Beating Up Qian Jixun ①

In Sunset Forest, powerful Soul Power erupted in an instant, carrying an angel's pressure with it and forcing the surrounding spirit beasts to flee in panic, not daring to linger.

An exceptionally dense aura of Soul Power radiated from Qian Jixun.

Qian Jixun's face darkened as he barked, "What did you say? Do you know who you're talking to?"

"I'm going to beat you up."

Seeing seven spirit rings appear around Qian Jixun, Su Mutian figured he had come to hunt his eighth spirit ring.

But Su Mutian still said, "I'm going to beat you up and teach you how to be a decent person."

If Qian Daoliu had been here with him, Su Mutian might have let Qian Jixun off for the moment out of caution, then found some hidden opportunity to beat him.

But the ones who had come were two ordinary Titled Douluo from Spirit Hall, so they could not blame him for being impolite.

Heh heh heh heh~

"How dare you!"

Qian Jixun shouted with authority, and the two hall elders looked at each other.

Their expressions changed drastically all at once. Only then did the two Spirit Hall elders realize that this unknown boy of unknown face before them had not been drawn here by Spirit Hall's name, much less come to pledge allegiance.

The two Spirit Hall elders lightly stopped Qian Jixun and said to Su Mutian, "Young friend, what grudge do you have with Ji'er? Or do you have a grudge with our Spirit Hall? We won't acknowledge debts that are unclear."

They had not expected to be stopped for no reason at all.

"Do you need a reason to hit someone?"

Five sword arrows appeared behind Su Mutian's back, each a different color: white, yellow, purple, black, and red.

"A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring!"

"It's actually a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring!"

"A hundred thousand years..."

Qian Jixun and the two Spirit Hall elders were incomparably moved.

Leaving aside the fact that his fourth spirit ring was a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, his fifth spirit ring was actually a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring!

Yet his first spirit ring was a Ten Year Spirit Ring. Such a huge gap from front to back was truly beyond comprehension!

And people who could possess a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, even across the entire Douluo Continent, could be counted on one hand!

"A sword martial soul. Could he be a descendant of that person from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"No, these five swords have five colors, and the aura of Soul Power each emits is different. They're completely unlike the Seven Kill Sword. It's truly hard to fathom..."

"Still, since he has provoked Ji'er, let Ji'er probe him properly and see what his background is. To think there's a sect on the continent capable of supporting a disciple whose fifth spirit ring is a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring."

The hall elder said this with melancholy.

After all, Qian Jixun now had the strength of a seven-ring Spirit Saint, while the other party had only just reached the Spirit King level.

His martial soul might be extremely strange, but he was still far from being Qian Jixun's match.

Just as the two Spirit Hall elders were calmly shooting their mouths off.

Qian Jixun was furious.

He was enraged by Su Mutian's terrifying confidence and suicidal tempo.

"You attack first, lest word spread in the future and people say I bullied the weak."

Su Mutian had originally wanted to say bullied the young, but saying that felt a little insufficiently cautious, because wouldn't that be admitting he was older than him?

That would put him among the ranks of seniors.

That would not be steady.

He was so polite.

This was martial virtue, yielding out of courtesy.

"Impudent!"

Qian Jixun's face turned blue with rage. "Die!"

"Sixth Spirit Skill: Angel Holy Sword!"

Qian Jixun raised his palm to the sky, condensing a massive golden sword that swept through the firmament and cleaved rapidly toward Su Mutian's head.

This sword was with all his strength!

Anyone who dared humiliate Spirit Hall's holy son had to be killed without mercy!

In the forest, a dazzling field of starlight rippled out.

He was only just over twenty, yet he had already reached the full completion of Spirit Saint. He was only one spirit skill away from stepping into the realm of Spirit Titled Douluo.

His talent was extremely outstanding. Though he still fell short compared to Tang Chen, if he did not die, he had a very high chance of becoming a Peerless Douluo in the future.

"So strong!"

Su Mutian was startled inwardly. Back then, when the Sea Charm Tribe Saintess fought him, it had been because the Soul Power of his Divine Sword Martial Soul alone had not been enough to injure her in the slightest.

Now, one strike from the quasi-Spirit Titled Douluo Qian Jixun actually made him feel a trace of threat.

Truly terrifying.

"If I hadn't evolved the latter three swords, I really wouldn't have wanted to lane against you. But unfortunately..."

Su Mutian calmly spat out five words. "Killing Realm: Asura Sword."

Fourth Spirit Skill—Killing Realm: Asura Sword!

The Colorless Divine Sword behind him spun madly, and a seven-foot longsword as black as night, yet carrying a horrifying killing intent, tore through the sky.

It collided with Qian Jixun's holy sword.

Light and slaughter clashed. In moments, the holy sword was pierced through, and the killing sword flashed past Qian Jixun's side, its sharp sword energy tearing across Qian Jixun's cheek and leaving a streak of blood and several severed strands of hair...

"Hah..."

Qian Jixun's eyes were filled with shock. Killing... such intense killing intent.

It was like being inside a blood fiend fed by the bodies of countless people, making one's heart tremble incomparably!

However...

Qian Jixun looked at Su Mutian, who was enveloped by the remnants of the holy sword, and finally calmed down.

Although the other party had broken open his spirit skill, he was still only a mere Spirit King.

"I was careless..."

Su Mutian looked at the holy swords crashing toward him one after another and felt a little dumbfounded.

In moments, the surroundings were smashed into a field of ruins.

Just as Qian Jixun was looking with satisfaction at Su Mutian, who had been obliterated, and was preparing to release another sword to finish him off.

"Chaos Divine Sword, Third Spirit Skill: Purple Realm: Emperor Sword!"

Rumble~

Su Mutian made a cautious move.

He used the sword of a conqueror's aura. Like an emperor descending in majesty, this sword alone was even larger than Qian Jixun's holy sword.

"Sword, come!"

Su Mutian's fingertip danced, sending the Emperor Sword sweeping out, and it instantly shattered Qian Jixun's Angel Holy Sword.

Even more terrifying was that there was a kind of royal flame that made people unable to stop themselves from submitting, leaving Qian Jixun without even the thought of moving.

This person had actually endured the full-force strike of his Spirit Saint body head-on, yet had not suffered the slightest damage. Even his mask was smooth and spotless. It was clear he had not even broken through his defense.

What a joke. Ever since the Sea Charm Tribe Saintess had broken his defense and triggered the looks incident,

he had begun cultivating the mysteries of his clone and discovered that this martial soul was not entirely useless either. Aside from not having any heaven-defying spirit skills, if he used it as an ultra-high human defense martial soul, even if he took hits head-on without preparation, spirit masters below Super Douluo basically could not inflict fatal injuries on him.

As the Emperor Divine Sword annihilated Qian Jixun within purple light, wind rose beneath Su Mutian's feet. He followed right after it and drove a fist into Qian Jixun's face...

Though it looked like an ordinary punch, it condensed the peerless strength of Su Mutian's clone.

Qian Jixun's whole body radiated golden Soul Power, streaking through the air like several brilliant fireworks.

"Fireworks!"

Qian Jixun's muffled groans and pained cries came from the air:

"Ugh... Angel True Body! Pfft... bold madman, if you've got guts, fight me fairly!"

"Trash! You actually dare disrespect Spirit Hall's holy son! I'll kill... oh~"

"Big brother, I was wrong. Stop hitting me, stop hitting me..."

"Please, stop..."

Qian Jixun's body was smashed to the ground by Su Mutian's airborne punch.

His originally handsome face was swollen red and burning hot, looking completely like a pig's head. His body trembled as he looked at Su Mutian with fear in his heart. He could only crawl behind the two Spirit Hall elders and plead for help in grievance:

"Elders, save me!"

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