A Single Sword Beheads, Young God of Slaughter!

"No, with your three lewd-looking faces and that lewd air about you, anyone could tell you're together."

"And you're still putting on an act? Do you really think you're spies in some espionage drama?"

The appearance of the Three Lewd Scoundrels left Chen Lang speechless.

I'm not a six-year-old boy anymore. I'm nine already, okay?

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

Dai Mubai, standing nearby, clutched his stomach and burst into laughter. "Hahaha! 'Lewd-looking faces and lewd airs mean they're obviously together'—that's fucking brilliant!"

"What the fuck are you laughing at?! The thing I hate most in this life is being called lewd!" Tianya spat out his cigar and immediately revealed his Martial Soul, a kitchen cleaver, along with four Soul Rings behind him.

"You can call them lewd, but not me!"

E'kao stopped pretending as well. His Swan Martial Soul Possession made his already ugly face even more unbearable. With his enormous belly, a few stray feathers stuck to his wings, and that grotesque appearance, he looked exactly like a vulture.

Four Soul Rings—white, yellow, purple, purple—appeared behind him as well.

"That's right. You can call me lewd, but you can't call them lewd. Heh heh heh." Bu Le's Heavenly Net Double Cover appeared in his hands, though its appearance... could only be explained by the author's vivid imagination.

The only difference was that Bu Le was merely a Soul Elder, with white, yellow, and purple Soul Rings behind him.

"Two Soul Ancestors and one Soul Elder!"

When Dai Mubai saw the number of Soul Rings behind the three men, shock filled his eyes.

Although their Soul Ring configurations were poor,

they were genuine Soul Ancestors and a Soul Elder!

"Brother Chen, run first when the time comes."

Dai Mubai also revealed his two Soul Rings. Only twelve years old now, his Soul Rings were both yellow, making him merely a Soul Grandmaster.

Still, under White Tiger Possession, he did look somewhat imposing.

"Run? They're just two Soul Ancestors and a Soul Elder."

Seeing that Dai Mubai was fairly loyal, Chen Lang decided to stand up for him this time and let him witness his strength firsthand.

Calling him Brother Chen with no sense of respect at all.

"Brother Chen, this isn't the time to show off. Their Martial Souls may be trash, but you don't understand what a Soul Ancestor means... Holy shit, you're a Soul Ancestor!" Dai Mubai had not even finished speaking when he saw the four Soul Rings emerge behind Chen Lang, leaving him utterly stunned.

"Purple, purple, purple, purple—four Purple Soul Rings! Holy fuck, how is that possible? He's three years younger than me!" Dai Mubai's mouth hung wide open, his face full of disbelief.

"Four purple Soul Rings!!!"

"How is that possible?!"

"How old is this kid? He's already a Soul Ancestor!?"

Seeing the Martial Soul in Chen Lang's hand, E'kao and the other two revealed shocked expressions.

"How did this little brat's Soul Rings become four thousand-year Soul Rings!?" Sword Douluo, who had been secretly protecting his precious grandson, was equally stunned.

"It seems my grandson is hiding a great secret..." Sword Douluo felt pressure for the first time.

Because once someone with ulterior motives spread word of this secret, it would likely shake the entire world of Soul Masters.

With his current strength alone, it would be difficult for him to keep his grandson safe amid such an upheaval.

"Could it be that my grandson suddenly backed down because he knew his Soul Rings could improve, so he didn't completely fall out with Ning Fengzhi? He came to this little place to lie low and grow stronger?"

Thinking of this, Sword Douluo felt both gratified and guilty.

He was gratified that his grandson considered matters so thoroughly, yet guilty that he lacked the power to let his grandson cultivate and grow in peace.

"It seems I need to cultivate harder too. Otherwise, if I can't even protect my grandson as his grandfather, I might as well bash my head into a block of tofu and die!"

Sword Douluo clenched his fists, deciding that while protecting his grandson, he would also work hard to raise his own strength.

As for stepping in to help?

Did he really need to intervene against these three little shrimps?

"What's there to fear? It's just one Soul Ancestor and one Soul Grandmaster. We have the advantage in numbers!" Tianya lit another cigar and took a deep drag, a fierce glint flashing through his eyes.

"The advantage in numbers? Then let this young master tell you: before absolute strength, everything is futile." Chen Lang held the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, his expression suddenly becoming incomparably serious and focused.

Old man, watch closely. This is the bearing the Seven Kill Sword should possess. Chen Lang thought to himself, knowing that Sword Douluo would definitely be protecting him in secret.

Therefore, he would use these three strikes to open up a new path for the old man.

The Seven Kill Sword followed the path of slaughter. What the hell could he possibly break through by standing guard before Ning Fengzhi every day?

This was also why Chen Lang had been so eager to come out after absorbing the Soul Rings: to make his grandfather feel pressure and see the path before him anew.

Sigh, being a grandson was exhausting too.

Old man, I've worried myself sick for your sake.

"That gaze, that presence... this little brat has something to him." Feeling his grandson's aura and gaze suddenly change, Sword Douluo immediately perked up and watched with rapt attention.

Because compared to his grandson's former lazy manner, he seemed like a completely different person.

"First Sword—Sword Shadow Assault!"

Chen Lang's first Soul Ring suddenly erupted with dazzling cyan light. The Seven Kill Sword glimmered cyan, then thrust forward. The instant it left his hand, it split into five afterimages. With piercing shrieks that tore through the air, the sword edges shot straight for Tianya's face.

The cigar clenched between the thin-faced man's teeth fell to the ground in fright. He had barely raised his kitchen cleaver across his chest when spiderweb-like ripples of Soul Power spread between the five sword shadows!

"Not good! It's a Traction Spirit Skill!"

Tianya's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to leap backward with the momentum, but it was as though his feet had sunk into a swamp, leaving him unable to move.

At the instant the sword shadows crossed, he saw only a flash of cold light in the boy's eyes before an icy chill suddenly sliced across his neck, piercing to the bone.

"Pshht—"

Before the sound of blood splashing over the bluestone pavement had faded, the bloodied head had already rolled to E'kao's feet. Its eyes remained wide with shock, blood droplets hanging from its lashes.

As E'kao lowered his head, a drop of warm blood splashed onto his slick, greasy cheek, slid along the folds of his skin, and seeped into his collar.

"Gulp... gulp..."

Terror covered his face. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his fat body trembling like a sieve as he stared at the head at his feet, then at the youth before him.

The youth held the blood-dripping Seven Kill Sword. The hem of his black brocade robes snapped sharply in the night wind, while the purple light of the Soul Rings behind him intertwined with the blood splattered across his clothing, forming an Asura-like murderous aura around his body.

For one brief moment, it was as if a Young God of Slaughter had slowly emerged from an Asura hell, with countless corpses stretching for miles behind him!

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

A youth who looked about ten years old—no, more accurately, just a little boy—had such vicious methods...

He had beheaded someone with a single sword strike!