Three Swords Shatter the Dream of the Dragon King

"Brother Xuan, who was that person just now? Were you making an enemy of the Crown Prince and causing him trouble? Would you be in danger?" Ning Rongrong's face was full of worry.

She looked utterly silly.

But as Ning Fengzhi's daughter,

she had inherited some smart genes.

From just a few words, she had analyzed Tang Xuan's intentions.

Her foresight and awareness of danger were equally exceptional.

Tang Xuan rubbed her head. "That was the Fourth Prince, Xue Beng. He was already the Crown Prince's enemy. As for danger, there might be some, but it won't be a big problem. Besides, Grandpa is here."

The strongest method Xue Beng and Xue Xing could employ was nothing more than Dugu Bo.

If Xue Beng could really invite him over,

he would only be making a wedding dress for Tang Xuan.

Ning Rongrong nodded in relief.

All that could be said was that having a Titled Douluo in the family was wonderful. You feared nothing no matter what you did.

"What about these people?" Ning Rongrong swept her gaze over the Extras sprawled across the ground.

"They were hit by my Mountain Collapse. They'll probably stay unconscious for a while, so there's no need to bother with them. Once they wake up, they'll leave on their own." Tang Xuan spoke calmly. "Let's go. It's getting late. We should head to class."

Heavenly Class One.

When Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong arrived,

Qin Ming had just reached the classroom as well.

"Oh, Xiao Xuan, Rong Rong? Perfect timing. Come in with me. I'll introduce you to a few classmates while we're at it." Qin Ming smiled as he led the two inside.

The instant Qin Ming appeared in the classroom,

the previously somewhat noisy room fell silent.

It was clear that Qin Ming's prestige among the students was extraordinary.

Qin Ming looked around at everyone and nodded in satisfaction. "Before today's lesson begins, I'd like to introduce two new classmates."

"Xiao Xuan, Rong Rong, come up and introduce yourselves."

Tang Xuan nodded and walked onto the platform. "Hello, everyone. My name is Tang Xuan. I'm seven years old, and my Martial Soul is the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword! I'm a Level 18 Power Attack System Battle Soul Master."

"My name is Ning Rongrong. I'm also seven years old, a Level 14 auxiliary-system Tool Soul Master."

The moment those words came out,

the entire room went silent.

There was no other reason. They were simply shocked beyond measure.

Setting aside that seven-year-old Level 14 auxiliary-system soul master—how high must her Innate Soul Power have been?

The seven-year-old Level 18 monster alone was enough to shatter their Worldview.

"Teacher Qin, I'm not questioning you. Their talent is indeed formidable, but can they join Heavenly Class One without reaching Level 20?" a Bewitching Girl with Purple Hair Purple Eyes said in a low voice.

As soon as the girl spoke,

everyone in the room seemed to find an outlet for their emotions.

Discussion immediately erupted.

"Exactly, Teacher Qin. Heavenly Class One doesn't allow backdoor entry. You set that rule yourself. Even the Education Committee has no authority to interfere."

"Heavenly Class One has never lacked geniuses, but even Boss Tian Heng and Sister Yanzi had to break through Level 20 before entering the class. What gives those two the right?"

Qin Ming's expression became slightly awkward at those words.

Yesterday, he had been dazzled by Meng Shenji's grand promises and Tang Xuan's monstrous talent.

For a moment, he had actually forgotten about this matter.

If he kept Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong,

the prestige he had painstakingly established among these wealthy young students would likely vanish into thin air.

But if he allowed Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong to be forced away,

Qin Ming, who regarded being a teacher as his dream, was truly unwilling to accept it.

Tang Xuan seemed to see Qin Ming's predicament and spoke up to ease it. "Everyone, strength is the only truth. How about you have that Boss Tian Heng or Sister Yanzi come out and fight me? If either of them can withstand three of my swords, Rong Rong and I will obediently leave the class and go to Tianhui Class to build up our foundation. What do you say?"

"Arrogant!" Two angry shouts rang out from the crowd at the same time.

One belonged to the Bewitching Girl from earlier.

The other belonged to a Black Hair Black Eyes youth with a stiff and arrogant expression.

Tang Xuan quietly assessed the two.

With such distinctive traits, they were naturally the two main targets behind his decision to enter Imperial Dou.

Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng.

"You mean to say that the two of us Soul Grandmasters can't even withstand one strike from you?" Yu Tianheng's tone was icy.

He seemed to have suffered an immense insult.

Dugu Yan's expression was exactly the same as Yu Tianheng's.

Though her strengths did not lie in power and defense,

being looked down upon so severely was something she could not tolerate.

"Wouldn't you know after fighting me?" Tang Xuan leisurely released his Martial Soul. "Which of you is going first?"

Seeing that Tang Xuan would not answer directly,

Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan became even angrier.

They exchanged a glance.

Then they decided to teach Tang Xuan a painful lesson.

"I'll go first." Yu Tianheng stepped forward.

A lightning pattern had already appeared on his forehead.

This was a characteristic of possession by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

His hands had also turned into dragon claws, covered in blue-violet scales.

At the sight,

the students in the classroom instantly erupted.

"Boss Tian Heng is angry. This kid is done for."

"Boss, beat him up! Do it for me too!"

"Teach him an unforgettable lesson and let him know what it means to be haunted by nightmares!"

Yu Tianheng ignored everyone's cheers and said coldly, "Kid, is your confidence coming from that little auxiliary-system girl behind you? I advise you not to indulge in wishful thinking."

"My Soul Power has already reached Level 28. How are you going to make up for a ten-level difference in Soul Power?"

"He's only a Soul Grandmaster. If I still needed Rong Rong's assistance, I might as well drown myself in a toilet." Tang Xuan gave him an indifferent glance.

This talent was really mediocre.

Dai Mubai spent his days eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, yet he could still break through to Soul Elder at thirteen.

Yu Tianheng was only Level 28 at thirteen, yet Yu Yuanzhen had designated him as the future clan leader.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had truly declined.

"Do you have any more nonsense to say? If not, I'm making my move." After Tang Xuan spoke, his Momentum abruptly changed.

There seemed to be nothing before him.

His entire being merged with the Heavy Sword in his hand.

Yu Tianheng's heart skipped a beat.

This kid really did seem somewhat unusual.

"First sword!" Tang Xuan shouted softly.

A plain, unadorned downward slash.

He used neither Soul Skill nor Clumsy Intent Sword Art.

He relied solely on the terrifying weight of the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword to attack his enemy.

Yu Tianheng held his breath and swung his left hand, attempting to use offense as defense.

But the instant his dragon claw made contact with the Heavy Sword,

Yu Tianheng regretted it.

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out.

The dragon claw that had once been sharp enough to split mountains and shatter stones

snapped apart inch by inch like pasta before the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword.

Before pain could even appear on Yu Tianheng's face,

Tang Xuan had already withdrawn his sword, turned, and slashed downward again.

Yu Tianheng no longer dared to be careless.

Soul Power surged into his right hand.

A Thunder Dragon Claw rapidly condensed in his palm.

Just as he wanted to swing his right arm forward to attack,

he realized that a strange force had imprisoned him where he stood.

The immense pressure, like a vast sea and towering mountains, made even moving impossible.

Even swinging his arm became extraordinarily difficult.

"Second sword! Mountain Flatten!" Tang Xuan shouted coldly.

In that brief instant,

Tang Xuan's attack had already arrived.

Yu Tianheng's expression turned ruthless.

He could neither dodge nor counterattack.

Then he would take it head-on!

He refused to believe this nonsense.

With that thought,

the scales on Yu Tianheng's arms bristled as he crossed both arms over his head to block.

"Crack~"

"Thud~"

"Ah—"

Along with two crisp yet heavy sounds and a scream,

Yu Tianheng's arms had already broken.

He was forced to one knee beneath the crushing weight of the Heavy Sword.

Several floor tiles shattered beneath him.

The intense pain even caused his Soul Power circulation to stagnate.

Yet Tang Xuan did not stop upon seeing this.

Instead, he launched the Level Mountain Style once more.

Unlike before,

this time, Tang Xuan also lit up his Spirit Ring.

He fused Mountain Collapse into the Level Mountain Style!

"Third sword, Heaven Collapse Earth Crack!"

Tang Xuan's calm voice sounded in Yu Tianheng's ears like a Ghost demanding his life.

Driven by an intense desire to survive,

Yu Tianheng unleashed his second Soul Skill—Thunderous Might.

Countless arrow-like bolts of lightning spread outward in every direction.

Wherever the lightning arrows passed, tables, chairs, floor tiles, and walls were all scorched black.

Yet before Tang Xuan's Heaven Collapse Earth Crack, they melted away like ice and snow, losing all effect.

It was over.

That was Yu Tianheng's only thought.

He had exhausted every method at his disposal, yet he still could not stop Tang Xuan's attack.

He could only watch helplessly as the Heavy Sword cleaved toward his forehead.