First Soul Skill: Drawing Sword Slash

"Pah."

Chrysanthemum Douluo could not help but spit lightly from the side, though deep down, he still felt a trace of admiration.

Yes, admiration for how thick-skinned he was.

Suddenly, Lu Leng felt his clothes tightening around him. Looking down, he realized that his clothes had become too small and were constricting him.

"Absorbing the first soul ring made you grow quite a bit taller as well," Bibi Dong said.

Lu Leng nodded. He was only six now, yet he was already nearly 1.2 meters tall.

"What is your first soul skill?"

"It's called Drawing Sword Slash!" Lu Leng introduced. "This soul skill temporarily grants the Thousand-Ton Power of Zhan Luo. With overwhelming strength, it crushes enemies. At the same time, it has an armor-piercing effect when the blade is drawn, increasing the power of this strike. As my strength improves, both the power it grants and its duration will become greater and longer."

Bibi Dong looked pleased after hearing this. "A formidable skill, enough to let you take on a Cross-level Challenge. How long can it last now?"

"Three seconds!"

"Not bad."

After absorbing his first soul ring, Bibi Dong did not have him absorb a second one for the time being. Instead, she told him to familiarize himself with it first.

Back in his room, Lu Leng finally had time to relax. As he recalled everything that had happened, it still felt somewhat unreal.

Meanwhile, not far away next door.

"Nana, why have you been so unhappy lately?" Yan asked Hu Liena with concern, holding several gifts in his hands.

"What business is it of yours?" Hu Liena said sulkily.

Ever since her teacher had brought Lu Leng back two months ago, she had shown Hu Liena much less concern. Her teacher seemed to care greatly about Lu Leng and visited him almost every day, leaving a bitter taste in her heart. She saw it all and remembered it all, yet she could not say any of it aloud.

After all, she knew that Lu Leng was a genius with level twenty-one Innate Soul Power.

"Is it that guy Lu Leng?" Yan was not stupid. The biggest change in recent days had been Lu Leng's arrival.

"What do you think?" Hu Liena rolled her eyes at him and replied irritably.

Hu Liena was already exceptionally beautiful, and because of her martial soul, every movement she made was immensely alluring. Yan already liked Hu Liena, and seeing her look so vulnerable now made his heart race wildly.

Especially that aggrieved glance just now—it sent his heartbeat soaring to its limit.

"So it really is him! I'll go vent your anger for you!"

In Yan's heart, Hu Liena was the most important person. No matter who it was, no one could bully her—not even His Holiness the Pope's disciple.

Thus, filled with rage, Yan headed toward Lu Leng's room.

Hu Liena froze for a moment and was about to stop him, but after thinking it over, she held herself back.

Hmph, giving him a little lesson would be good too.

Whenever Hu Liena recalled Lu Leng's arrogant manner these past days, anger rose in her heart.

Lu Leng's room was not far from Hu Liena's. Within a few breaths, Yan arrived at Lu Leng's courtyard.

"Lu Leng, get your ass out here!"

"Who the hell is making noise instead of sleeping in the middle of the night?" Lu Leng had been washing his face when he suddenly heard someone shouting. He immediately walked out with a displeased expression.

He then saw a young man standing in the courtyard, seething with anger.

"Who are you? Are you sick or something?"

"You're Lu Leng?" Yan said coldly.

"That's me. Who are you, and what do you want?"

"My name is Yan. I came specifically to beat you up for bullying my Nana!"

"Pah, shameless. What do you mean, your Nana? You simp—does she even like you?"

"You! If Nana doesn't like me, does she like a little brat who still reeks of milk like you?"

"Let me give you some advice: simps end up with nothing. You'd better give up sooner rather than later," Lu Leng advised kindly.

"Cut the crap! I'm beating you up today!" Although Yan did not know what a simp meant, he knew Lu Leng was insulting him. He stopped wasting words and attacked directly.

Hu Liena, who was secretly watching from behind the door, initially wanted to stop him. But thinking that Yan was only going to teach Lu Leng a small lesson and that nothing major would likely happen, she decided to wait. After all, he was venting her anger for her.

Seeing Yan attack without a word, Lu Leng wore an expression of utter disbelief.

Hu Liena really was a femme fatale. This simp Yan was like he had been brainwashed.

Still, the timing could not be better. He had just absorbed a soul ring today, so he might as well use Yan to test his strength.

Holding the Zhan Luo Blade in his hand, Lu Leng looked at him coldly and proudly.

On Yan's side, the enormous figure of the Flame Lord martial soul appeared behind him. With a roar, scorching heat surged forward, and intense flames dyed the surroundings a blazing red. His body changed at the same time, his entire body turning into fiery rock.

It was like armor covered in stone.

At the same time, two yellow soul rings floated up and down around him.

Yan was not yet twelve, slightly younger than Hu Liena. His martial soul was the Flame Lord, and his Soul Power was level twenty-eight.

"Brat, why haven't you released your martial soul yet?" Yan roared when he saw Lu Leng remain unmoved.

Lu Leng raised the Zhan Luo in his hand. "This is my martial soul."

Yan's pupils contracted. "You're fucking with me!"

Yan was truly enraged. Even if that broken blade was Lu Leng's martial soul, Lu Leng had not even revealed his soul ring. Was he looking down on him?

He really did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Today, Yan would beat him until he was crawling around looking for his teeth! He leaped into the air and slammed a fist toward Lu Leng. The wind from his punch howled, tearing through the air.

"Granite Rock!"

In midair, Yan activated his Second Soul Skill. His hands instantly enlarged, becoming even larger than his body. Like burning boulders of molten lava, they crashed toward Lu Leng amid surging waves of heat.

With the Zhan Luo in hand, Lu Leng's temperament abruptly changed. His expression became cold and stern, completely unlike his appearance from moments before.

Yan's fist arrived in an instant, yet Lu Leng remained motionless, as though he had been frightened stiff.

Hmph, His Holiness the Pope's disciple was nothing special after all. Disdain appeared in Yan's eyes.

But at that moment, Lu Leng suddenly moved. He sharply raised his head, icy light flashing in his eyes as an incomparably frigid aura erupted. At the same time, a purple soul ring lit up around Lu Leng.

When Yan saw the purple soul ring around Lu Leng, his heart violently trembled, and intense fear suddenly swept over him.

That soul ring was dazzlingly purple—so purple it made his heart shudder, so purple it stiffened his body and blanked his mind! He forgot the movement of his hand. All he saw was Lu Leng's long blade leaving its sheath in a flash of steel. Before he could see it clearly, Lu Leng's blade had already returned to its sheath.

"Drawing Sword Slash!"

Lu Leng's voice drifted softly by his ear. A burst of Thousand-Ton Power slammed into Yan's chest, as though he had been struck by a mountain. His organs compressed, leaving him stifled and suffocated. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut.