Qian Renxue Takes Action! Yu Xiaogang Is Terrified!

"Stop!"

Ma Chengfeng stepped forward and blocked their path, his face livid.

"You injured people and think you can just leave? It won't be that easy!"

Yu Xiaogang was his friend, while Tang San was his friend's disciple and an outstanding student of Nuoding Academy.

It had merely been an ordinary spar. Was there any need to be so ruthless?

At those words, a glimmer of hope instantly lit up in the eyes of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, who had already fallen into despair.

That's right!

There was still Ma Chengfeng!

A level forty-eight Soul Ancestor!

Dealing with two young people barely above level twenty would be effortless, wouldn't it?

Yu Xiaogang struggled to prop himself halfway up, a flicker of malice passing through his eyes.

Tang San Stared fixedly at Chen Fan and the other two. His childish face showed undisguised ruthlessness.

In his eyes, Chen Fan had humiliated his teacher's theories.

That Silver Haired Girl had even dared to severely injure his teacher!

A teacher for a day, a father for life.

How could a disciple possibly swallow such humiliation when his teacher had been disgraced?

That would be a blade of disloyalty and unfiliality!

These two had chosen the Way to Die!

He swiftly envisioned Ma Chengfeng beating Chen Fan and Gu Yuena until they were half-dead.

The Hidden Weapon in his sleeve silently cocked into place.

The moment they fell, he would not hesitate to deliver a fatal blow!

Ma Chengfeng's Soul Power surged, his aura rising steadily. He had clearly been genuinely enraged.

"Today, you must give us an explanation!"

Yet before he could take another step forward—

A figure silently appeared in front of Chen Fan.

It was Qian Renxue.

Boom—!

A terrifying pressure far surpassing Ma Chengfeng's, so overwhelming it was suffocating, abruptly erupted!

The pressure was pure and vast, carrying holiness and majesty, like a sovereign high above the heavens looking down upon ants in the mortal world.

One ring, two rings, three rings...

Six soul rings Soared Upwards from beneath Qian Renxue's feet!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

The optimal soul ring configuration! Their dazzling radiance nearly illuminated the entire forest clearing!

A six-ring Soul Emperor!

Ma Chengfeng's charging body came to an abrupt halt. The fury on his face froze instantly, replaced by utter pallor.

His pupils shrank sharply, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Before he could react in any way—

Qian Renxue raised her hand.

A brilliant golden stream of Soul Power shot from her palm like the light of divine punishment.

Pfft!

The Soul Power struck Ma Chengfeng squarely in the chest.

The protective Soul Power that his level forty-eight Soul Ancestor cultivation had been so proud of was as fragile as a sheet of paper before that golden Light Beam.

His entire body was sent flying like a cannonball, as though struck by a mountain. The sound of his breastbone collapsing was clearly audible. He sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air, slammed heavily into a distant tree trunk, then slid down limply.

He fainted on the spot.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

The hope and ruthlessness on Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's faces froze completely.

The spark of hope that had just ignited was doused by a bucket of ice water, extinguishing even their souls.

A... Soul Emperor?

That breathtakingly beautiful girl who had quietly followed Chen Fan all this time was actually a Soul Emperor?!

Qian Renxue slowly lowered her hand and turned around.

There was not the slightest emotion on her exquisite face. Only in her golden eyes did towering flames of fury burn as she fixed them on the ashen-faced Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

A clear voice brimming with killing intent rang through the Forest.

"You dared touch him?"

Killing intent churned in Qian Renxue's golden eyes, almost tangible.

The pressure of a Soul Emperor swept over them, making even the air in the Forest turn thick and viscous.

Ma Chengfeng, who bore the brunt of it, had long since lost all color from his face.

His legs trembled, and he could barely remain standing.

A Soul Emperor!

This peerlessly beautiful woman before him, who looked so young, was actually a Soul Emperor expert!

He had just wanted to attack a Soul Emperor's companion?

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"It's a misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Ma Chengfeng no longer cared about friendship or loyalty. He hurriedly waved his hands, his voice trembling.

"Senior, I... I apologize to you on their behalf!"

Yet Qian Renxue's expression did not soften in the slightest. Her golden eyes became even more intimidating.

"You're apologizing?"

Her voice was clear, yet every word pierced the heart.

"Your friend attacked out of shame and anger."

"Your friend's disciple harbored ill intentions and attacked Chen Fan."

"What does your apology amount to?"

The string of questions left Ma Chengfeng speechless, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He suddenly turned around and roared at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, who were still standing there in a daze, "What are you two standing around for?! Apologize to Senior, now!"

"Y-Yes, yes, they need to apologize too!"

Yu Xiaogang and Tang San shuddered.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned Liver Color. His Lips trembled, and his chest heaved violently.

He was a theoretical Master of the Soul Master World, someone who prided himself on his status. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Lower his head to a few juniors?

He could not do it!

Tang San's expression was so gloomy it seemed as though water could drip from it.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms as killing intent boiled within him.

But he was better than Yu Xiaogang at assessing the situation.

A true man could bend and stretch.

He had even dared to steal his sect's ultimate techniques. What did lowering his head once amount to now?

Tang San Took A Deep Breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, and bowed deeply to Qian Renxue.

"Sorry."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Seeing that Tang San had already yielded, the pitiful pride Yu Xiaogang clung to was finally crushed beneath Qian Renxue's increasingly heavy pressure.

His face shifted between green and white. In the end, he squeezed out three words through clenched teeth.

"...Sorry."

Seeing this, Ma Chengfeng let out a long breath and forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Senior, since they've already apologized, then... can we leave now?"

"Leave?"

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"You attacked with killing moves, and you think one casual 'sorry' is enough to settle this?"

"Then could I kill all of you and just say 'sorry' afterward?"

At those words, the hearts of Ma Chengfeng and the other two jolted.

Qian Renxue was indeed burning with rage.

For one, Chen Fan had been attacked repeatedly right before her eyes, which infuriated her beyond measure.

For another, deep inside her heart lay a trace of agitation that even she had not noticed.

Chen Fan had just saved her. Gratitude mixed with unfamiliar feelings in her heart, and she only wanted to speak with him properly.

Yet Na'er had always, intentionally or not, stood between them, leaving her without even a chance to express her thanks.

That nameless fire now poured entirely onto Yu Xiaogang and the others.

Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back.

"Don't push people too far!"

He shouted angrily, struggling to pull something from his robes and hold it high.

It was a pitch-black token. Six patterns were carved on its front, with a sharp sword at the center.

"I am an honorary elder of Spirit Hall!"

"Do you dare touch me without fearing Spirit Hall's retribution?!"

The moment the token appeared, hope instantly reignited in Ma Chengfeng and Tang San's eyes.