You Fucking Chopped My Yard, Didn't You!

"Mastery?"

Only then did Qian Renxue remember that such a situation existed.

When she was young, her grandfather had once taught her to practice her Spirit Skills more, not only to use them well and diversify them, but also to reach the point where she could use them without relying on Spirit Rings.

It meant turning the Spirit Skills attached to Spirit Rings into something like Self-Created Soul Skills. Of course, this so-called Self-Created Soul Skill could only be performed by someone with the same Martial Soul.

Qian Renxue could not help sizing Mu Zhe up a few more times. She had not thought of that possibility just now because even she herself could not achieve this so-called "mastery."

Yes, with her cultivation as a Soul Emperor, she still did not have a single Spirit Skill that she could release without relying on a Spirit Ring. So she had subconsciously overlooked that possibility and assumed Mu Zhe had done it through some other method.

But things went against expectation—Mu Zhe had, in fact, done it through a clever shortcut.

In the courtyard, the shadows moved extremely fast. With one punch, they blasted away the Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders who had not even had time to release their Spirit Skills. The Soul Ancestor contestants were following behind the lower-level cannon fodder, which gave them a brief moment to react, and they successfully released their Spirit Skills to block.

One of the Soul Ancestors had a fire-attribute avian Martial Soul. His purple Spirit Ring flashed, and in an instant he spat out a line of fire. The temperature was extremely high, as though even the air had been scorched until it twisted faintly.

His name was Fire Man.

The other Soul Ancestor was not willing to fall behind. With Martial Soul Possession, his figure became hunched. A closer look revealed many additional patterns on his body, and a faint "king" character was stamped on his forehead. A tiger-type soul beast Martial Soul was considered a powerful existence even among beast Martial Souls.

His purple Spirit Ring flashed, and his body immediately grew taller and larger. His thick right arm tore viciously at the shadow in front of him.

He was Tiger Cub.

Mu Zhe smiled. These two people's Martial Souls reminded him of certain talents from a certain academy, but compared to those two, these two were the low-spec versions.

He controlled the shadow and made it sink into the void, dodging the sweeping line of fire. In the next instant, it appeared behind Fire Man, carrying the same strength as the main body, and kicked violently between his legs.

Crack!

The intense pain left Fire Man unable even to scream. His throat hitched, and after a few coughs, the flames went out of control and extinguished. His legs clamped tightly together. He clearly heard the sound of something shattering, and it was as though his life flashed before his eyes.

He, Fire Man, had today lost the most important thing a man possessed. He could no longer lay eggs for the sisters of Yihongyuan!

On the other side, Tiger Cub looked at the skinny black shadow before him, the corner of his mouth twisting as he revealed a contemptuous smile. Did it really think that just because it could beat trash fish like Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders, it could beat him, a Soul Ancestor?

It dared to clash head-on with him? He would let it know what a truly powerful physique was!

Yes, the shadow facing off against Tiger Cub on this side had not chosen to dodge, but instead clashed with him head-on.

The shadow clenched its fist, then punched out swiftly. Although there was no sound from bones and muscles rubbing together, Mu Zhe knew that the power contained within was not weak. At the very least, it was not something a mere assault-type Soul Ancestor could withstand.

Boom! The two fists met, and the violent sound echoed all around.

Pain shot through Tiger Cub's arm. He only felt a tremendous force surge over, and in the next moment he flew backward. The blood in his chest churned, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, drawing a brilliant curve through the air. He clearly heard the sound of something breaking, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

He, Tiger Cub, had today lost the asset he had once been proud of. His Kirin Arm was broken!

Seeing this utterly crushing scene, the Soul King flew into a rage and cursed loudly, "Trash! You're all a bunch of trash! Ten people can't even handle one Soul Elder."

Did His Highness raise you all just to eat free meals?

Of course, he only dared curse that latter sentence in his heart, since it would expose information.

The Soul King tightened his grip on the Martial Soul in his hand, an axe covered in ferocious patterns and radiating a wild aura.

His name was Hua Qiang. He had lofty ambitions and a heart full of passion. After advancing to Soul King, he had thought he could make a name for himself and go to the Heaven Dou Empire to receive a noble title. Unexpectedly, the noble titles of the Heaven Dou Empire had long since been saturated, and he had only obtained the lowest noble rank, baron. His monthly income had gone from Spirit Hall's subsidies to a few hundred Gold Soul Coins issued by the empire. To be honest, a few hundred Gold Soul Coins was a little too little for a Soul King, and completely insufficient for his spending.

Until one day, Hua Qiang met Xue Beng causing a scene in the streets. Seeing the way Xue Beng threw money around and acted without restraint, he grew envious.

And so Hua Qiang volunteered himself and successfully became one of Xue Beng's retainers, specializing in helping Xue Beng bully the common people. He liked this kind of life very much. Not only did he gain wealth and glory, he also had great power.

Therefore, he absolutely would not allow this wonderful life to be broken. He had to complete every single task Xue Beng assigned him properly.

Hua Qiang looked at Mu Zhe, who stood in the back leisurely observing the battle, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. In the next moment, his fourth Spirit Ring flashed, and he raised the axe in his hand before chopping down fiercely.

"Molten Hell!"

In an instant, a crack was split open in the ground. Accompanied by a violent explosion, shocking molten lava surged out from within, wave after wave, rapidly spreading toward Mu Zhe's position.

Mu Zhe's powerful Spiritual Power had been observing the battle the entire time, so naturally he would not overlook the Soul King who had been slacking in the back all along. The moment he made his move, Mu Zhe directly entered Void State and dodged to the side.

But after just that brief dodge, when Mu Zhe returned to the outside world and saw that a crack had been split through the courtyard, he was instantly heartbroken. "You're chopping up my courtyard, are you!"

This courtyard was rented by him. Although he was not afraid of the original owner making trouble, at the very least, it looked nicer when it was whole, didn't it?

Outside the courtyard, Qian Renxue was still pondering Mu Zhe's Spirit Skill. She had just come back to herself when she saw that Mu Zhe had already clashed with the strongest opponent, the Soul King, and she hurriedly called to She Long beside her.

"She Long, hurry and make a move, or the battle will be over!"

Qian Renxue was somewhat anxious. If he did not act now, such a genius was going to be beaten to death.

Yes, she did not believe Mu Zhe could cross two major levels and defeat a Soul King. Such a magnificent feat—apart from herself, could anyone else possibly accomplish it?

"Yes, Your Highness."

Beside her, She Long had long since been prepared. He had done this kind of thing plenty of times. After his young master became the crown prince, she had been very fond of recruiting talents. Sometimes, when recruitment failed, she would even deliberately put that person in danger, then have him make a move to save them.

Ahem. Since ancient times, favors alone could not keep people; only routines could win their hearts.

This time, however, there was no need to design anything specially. With that fool Xue Beng helping, they could simply pick up the bargain.

Soul Power surged around She Long. He controlled it to the level of a Soul Emperor, gathering the Soul Power into his hand and condensing it into a Snake Lance. In the next instant, he had already appeared in the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue leaped down from the rooftop and walked calmly toward the main gate of Mu Zhe's courtyard.

At this moment, Xue Beng was happily imagining the scene where his servants beat Mu Zhe down, then opened the door and respectfully welcomed him inside, and finally he stepped on Mu Zhe's face to show off.

Qian Renxue slowly walked up behind Xue Beng without making the slightest sound. She glanced at Xue Beng with eyes that looked at him as if he were trash, then reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Fourth Brother, what are you sneaking around outside someone else's courtyard for?"