"Brother Xuan, who was that guy just now? Were you making an enemy of the Crown Prince and causing trouble for him? Will you be in danger?" Ning Rongrong's face was full of worry.
She looked incredibly naive.
But as Ning Fengzhi's daughter,
she had inherited his intelligence.
She had analyzed Tang Xuan's intentions from just a few words.
Her foresight and sense of danger were equally impressive.
Tang Xuan rubbed her head. "That was the Fourth Prince, Xue Beng. He's already the Crown Prince's enemy. As for danger, there may be some, but it's not a big problem. After all, Grandpa is here."
The strongest card Xue Beng and Xue Xing could play was nothing more than Dugu Bo.
If Xue Beng really managed to invite him,
it would instead be making a wedding dress for Tang Xuan.
Ning Rongrong nodded in relief.
All one could say was that having a Titled Douluo in the family was great. There was nothing to fear.
"What about these people?" Ning Rongrong swept her gaze across the Extras sprawled all over the ground.
"They were hit by my Mountain Collapse. They'll probably be unconscious for a while longer. No need to worry about them; they'll leave on their own once they wake up." Tang Xuan said calmly. "Let's go. It's getting late. We should head to class."
Heavenly Class One.
By the time Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong arrived,
Qin Ming had just reached the classroom as well.
"Hm? 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 and led them into the classroom.
The moment Qin Ming appeared in the classroom,
the previously somewhat noisy room instantly 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 to you."
"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. 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 were spoken,
the entire room fell silent.
There was no other reason; they were simply too shocked.
Leaving aside the seven-year-old level 14 auxiliary-type soul master, whose Innate Soul Power had to be at an absurd level,
the seven-year-old level 18 monster alone was enough to shatter their worldview.
"Teacher Qin, I'm not questioning you. Their talents are indeed powerful, but can they join Heavenly Class One without reaching level 20?" a Bewitching Girl with Purple Hair Purple Eyes said in a deep voice.
The moment the girl spoke,
everyone in the room seemed to find an outlet for their emotions.
Discussion erupted everywhere.
"That's right, Teacher Qin. Heavenly Class One doesn't allow backdoor entries. You personally set that rule. Even the Education Committee has no right to interfere."
"Heavenly Class One has never lacked geniuses, but even geniuses like boss Tian Heng and Sister Yanzi had to break through level 20 before entering the class. What makes those two qualified?"
Qin Ming's expression became slightly troubled.
Yesterday, he had been swept away 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 in the hearts of these rich children would likely be lost.
But if he allowed Tang Xuan and Ning Rongrong to be driven away,
Qin Ming, who regarded becoming a mentor as his dream, truly could not accept it.
As if he had seen Qin Ming's dilemma, Tang Xuan spoke up to defuse the situation. "Everyone, strength is the only truth. How about you have that Boss Tian Heng of yours, or that Sister Yanzi, come out and fight me? If either of them can withstand three of my sword strikes, Rong Rong and I will obediently leave the class and go temper ourselves in the Tianhui Class. How does that sound?"
"Arrogant!" Two furious shouts rang out from the crowd at once.
One came from the Bewitching Girl from before.
The other came from a stiff and arrogant youth with Black Hair Black Eyes.
Tang Xuan quietly assessed the two of them.
With such distinctive features, they were naturally the two primary 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 sword strike from you?" Yu Tianheng's tone was icy.
He seemed to have been deeply insulted.
Dugu Yan wore the exact same expression as Yu Tianheng.
Though her strength did not lie in power or defense,
being looked down on so much was something she could not tolerate.
"Wouldn't you find out by fighting me?" Tang Xuan leisurely released his Martial Soul. "Which of you will go first?"
Seeing Tang Xuan refuse to answer directly,
Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan became even angrier.
They exchanged a glance.
They decided to teach Tang Xuan a painful lesson.
"I'll go first." Yu Tianheng stepped forward.
Lightning patterns had already appeared on his forehead.
This was the characteristic of possessing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.
His hands had also transformed into dragon claws, covered in blue-purple scales.
At the sight of this,
everyone 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! Let him learn 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-type 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 bridge a ten-level gap in Soul Power?"
"He's only a Soul Grandmaster. If I needed Rong Rong's support against him, I might as well drown myself in a toilet." Tang Xuan gave him a calm glance.
His talent really was terrible.
Dai Mubai could break through to Soul Elder at thirteen despite spending every day eating, drinking, gambling, and visiting prostitutes.
Yu Tianheng was only level 28 at thirteen, yet Yu Yuanzhen had already designated him as the young clan master.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had really declined.
"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 fused with the Heavy Sword in his hand.
Yu Tianheng's heart skipped a beat.
This kid really did seem a little unusual.
"First sword!" Tang Xuan shouted softly.
A plain, unadorned downward slash.
He used neither Soul Skill nor the Clumsy Intent Sword Art.
He relied solely on the terrifying weight of the Mysterious Iron Heavy Sword to attack.
Yu Tianheng held his breath and swung his left hand, trying to use offense as defense.
But the instant his dragon claw touched the Heavy Sword,
Yu Tianheng regretted it.
Two cracking sounds rang out.
The dragon claws, sharp enough to split mountains and shatter rocks,
snapped 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 around, and delivered another downward slash.
Yu Tianheng no longer dared to underestimate him.
Soul Power surged toward his right hand.
A Thunder Dragon Claw rapidly condensed in his palm.
Just as he was about to swing his right arm forward to attack,
he discovered that a strange force had imprisoned him in place.
The intense pressure was like a vast sea and towering mountains. Forget moving;
even swinging his arm had become incredibly 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 vicious.
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 flared up. He crossed his arms over his head to block.
"Crack~"
"Thud~"
"Ah—"
Accompanied by two sharp yet heavy sounds and a scream,
Yu Tianheng's arms were already broken.
He was forced to one knee beneath the horizontal pressure of the Heavy Sword.
Several floor tiles had been crushed beneath him.
The intense pain even made the circulation of his Soul Power sluggish.
Rather than stopping at the sight,
Tang Xuan launched the Mountain Flatten Style once more.
The difference from before was that,
this time, Tang Xuan had also lit up his Spirit Ring.
He fused Mountain Collapse into the Mountain Flatten Style!
"Third sword, Heaven Collapse Earth Crack!"
Tang Xuan's calm voice sounded like a life-reaping ghost in Yu Tianheng's ears.
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, the 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 means 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.
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