What Happened?

"Hello, Mandala Snakes!"

"I want to beat you to death, or pound you into pulp. Pick one!"

Qin He stood quietly where he was, a thread of Soul Power already beginning to gather in his body.

This thread of Soul Power seemed insignificant, merely one hundred-millionth of all the Soul Power within Qin He's body.

Yet Qin He had once used this thread of Soul Power to blast a deep pit into the Heaven Dou Great Forest, causing a fairly sizable earthquake.

"One thread of Soul Power is a little too much!"

"But I can't control my Soul Power very well either. Being able to draw out one thread to hit someone is already me trying very hard!"

Qin He could not help sighing inwardly.

This is too hard for me!

Why couldn't these two Mandala Snakes be ten-thousand-year soul beasts?

Fighting like this gives me no sense of accomplishment at all!

And these Mandala Snakes are so ugly. They don't even feel good to hit...

Shaking his head and dispelling these unnecessary thoughts, Qin He finally made his move!

This should have been Qin He's first serious move in quite some time. It seemed to be a day of great commemorative significance.

He lightly extended a finger and tapped the void. There were no dazzling visual effects, no overwhelming burst of aura. It was as though he had merely tapped at random.

The next instant, the surrounding space tore apart. Gale winds sliced like blades, and terrifying impact force erupted in an instant!

Qin He did not directly attack the Mandala Snakes. Instead, he pointed at a small patch of space beside them.

That small patch of space seemed to have suffered a nuclear explosion. A mushroom cloud formed from condensed Soul Power rose out of nowhere!

Smack! Smack!

The sweetly fishy scent belonging to the Mandala Snakes had already vanished without a trace from the air.

Where the Mandala Snakes had originally been, their two enormous bodies had already been broken into several pieces.

The two snake corpses were mixed together, making it nearly impossible to tell which was which.

Two faint purple points of light began gathering above the Mandala Snake bodies, one large and one small, not far apart.

The purple rings produced by the Mandala Snakes were extremely distinct, and their glow was much brighter than the rings of the Netherworld Wolves.

Even without touching them, one could clearly sense the immense energy contained within.

"Mm, dead."

Qin He calmly looked at the two snake corpses on the ground and confirmed it once more.

They really were dead!

Flaunt your love, die fast!

Who told you two Mandala Snakes to be so arrogant?

"What happened?"

In the darkness, no one had seen Qin He's movements clearly.

Such violent fluctuations in the air made everyone from Notting Academy involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air!

When they turned back and saw the Mandala Snake corpses torn into several mangled chunks of flesh, along with the ground that seemed to have been swept clean, everyone fell silent!

"Was all of this done by Boss Qin He?"

Xiao Chenyu stared fervently at Qin He, who stood in place with a calm expression.

That slender figure stood before a pile of Mandala Snake corpses. The pressure from the corpses had not yet completely dissipated, making this scene truly shocking.

"Hahaha, it was probably some passing expert who couldn't stand the Mandala Snakes harming people and casually cleaned them up!" a student from Notting Academy guessed.

"What kind of expert would be bored enough to specifically help people kill soul beasts? It must have been an expert secretly protecting Qin He who made the move!" said another student.

"That must be it! Young Master Qin He is a super genius rarely seen once in ten thousand years on the Douluo Continent. Naturally, there would be people secretly protecting him!" A teacher from Notting Academy seemed to settle the matter.

"Where did that expert go? Why did he leave just like that after killing the Mandala Snakes without saying anything?"

Looking at the devastated ground, Headmaster Zhao Chong drew a deep breath as well.

Not long ago, he had thought this old life of his would end here.

Who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, things would undergo such earth-shaking changes?

Those two immensely powerful thousand-year Mandala Snakes had been so casually killed by some expert!

"Young Master Qin He, do you know what level that expert protecting you is? A Soul Douluo, or a Titled Douluo?"

Zhao Chong looked at Qin He expectantly, then immediately laughed at himself.

"Haha, I've lost my mind! How could an expert of that level care about a mere Soul Elder like me! Haha! Haha!"

"Young Master Qin He probably doesn't know who an expert of that level is either!"

As if suddenly enlightened, Headmaster Zhao Chong filled in all the details in the blink of an eye.

That expert had immediately left after killing the Mandala Snakes, remaining detached from worldly affairs and extremely low-key. Clearly, he did not want anyone to know his name!

As for why that expert had left behind no trace whatsoever?

Nonsense, how could mortals fathom the realm of an expert?

Seeing Headmaster Zhao Chong talking to himself, the muscles at the corner of Qin He's mouth could not help twitching.

An expert of that level is standing right in front of you, yet you can't see him at all!

But this is good too. With all of you filling in the blanks, I won't need to explain much.

Soul Hunting Forest.

On a treetop a thousand meters away from Qin He and the group from Notting Academy, a white-robed old man stood there. The breeze stirred his white robe, giving him an extremely imposing air.

On another treetop, a purple-robed old man likewise narrowed his eyes. The faint fluctuations of Soul Power around him were equally oppressive.

The white-robed old man spoke first. "I am Meng Shenji, an eighty-sixth-level Soul Douluo. My spirit is the Black Demon Spirit, and I am from the Heaven Dou Imperial Family."

The purple-robed old man nodded. "Salas, a ninety-first-level Titled Douluo. My spirit is the Beam Spirit, and I am from Spirit Hall."

Both of them tacitly refrained from mentioning why they were standing on treetops in the Soul Hunting Forest in the middle of the night, letting the wind blow over them. Clearly, they each represented their respective factions.

They had come for Qin He!

At present, Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire had not yet reached the point of tearing off all pretense. The two would not fight to the death the moment they met, and they even had the leisure to exchange a few words.

Moreover, their strength had both reached the pinnacle of the continent. It would not be easy to determine a victor!

"You didn't kill those Mandala Snakes just now, did you?"

"You didn't do it either?"

Their standoff did not last long. Very quickly, both men asked the questions they wanted answered.

They exchanged glances. Whether it was the Heaven Dou Imperial Family or Spirit Hall, both sides showed deep shock on their faces!

"A third force secretly intervened to help Qin He?"

"Who exactly is the expert from this third force? They evaded the senses of two Douluo-level experts without leaving the slightest trace!"

"For this faction to casually produce an expert of such a level, it must be no small force. Yet it has remained unknown until now!"

"No, I must hurry back and report this news!"

Their expressions instantly grew grave, and the air seemed to become even more desolate...