Luo Guixing's Defeat, War God Hall's Ties, Deputy Tower Master Leng Takes Action (Please Follow)

"Feng Zaixing, even if we can't make a deal, we should part on good terms. There's no need to attack us just because we aren't cooperating."

Beneath the great banyan tree, Luo Guixing lay limp, staring in terror at Feng Zaixing, who looked like a swordsman in green robes. His lips trembled, and his teeth chattered.

"Taking care of you was just a convenient matter. Weren't you worried about being eliminated? Now you can rest easy."

A sword cry rang through the air. With a flick of his wrist, Feng Zaixing sent Qian Zhuangzhi flying, then dusted off his hands and smiled at him. "Earlier, you mocked me for being arrogant. Now I'll tell you this: your ranking dropped because of me. Are you convinced?"

Qian Zhuangzhi's pupils trembled violently. He glanced at the Black Dragon Shield, shattered into several pieces like broken porcelain, and said weakly, "Damn it. I'll remember you."

"Remembering me is useless. I now think that list lowers the standards for no reason, so I'd rather not leave my name on it. Congratulations—when you get out, you'll find that your ranking hasn't changed."

Feng Zaixing's face was like a calm lake as he spoke with a smile, exuding an unhurried calm.

Xu Yucheng swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. Killing someone wasn't enough—he had to crush their spirit too. Terrifying.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Qian Zhuangzhi coughed up two mouthfuls of blood in fury. His body turned illusory and drifted away with the wind.

Glancing back at Na'er and Xu Yucheng, who had each dealt with their opponents, Feng Zaixing said, "Senior Xu, I'll leave this little Luo to you," before vanishing into the distance.

From beginning to end, he had never seriously looked at Luo Guixing even once. There was no need.

Luo Guixing's face was filled with despair and dejection. He watched Feng Zaixing and Na'er's chatting backs gradually disappear as his vision was swallowed by the abyss-deep edge of the Death Scythe.

"I don't even have the qualifications to make you look at me directly. I really am useless... and ridiculous..."

Xu Yucheng's blade fell. Luo Guixing's vision went dark, and the thoughts in his mind vanished completely. So too did the pride he had held as a self-proclaimed genius.

The most sorrowful humiliation in the world was not being trampled underfoot and mocked, but never entering another's eyes from beginning to end—being no different from air.

"What are you babbling about? Just accept the Reaper's judgment."

Xu Yucheng curled his lip, deeply admiring Luo Guixing's courage.

He had no ability, yet still dared to provoke them. This kid was just as brave as those Evil Soul Masters he had beaten to death!

The scene of Feng Zaixing shattering the Black Dragon Shield with his sword and Xu Yucheng cleaving Luo Guixing with his blade was witnessed not only by experts such as Leng Yaozhu and Han Tianyi, but also broadcast to the other floors of the Spirit Pagoda in Ming Capital.

On the one hundred and eighth floor, Ice Moon Douluo Tang Liyue, the Tenth War God of the War God Hall, and Divine Sword Douluo Su Mengjun, the Thirteenth War God, both changed expression.

"Mengjun, is he Junior Sister Le Yun's child, little Feng? He actually has such ability."

Tang Liyue spoke softly, recognizing Feng Zaixing's identity.

Su Mengjun's pretty face was full of gravity as she agreed. "Yes. He's so skilled in battle at such a young age. Neither Tianwu nor I was his match when we were his age."

"You don't practice the sword, so you can't tell. His attacks already carry the outline of Sword Intent."

Tang Liyue was shocked. "That can't be possible, can it? How old is he? Wasn't your husband already sixteen when he comprehended Sword Intent?"

"That's right. But if I still couldn't spot the clues after watching this long, I wouldn't deserve my title."

Su Mengjun gave a bitter smile. "When he draws his sword, his spirit is condensed. His sword techniques are bold and open, and he already possesses the aura of a king. I fear that within ten years, even the Sword Soul realm won't be able to contain him."

"Sword Soul... the two of you are only at that realm as well."

Tang Liyue was momentarily speechless. Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu's cultivation had reached Level 98, but his swordsmanship realm had always been stuck at the Sword Soul level, unable to advance further.

The three Hall Masters had once assessed that if he entered the Sword God realm within fifty years, he might yet reach his ultimate potential in this life. Otherwise, he would be barred from it forever.

Su Mengjun's Sword Soul had only just taken shape. In this life, she had no hope of reaching the Sword God realm.

Su Mengjun sighed. Watching the two great prodigies massacre the battlefield, she said with emotion, "I thought Yu Xin had few rivals among her generation. I never expected someone even more dazzling than her."

"It isn't just little Feng. Na'er's Spear Martial Soul is of exceptionally high quality, seemingly no weaker than Deputy Hall Master Guan's Sky-Crossing Divine Spear. And if little Xu's Dark Demon Scythe did not suffer backlash, he would also be a first-rate genius."

"This is a good thing. Our War God Hall has the advantage of proximity. But nothing will happen if they run into each other, right?" Tang Liyue asked worriedly.

"It won't."

Su Mengjun shook her head. "Yu Xin's One-Word Battle Armor is more than half complete. Little Feng can't hurt her. And there's no need to worry about Yu Xin hurting little Feng either, because Junior Sister Le Yun once saved Yu Xin. The two once called each other sister and brother."

"That's good, then. But why haven't they kept in touch these past few years?"

"Isn't it all because of the Abyss?" Su Mengjun's expression darkened as she let out a long sigh. "When something happened to Junior Sister Le Yun back then, Deputy Hall Master Yu took Yu Xin to Heaven Dou City to see little Feng. But he was so ill at the time that he was unconscious. Deputy Hall Master Yu felt too ashamed to face him, so she left behind some resources and departed."

"It's been three years. Little Feng must have cultivated tirelessly day and night. Yu Xin even invited him to her birthday banquet, but he never came."

Tears glimmered in Tang Liyue's eyes as she sighed deeply. "Those damned Abyssal Creatures. Over the past six thousand years, how many heroes have they killed? How many families have they torn apart..."

Su Mengjun sighed as well and murmured, "Believe in the future. One day, we will surely wipe them out completely..."

The two female War Gods looked at each other and sighed, speaking words of mutual encouragement and voicing their deepest hopes.

"By the way, Na'er's Martial Soul is outstanding. Should we inform Deputy Hall Master Guan? He has never had a successor. Perhaps she would be a very suitable candidate."

"She truly is quite promising."

Su Mengjun took out the War God Hall's internal Soul Tool Communicator and notified the two experts in succession.

"Using a Spirit Forging weapon to defeat a Three Rings Soul Elder, he is practically invincible below Four Rings. Notify headquarters and accelerate the contraction of the Spirit Ascension Platform's space."

At the Spirit Pagoda in Star Luo City, Leng Yaozhu brushed her jade-like fingers over her crimson lips, her bright eyes brimming with anticipation.

Xu Shengqun was stunned when he heard this. "Deputy Tower Master, accelerating the spatial contraction will increase the intensity of battle. There are quite a few geniuses in the Spirit Ascension Platform."

"If we don't contract the space, those geniuses will sooner or later be defeated anyway."

Leng Yaozhu gave him a strange look. "I'm giving them the chance to join forces and win."

Xu Shengqun immediately understood. "That's true. If Feng Zaixing doesn't run into Yu Xin, none of these people will be his opponent."

Yu Xin's Divine Brush Martial Soul allowed her to form an army alone. Feng Zaixing could strike targets a hundred paces away with his bow, and in close combat, his sword was frost-cold. Both were God of Slaughter-level existences.

Yang Feng said softly, "Your Excellency, isn't Wang Wen, ninth on the Genius List, also in the Spirit Ascension Platform? I think he has a chance."

Xu Shengqun turned to look, his gaze narrowing slightly. "At most a thirty percent chance. He specializes in mecha, which happens to be restrained by Feng Zaixing's Extreme Fire, and his Martial Soul is also a notch weaker."

Yang Feng nodded and said quietly, "I heard that his Family is mysterious and also connected to the military. I wonder whether they know each other."

Leng Yaozhu watched Yu Xin fiercely battling a Holy Angel Soul Elder on the screen, while Feng Zaixing fought head-on with a White Tiger Soul Elder in a contest of strength. She smiled. "No matter what, the Primal Body Lineage's return to the continent truly is extraordinary."

"The White Tiger and Hell Spirit Cat families have ancient inheritances, but they are somewhat unable to keep up with the times."

Her gaze fell upon the Two Rings female Hell Spirit Cat Soul Master behind the White Tiger Soul Elder. A flash of interest appeared in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. There was something special about this girl, but she was still far inferior to Feng Zaixing.

"That little fellow dared to use Pluto Douluo as an alias. He truly is bold because he has the skill. Perhaps in a few decades, you will become another Limit Douluo..."

At that thought, Leng Yaozhu turned and gave Xu Shengqun an encouraging smile. "I'm very satisfied with the branch's situation. Keep up the good work. I'll head to Ming Capital first."

"Thank you for your approval, Deputy Tower Master. May your journey fulfill your wishes."

"I hope so."

Leng Yaozhu waved her jade hand. A Black Mecha with twin swords on its back appeared high in the sky. She took one step forward and vanished from the Spirit Pagoda.