Am I Not Human? But You Really Are a Beast!

"Soul Ancestor? So what if he's a Soul Ancestor... Wait! Your grandson is a Soul Ancestor?!"

The anxious look on Poison Douluo's face instantly turned to shock. "Sword Douluo, you're not joking, are you? Chen Lang looks to be only around ten years old, yet he's already a Soul Ancestor?!"

"Do I look like I'm joking? He's my only grandson. If he were in danger, I'd be even more worried than you." Sword Douluo spoke with a firm gaze.

"This..."

Seeing that Sword Douluo did not appear to be joking, Poison Douluo's heart was thrown into a storm of shock.

A Soul Ancestor not even ten years old—if word got out, it would undoubtedly shock the entire Douluo Continent.

"However, I hope you can keep this matter secret for me." Sword Douluo gave Poison Douluo a deep look and added a reminder.

"Please rest assured, Sword Douluo. I will absolutely keep my mouth shut."

Poison Douluo hurriedly agreed. He clearly understood why the other man had said that.

He understood the saying that the tallest tree in the forest was the first to be felled by the wind.

No wonder Sword Douluo had personally guarded his path. This talent was truly terrifying.

"Sit down and keep drinking. Don't you also want to bring your granddaughter and my grandson together? This is the perfect chance for that kid to play the hero and save the beauty." Sword Douluo gestured for him to sit back down.

Poison Douluo's eyes lit up at once. He gave Sword Douluo a thumbs-up. "You're the steady one, brother!"

Roar!

The tiger's roar shook the forest as a powerful pressure rushed toward them. Dugu Yan, standing in front of Chen Lang, kept urging him to leave quickly, but Chen Lang did not move at all.

She immediately said anxiously, "Why are you still standing there, you little brat? What, do you want to die here with your sister? Become a pair of doomed lovebirds?"

"If you want to die, I don't."

Seeing that Poison Douluo and his grandfather still had not appeared, Chen Lang understood what the two old men were thinking.

That rotten old man, I'm still so young, and he's already thinking about getting a granddaughter-in-law.

But since this little girl stood in front of me and told me to run first, I'll let it slide.

In that case, I won't pretend anymore. I'm coming clean.

"What do you mean?"

Dugu Yan looked puzzled. Then, when she saw four Purple Soul Rings rise behind Chen Lang, the confusion on her face immediately turned into shock.

"Holy shit! Y-you-you-you, you're a Soul Ancestor? And all your Soul Rings are purple? How is that possible?!" Dugu Yan was utterly dumbfounded, her face full of disbelief.

The little brother, the little brat she had been talking about, was actually a Soul Ancestor.

And he possessed four thousand-year Soul Rings!

This...

"Am I dreaming? I haven't woken up yet..."

Dugu Yan could not help rubbing her eyes.

Then Chen Lang directly pressed one hand against Dugu Yan's face and shoved her aside without the slightest gentlemanly grace.

"Stand to the side and watch carefully. This sword strike will be very cool."

"Huh?"

Dugu Yan froze for a moment.

The next second, her vision blurred.

The first Soul Ring behind Chen Lang suddenly lit up. His first soul skill, Sword Shadow Assault, was instantly unleashed, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand thrust out five times in an instant.

The moment the five sword strikes shot forth, fine crimson patterns appeared around each sword shadow. Unlike the sharpness of ordinary sword techniques, the edges of these sword shadows carried viscous halos of Soul Power, like stones cast into water, sending ripples spreading through the air.

Just as the Ghost Tiger prepared to pounce, its front paws suddenly sank, as though it had stepped into an invisible swamp. Within the area woven by the five sword shadows, Soul Power formed a powerful field of suction. Every swipe of its claws was dragged into sluggishness, and even the air became as thick as glue.

"Roar!" The Ghost Tiger let out a low growl, its pitch-black fur suddenly bristling. Its hind legs slammed into the ground, and its entire body rose upright like a human's. Its claws tore through the air, sending five dark-green claw shadows toward the sword shadows as it tried to forcibly break through the suction field with brute strength.

However, the instant the claw shadows came into contact with the sword shadows, a sizzling sound of corrosion rang out. Fine crimson sword glints were mixed within the Seven Kill Sword's sword intent, like countless sharp needles piercing through the Ghost Tiger's Soul Power defense.

After evolving into thousand-year Soul Rings, the power of Chen Lang's first soul skill had naturally risen greatly, even gaining some special effects.

A vicious glint flashed through the Ghost Tiger's eyes. It suddenly drew in all its Soul Power and forcibly curled itself into a ball within the suction field, charging toward Chen Lang like a black cannonball.

This was a life-or-death gamble: abandoning defense in exchange for impact force. As long as it got close, it could tear its opponent apart with its claws.

However, Chen Lang had anticipated this. The Seven Kill Sword suddenly rose high, and the purple glow of his second Soul Ring surged to its peak. His second soul skill, Gale Severing Void, activated.

Screech!

A crescent-shaped sword aura flew from the blade. Its entire body was a translucent jade-green, with fine wind blades coiling around its edges, as though it had sliced a rift through space itself.

Along the sword aura's flight path, the air was rapidly compressed before suddenly expanding, producing a series of explosive booms. Fallen leaves and broken stones on the ground were swept up by an invisible force, dancing wildly behind the sword aura and forming a green trail.

Just as the Ghost Tiger turned to flee, the wind pressure carried by the sword aura had already lifted the fur at the back of its neck.

It abruptly turned its head, its dark-green pupils reflecting that swiftly approaching green light. Before the sword aura even reached it, the surrounding air had already become as sharp as blades, cutting its fur until it faintly ached. Driven by beastly instinct, it slammed both paws against the ground, attempting to dodge sideways with the recoil force. Yet the wind vortex beneath its feet suddenly intensified, and countless fine wind blades surged from the ground, tangling its limbs and slowing it down.

"Pfft—"

The sword aura struck the Ghost Tiger's left shoulder blade with perfect accuracy. Jade-green light flashed, and its iron-hard fur was sliced open like paper, exposing a wound deep enough to reveal bone.

Even more deadly, the moment the sword aura touched flesh, it suddenly exploded. Countless tiny wind-blade vortices frantically carved through the wound, producing sharp tearing sounds.

"Roar!"

The Ghost Tiger let out a pained roar and tried to suppress its injuries with Soul Power, only to discover that those wind-blade vortices were like living creatures, constantly drilling deeper into the wound. Every rotation brought out a thread of blood.

At the same time, the Ghost Tiger felt as though its limbs had been filled with lead. The jade-green Soul Power filling the air formed an invisible shackle, reducing its movement speed by at least twenty percent. This was the slowing effect attached to Chen Lang's second soul skill.

It staggered back two steps, each one leaving deep claw marks in the ground, yet it still could not escape the wind-blade vortices' entanglement. Those vortices not only dealt continuous damage, but also kept dragging its body toward the center of the sword aura, as though it were bound by invisible chains.

"The power really has increased quite a bit."

Chen Lang was very satisfied with the thousand-year level power of his first and second soul skills. Then, looking at the Ghost Tiger's fear-filled expression, he said calmly:

"I've had enough fun. Have you had enough too? If you have, I'll send you on your way."

"I... Roar!"

Though the Ghost Tiger could not speak human language, it understood it. Upon hearing Chen Lang's words, it was so enraged that it nearly spat out human speech.

What did he mean, if he was done playing, he would send it on its way?

I may not be human, but you really are a beast!