapped away by a little brat under ten?

Yan's eyes immediately turned bloodshot, his rage boundless. "I won't let you get away with this!!"

"Martial Soul Possession!"

"Flame Lord!"

In his fury, Yan released his Martial Soul. A massive stone giant formed of rock appeared behind him, radiating a powerful presence. Yellow, yellow, and purple soul rings rose beneath his feet.

Then another powerful punch came hurtling toward Aiven.

"Heh."

"Show him what you can do!"

"Don't use too much strength, Yan. With your cultivation, you might kill the brat if you hit too hard~"

Hu Liena and Xie Yue stood with their arms crossed, sneering confidently. In their eyes, this kid could never withstand a punch from Yan after he had released his Martial Soul.

This was a conflict among juniors. If the elders beside Aiven dared intervene, Ghost Douluo naturally would not stand idly by.

"Take this punch!!!" Yan roared, his fist charging forward wildly.

Just as they thought Aiven would be knocked to the ground by Yan's punch, foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes in convulsions—

Aiven finally released the soul rings of the Emperor Sword. Yellow, purple, purple—the terrifying ring configuration instantly stunned Hu Liena, Yan, and Xie Yue.

"What?!"

"A three-ring Soul Elder!!"

"One yellow, two purple~!!"

"Holy shit!!!"

Bang! Boom boom boom!

Aiven swung his sword, meeting Yan's fist head-on.

The confidence, arrogance, and swagger on Yan's face vanished completely, leaving behind only terrified disbelief.

"Ugh! Aaaah~!"

The next second, Yan screamed as Aiven's sword sent him flying.

"S-So strong..." Hu Liena stared blankly.

"You overestimate yourselves." Aiven glanced at the three of them. "If you want to fight, then all three of you can come at once. One of you alone isn't even enough to fill the gap between my teeth."

Aiven now possessed a ten-thousand-year External Soul Bone and a hundred-thousand-year head soul bone. Even without the Power of the Nation, he could crush any genius of his generation.

"How ridiculous! Let's attack together!"

Hu Liena and Xie Yue each released their Martial Souls as well, one with two rings and the other with three.

"To reach the Soul Elder realm at such a young age, you really are a rare genius. But you want to fight the three of us alone? Impossible!"

"You're finished for provoking us!" Hu Liena said coldly.

Some people naturally developed more slowly than others. He might look under ten, but perhaps he was already just over ten.

They simply did not believe Aiven had reached the Soul Elder realm before the age of ten.

"You talk too much. If you're going to fight, then hurry up." Aiven remained calm and crooked a finger at the three of them.

"You're asking for death!"

Their tempers immediately flared, and the three rushed in to attack him at once.

Yet facing the siege of all three, Aiven was not at a disadvantage in the slightest. The Emperor Sword moved freely in his hand, blocking every punch, kick, and blade.

What a joke. Aiven had spent an entire year receiving combat instruction and special training in rotation from Lu Bu, Zhang Fei, Xiahou Dun, Jiang Wei, and Deng Ai—five fighters with the strength of Titled Douluo.

His close-combat ability was already absurdly powerful.

Close combat? He had no rivals among his peers!

After several intense exchanges, Aiven kicked Yan away.

Xie Yue came at him head-on, slashing down with his Moon Blade Martial Soul.

Clang!

Bang!

Aiven blocked the Moon Blade with the Emperor Sword, their forces pressing against each other.

At that moment—

Hu Liena rushed in swiftly from the side.

"Heh." Aiven's lips curved upward as he forcefully knocked Xie Yue away.

Then, in that instant, he made an exquisite turn and dodged Hu Liena's side attack.

As they passed shoulder to shoulder, Aiven suddenly swung his hand and delivered a heavy slap to Hu Liena's pert, rounded backside.

Smack!

The slap rang out loudly, with a startling bounce to it!

Hu Liena's eyes widened, and her little face instantly flushed crimson.

The pain in her backside made her let out an unbearably embarrassed cry. "Mmh, ahh~!"

Then she fell to the ground.

"Whoa, not bad," Aiven remarked, glancing at his palm.

Hu Liena hurriedly scrambled to her feet, burning with shame and fury. "Y-You little bastard! You actually dared to hit my... my butt!!"

Yan's face twisted in rage as well. He was overwhelmed by jealousy, envy, and hatred. Aiven had touched such an intimate place on the woman he loved. "Damn it!!"

"I haven't even held Nana's hand! You... you actually dared touch Nana's butt!!"

"I'll kill you!!"

Yan charged over like a madman. "First Soul Skill, Hell Lava Surge!"

"You're this worked up already?" Aiven shook his head.

That brief exchange had already shown Aiven their strength. They were indeed quite strong among their peers, but before him, they were still far too weak.

Aiven instantly lost interest.

"Emperor Heavenly Dragon Wings!"

Aiven directly released his External Soul Bone. Golden dragon wings emerged as he took off from the spot, evading Yan's First Soul Skill.

The Emperor Heavenly Dragon Wings carried an innate pressure. Any enemy not more than two rings above Aiven would have their strength weakened by ten percent.

In an instant, terrifying pressure descended.

Aiven looked down calmly at the three below.

"That's... an External Soul Bone!"

"Who exactly is he?"

As the three stared at Aiven in the sky, surrounded by the majestic Emperor's Might, they felt fear toward a Soul Master of their generation for the first time.

"I'll use you to test the power of my Third Soul Skill."

"Third Soul Skill, Emperor Sword Formation!"

"Oh no!!"

"Watch out!!"

The sword formation rose, and golden light gathered countless Emperor Swords in the air.

The next second—

They rained down in a mad barrage.

Bang bang bang!

"Aaaah..."

The three screamed at the same time, all of them knocked flat to the ground by Aiven.

Aiven then landed, sat down on Hu Liena's back, and grabbed her chin. "Little miss, can I leave now?"