Which Major Faction's Prodigy Is Sword Wine From? A Young Lady's Demeanor

The burly man's head rolled across the arena.

The blood-spattered face was still frozen in a vicious expression.

A level thirty-three Battle Soul Master.

Still killed in a single strike.

The air fell deathly silent.

Li Zhixian sheathed the Azure Lotus Sword and turned toward the passage backstage.

His white boots stepped through the bloodstains, making sticky sounds.

Only after his figure disappeared into the shadows of the corridor did a roar erupt from below, nearly blowing off the Soul Fighting Arena's roof.

"Sword Wine! Sword Wine!"

"Sword Wine! Sword Wine!"

Throughout the entire venue.

Every spectator shouted Sword Wine's name in unison.

Some wildly excited fans even tore at their hair as they screamed.

The sight was truly spectacular.

In the second-floor VIP box.

All seven members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team fell silent.

"Two purple spirit rings..."

Dugu Yan's emerald eyes narrowed into slits like those of a provoked venomous snake.

Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "His first spirit ring was already at the thousand-year level. How did Sword Wine manage that? What major faction raised such a prodigy, or is he the disciple of some Titled Douluo?!"

Everyone on Douluo Continent knew this!

Being able to equip spirit rings at their optimal age limit was already considered the peak!

His first and second spirit rings were both thousand-year rings?

It was simply unheard of!

Ye Lingling still looked as lonely as ever.

Yet a strange glimmer quietly flashed through those hollow blue eyes.

Yufeng, who had previously said that Sword Wine was "easy," swallowed with difficulty.

"What a fast, sharp sword strike!"

"How could a Soul Grandmaster be this strong?!"

The Shi Brothers said in muffled voices, "Even if we could withstand that strike, we'd at least be injured."

Their martial souls were Black Tortoises, beast martial souls with top-tier defensive attributes.

At levels thirty-seven and thirty-eight, if they joined forces to form the Black Tortoise Formation, they could withstand attacks from Battle Soul Sect Masters above level forty.

And yet now.

Having witnessed Sword Wine's strike.

The two brothers no longer had confidence in their own defenses.

"Boss..."

Osler looked at Yu Tianheng worriedly. The other five pursed their lips as well, and the atmosphere was unusually grave.

"This Sword Wine is indeed terrifyingly strong."

Yu Tianheng remained composed, his brows calm as he slowly said, "If he reaches level thirty, I definitely won't be his match."

"But he's only in his twenties now, and he's already used both spirit ring skills."

"There is no reason I should lose to him."

In the third-floor VIP box.

The shock on Pufferfish and Snake Lance Douluo's faces gradually faded.

"This boy is destined for greatness!"

"Young Master, your decision to befriend him was the right one!"

Even as Titled Douluo.

They had never seen a genius whose first and second spirit rings were both thousand-year rings.

Even they found it unbelievable.

Xue Qinghe appeared expressionless, but the rise and fall of his chest exposed the turmoil in his heart.

After a long silence, he turned and left the box.

Pufferfish and Snake Lance were about to follow.

The next moment.

"Don't follow me."

Downstairs.

Inside a private contestant's room.

Li Zhixian lounged against a soft chair, leisurely eating fruit.

He was now the Soul Fighting Arena's star contestant.

Naturally, he received the best treatment.

Just then.

Bang bang—!

A sudden knock sounded at the door.

Li Zhixian immediately put down his crossed leg, donned his mask, and put on a cold expression.

How should he put it? He had crafted Sword Wine's identity into that of a cold, aloof swordsman—the kind that looked incredibly impressive.

Once Li Zhixian was ready, he was just about to speak.

But the door had already been pushed open.

His brows immediately furrowed.

Who was so inconsiderate?

He looked up.

Li Zhixian saw Xue Qinghe, dressed in white and waving a fan, walk in.

He said nothing, continuing to play the cold swordsman.

His emotionless eyes stared at Xue Qinghe.

Xue Qinghe stopped and calmly looked at Li Zhixian.

Neither was willing to give way.

They remained locked in a standoff for quite a while.

Then Xue Qinghe suddenly said, "Do you still want tomorrow's Three Immortal Chicken?"

Li Zhixian couldn't keep it up anymore.

The cold swordsman image he had built instantly crumbled.

"Oh, my Crown Prince is here!"

"Sit, sit!"

Hearing the words "my Crown Prince," Xue Qinghe's cheeks stiffened slightly.

He covered his mouth and coughed twice before Li Zhixian ushered him over to sit.

And the moment he sat down.

Xue Qinghe launched into questioning him.

"Li Zhixian, do you even consider me your brother?"

"You're this strong, so why didn't you tell me?"

Perhaps even Xue Qinghe himself hadn't realized...

Just how much his tone sounded like an unreasonable young girl demanding an explanation.

Li Zhixian rolled his eyes. "I told you, not many students at the Royal Academy could beat me."

"You just didn't believe me."

"I..."

Xue Qinghe was momentarily speechless, then continued, "But you also didn't tell me you were participating in Soul Fighting."

"You're the Crown Prince, busy with countless affairs every day. How could I trouble you with such a trivial matter?"

This time, Xue Qinghe had nothing to say.

He pursed his thin lips and ignored Li Zhixian, quietly watching the two soul masters fight on the arena below.

"Hey, are you angry?"

Li Zhixian bumped Xue Qinghe's shoulder with his own.

Xue Qinghe immediately lifted himself from his seat and shifted farther away.

"You really are petty."

Li Zhixian threw an arm around Xue Qinghe's neck. Ignoring how the latter's body stiffened, he said cheerfully, "Who doesn't have a few secrets?"

"Mm. As long as you don't do anything to wrong the other person, it's understandable."

Xue Qinghe turned to look at Li Zhixian's handsome, spirited features and slowly nodded.

"Mm, you're right."

After that topic ended.

Neither of them spoke again.

Li Zhixian still had his arm around Xue Qinghe's neck, occasionally popping a piece of fruit into his mouth.

Xue Qinghe's nose was filled with the boy's faintly bloody yet strangely pleasant scent.

He tried to ask calmly, "Li Zhixian, your opponent later is Yu Tianheng. Are you confident?"

"We'll see when the time comes."

"Yu Tianheng, nineteen years old. His martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. He's a level thirty-nine Battle Spirit Master, with yellow, yellow, and purple spirit rings."

"First Spirit Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw, a single-target attack. Second Spirit Skill, Thunder's Might, a group attack. Third Spirit Skill, Wrath of Thunder, a boosting skill."

Li Zhixian looked at the calm-faced Xue Qinghe in surprise.

"Is this you helping me cheat?"

Xue Qinghe replied as if it were only natural, "Yu Tianheng saw your spirit skills. Now you know his. That's fair."

Li Zhixian smiled. "I probably won't need it, but I appreciate it, brother."

Just then.

The previous Soul Fighting match ended.

It was already nine o'clock.

The host was already standing on the arena, announcing the next match.

Hearing his name called, Li Zhixian stood.

"I'm off. Remember to cheer for me."

"Okay."

Xue Qinghe nodded.

When he saw Li Zhixian about to leave his sight, he finally couldn't help shouting, "Li Zhixian, wait until you come back!"

Without turning around, Li Zhixian waved his hand.

He walked out of the slightly dim corridor.

The spectators' excited cheers filled his ears.

Li Zhixian reached the steps leading up to the arena.

He looked straight ahead.

On the steps across from him.

A young man in fitted blue clothes slowly stepped onto the arena...

Wishing all dear readers a healthy and peaceful Dragon Boat Festival!