Douluo Seven Heroes?

Chen Xilin cultivated for several months, and his soul power successfully broke through to Level 50. Then, one day...

Chen Xilin sensed a familiar aura, along with six unfamiliar ones drawing near.

Suddenly, Chen Xilin felt a chill down his back and immediately struck with Dark Dragon Claws.

"Heh, kid, your reaction's pretty quick." A flippant voice rang out as its owner dodged the Dark Dragon Claws.

"Hmph!" Chen Xilin snorted coldly. His body swung with the momentum of his earlier claw strike, and he kicked the flippant man.

The kick sent him stumbling back several steps.

"Not bad, kid!" The flippant man suffered a loss due to his carelessness and was promptly mocked by the others.

"Seventh, can you even do this? You got knocked back by a little kid?" The Brown-haired Strongman stood with his arms crossed and laughed, his words full of ridicule.

"Qingyu, you're a Level 74 Spirit Sage, yet you got kicked by a Level 49 little fellow." The White-haired Old Man at the head of the group, Zhu Qingyan, stroked his beard and smiled.

The flippant man named Feng Qingyu had been kicked once and then relentlessly mocked, until his face flushed red with anger.

"Brat, again!"

Feng Qingyu flew into a rage and used Martial Soul Possession. A pair of green wings sprouted from his back.

He turned into a streak of Green Light and charged at Chen Xilin. Chen Xilin closed his eyes and relied on his body's instincts to evade. Feng Qingyu was too fast for his eyes to keep up with.

Boom!

Chen Xilin was sent flying. His body failed to react in time, and he shot away like a cannonball.

"This..." Feng Qingyu froze. He had not used much force at all.

"Seventh, what are you doing?!" Long Fei was furious. Why had this kid struck so heavily?

"Yeah, he's just a child. Why did you hit him so hard?" Xiong Zhan, the Brown-haired Strongman from before, said.

"I..." Feng Qingyu did not know what to say. Heaven knew he really had not used much strength.

"Little Seventh, you were in the wrong," Zhu Qingyan said calmly.

Just as everyone was criticizing Feng Qingyu, a pitch-black circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

"Not good! Seventh, defend yourself! This is Xiao Lin's Fourth Spirit Skill, and it's extremely powerful!" Long Fei recognized the Black Circle at once.

"Alright, Fifth Spirit Skill, Swift Wind Bodyguard!"

The green protective barrier around Feng Qingyu had only just formed when countless Dark Energy Masses appeared around him. They emerged from the dark circle on the ground, churning frantically before transforming in the blink of an eye into black Ferocious Dragon Heads.

The next moment, countless ferocious dragons opened their massive jaws and tore at Feng Qingyu. Terrifying dark power continuously eroded the green barrier he had deployed.

"Xiao Lin, they're not enemies. Dispel your spirit skill!" Long Fei shouted.

The Black Circle and black dragon heads instantly vanished, leaving only Feng Qingyu standing dazed within his barrier.

"Hm?" Feng Qingyu saw that cracks had appeared in his barrier, and there were even traces of Dark Corrosion on it.

If the spirit skill had lasted long enough, it might have broken through his defense. Cold sweat streamed down Feng Qingyu's back.

Not long afterward, Chen Xilin walked over from the distance with his hands in his pockets, gazing indifferently at Feng Qingyu.

Chen Xilin glanced at Feng Qingyu, who had attacked him earlier, then looked toward Long Fei. His expression immediately brightened, like clouds giving way to sunshine.

"Uncle Fei!"

In name, Long Fei and Chen Xilin were master and disciple, but in truth, they were elder and junior, family to each other. Thus, Chen Xilin usually called him Uncle Fei or Teacher.

Either way, it was merely a form of address, and Long Fei did not care much about it.

"Mm, it seems you haven't neglected your cultivation. Very good. You've already reached Level 50 and will soon advance to Spirit King.

"But before that, let me introduce you. These are brothers who have fought alongside me through life and death. This is my Big Brother, Zhu Qingyan, a Level 79 control-system Battle Spirit Sage!"

Long Fei pointed to the old man with white hair and beard. The old man had a ruddy complexion and looked like an elderly scholar. Who would have thought he was a Spirit Sage approaching the Spirit Douluo rank?

Zhu Qingyan looked at Chen Xilin kindly. This was his grandnephew. When his niece had met with misfortune, he had not been there. Now that the sole heir of his elder brother's line remained, he had to protect him well.

"This is my Second Brother, Bai Yi, a Level 82 agility-attack-system Battle Spirit Douluo. His martial soul is the Golden Eagle. You can call him Second Uncle."

This Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo had golden hair streaked with white at his temples, while the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes showed that he was no longer young.

Most strikingly, like all eagle-type Spirit Masters, this Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo had a hooked nose and golden eyes.

This Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo was like a stern, majestic eagle.

"This is my Third Brother, Quan Tianting, a Level 79 assault-system Battle Spirit Sage. His martial soul is the Purple Lightning Lion. You can call him Third Uncle."

This Purple Lightning Lion Spirit Saint had dark purple hair, a burly and muscular frame, and a remarkably gentle face. He greeted Chen Xilin warmly.

"This is my Fourth Brother, Xia Yilong, a Level 78 defense-system Battle Spirit Sage. His martial soul is the Mysterious Tortoise. You can call him Fourth Uncle."

Xia Yilong looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, somewhat younger than Long Fei. He was fairly handsome, with his hair combed to a glossy shine. Dressed in white robes, he wore the most luxurious clothes among the seven.

"This is Xiong Zhan, my Fifth Brother, a Level 77 assault-system Battle Spirit Sage. His martial soul is the Earth Brown Bear. Call him Fifth Uncle."

This Xiong Zhan was the one who had relentlessly mocked Feng Qingyu earlier. He stood over two meters tall, with broad shoulders and well-developed muscles, as solid as a city wall.

"The last one is the fellow who ambushed you just now and got countered instead—my Seventh Brother, Feng Qingyu. Just call him Seventh Uncle. He's a Level 74 agility-attack-system Battle Spirit Sage, and his martial soul is the Gale Falcon."

Feng Qingyu could be said to be the youngest of the seven. Though he was nearly forty, he looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

Feng Qingyu looked somewhat lean. He had a pair of bright blue eyes, sky-blue bangs, sword-like brows, starry eyes, handsome features, and a high nose bridge. He gave off an exceptionally carefree air.

His long hair draped behind his back. Whenever the wind blew, one could faintly see that his dark green hair reached all the way to his waist.

It could be said that Feng Qingyu was the most handsome of the seven.

"Greetings, uncles!" Chen Xilin bowed to them.

"Heh, kid, you're really something. Are you really only twelve? Why are you as strong as a monster?" Feng Qingyu said with a smile. He slung an arm around Chen Xilin's shoulders while grabbing his arm with the other hand.

"Wow! You really do have the bone age of a twelve-year-old. Impressive, impressive. Is this Innate Full Soul Power? But shouldn't it be this outrageous, right? Now I know why Sixth Brother hid you.

"With talent like yours, if those old geezers can't control you, they'll definitely want to get rid of you! Hehe, stick with your Seventh Uncle from now on. Seventh Uncle guarantees your safety!"

"Thank you, Seventh Uncle." Chen Xilin responded with a smile as well. Seventh Uncle really has a young mindset. He seems like the kind who'd be happy for ages if someone just humored him a little.

Seven people, seven Calabash Brothers? Ah, no, wrong one. Douluo Seven Heroes? That actually sounds promising. Two Spirit Douluos and five Spirit Sages... tsk, tsk, terrifying.