Bibi Dong's Personal Guidance

Chen Xing frowned slightly. At close range, the Flame Lord's aura was indeed impressive.

The scorching heatwave left his skin feeling dry and uncomfortable.

[Second Soul Skill: Granite Rock]

With a low shout, all the earth elements around them gathered toward Yan.

Before long, they condensed into a suit of irregularly shaped armor.

Yan had now entered his peak state. Soul Power surged around him, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Unfortunately, Chen Xing could tell a person's total Soul Power and how solid it was with a single glance.

"Your Soul Power is so unstable. Have you taken a lot of herbs?"

"What? You brat..."

As if his sore spot had been struck, Yan's expression instantly stiffened.

Thanks to the bracelet Ah Yin had given him, along with his own life attribute, no one could hide their strength before Chen Xing. At the same time, he could quickly gauge a person's true abilities.

The Yan before him was simply too weak.

Or rather, Soul Masters of the same rank were all too weak.

The Flame Lord was still gathering power. Yan looked as though he had two thrusters on his back, Soul Power continuously gushing from the gaps in his armor.

"Kid! I hope you'll still be wearing that expression when you're kneeling and begging for mercy later."

Finally, at the very peak of his momentum, Yan moved.

The figure crouched on the ground shot out in an instant. The scorching heatwave blackened the earth behind him.

Everyone present cried out in alarm.

This was their first time seeing Yan unleash such a powerful aura.

On the other side, Chen Xing took a step forward, Purple Imperial Bamboo appearing in his hand.

Soul Power surged wildly around him like a hurricane, making the hem of his clothes flap loudly.

His light purple hair danced in the wind, revealing those coldly gleaming eyes.

"Something's wrong! Why is this kid's aura so strong?"

The fiery red figure halted.

Seeing this, Chen Xing curled his lips in mockery.

Only realizing something was wrong now?

Too late!

There was less than three meters between them now.

The Flame Lord's charging punch instantly became a guard.

[Third Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Slash]

A cold white sword light streaked with Purple Gold burst forth like a dragon emerging from the sea. It tore through the air, carrying razor-sharp Sword Intent as it slashed straight at the figure.

"No... don't!"

Pfft!

The blazing sword light met no resistance at all and directly severed one of Yan's shoulders.

The unbalanced Flame Lord was about to collapse to the ground when Chen Xing closed in once more.

His legs exploded with force, kicking off the ground as he leaped into the air and drove a kick into his opponent's jaw.

Bang!

Another dull impact rang out.

The tremendous force produced a crisp crack from Yan's neck, twisting his entire head backward at an extremely grotesque angle.

Blood sprayed from his mouth in an arc before finally falling back onto its original owner.

His body hit the ground with a dull thud. The Martial Soul Possession effect faded, and Yan's legs and remaining arm twitched lightly twice before falling completely still.

The noisy discussions instantly vanished, and the atmosphere fell silent.

"T-This is murder!"

"Ahhh! Murder!"

The spectators who had been watching for entertainment scattered like frightened birds and beasts in the blink of an eye.

Only a few teachers remained, hurriedly rushing to Yan's side to check on him.

Meanwhile, Chen Xing landed steadily from the air, dismissed his Martial Soul, and waited for someone to handle the matter.

In a corner.

Gui Mei looked at the boy in the arena, and the face beneath his shadow let out a soft sigh.

Why did this kid have no sense of restraint?

What followed was the familiar procedure.

He summoned Spirit Hall's healing-type Soul Douluo as quickly as possible, then reported the entire incident to Bibi Dong.

Chen Xing soon received someone who had come for him.

A pale yellow figure slowly descended from the sky. It was Yue Guan.

"The Pope wishes to see you. Come with me."

Yue Guan's effeminate voice made Chen Xing somewhat uncomfortable. The floral fragrance around him was also slightly pungent, making Chen Xing frown.

Yue Guan noticed this and assumed the kid was dissatisfied with Bibi Dong's summons. He secretly marveled at how Chen Xing did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong's elegant brows were tightly furrowed as she looked at Chen Xing below the hall.

On his first day of enrollment, he had nearly beaten someone to death. Was this still that timid boy from yesterday?

Could this person have a split personality?

She already knew the full story. Yan had indeed been the one at fault, and there was nothing wrong with Chen Xing fighting back.

Still, both of them were just above level thirty. Yan was even a member of the Golden Generation, yet he had been instantly defeated in a single move?

Then again, this brat's sword energy could even wound her. Not to mention Soul Masters of the same rank.

Sigh!

A soft sigh echoed through the hall.

"From now on, you will stay by my side. I will personally guide your cultivation!"

"Huh?"

Chen Xing was stunned.

Yue Guan had left right after bringing him here, and Chen Xing had already been standing here for quite some time. He had not expected her to suddenly say something like that!

Stay by this woman's side?

How was that any different from finding himself a moving grave?

With that thought, Chen Xing hurriedly waved his hands.

"Um... I can cultivate on my own. I think my cultivation speed is pretty fast."

"Cultivation speed?"

Hearing the boy's refusal, Bibi Dong pulled her lips into a cold smile.

"You have Soul Power, yet you do not know how to use it. So what if you were given the cultivation of a Title Douluo?"

"Now! Fight me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong flashed forward and appeared directly before Chen Xing.

She raised the scepter in her hand and swung it down at him.

[Second Soul Skill: Purple Imperial Sword Domain]

Under the threat of danger, Chen Xing instantly activated his Second Soul Skill. With the speed enhancement, he barely dodged the blow.

"No, wait!"

He still wanted to speak, but the descending scepter attacks only became fiercer, leaving Chen Xing no chance to be distracted.

Purple Imperial Bamboo appeared in his hand, Soul Power wrapped around his legs, and the boy was chased all over the vast hall in an extremely pathetic state.

"Your speed is too slow!"

"I'm not even using Soul Power right now."

Bang!

Chen Xing had barely heard what Bibi Dong said when her scepter slammed into his abdomen the next instant.

"Pwah~"

The violent impact sent the boy flying far away. Pain spread through his body as he curled up on the red carpet like a shrimp.

What on earth was this woman doing?

She was a level ninety-nine peak Douluo, yet she was actually sparring with a level thirty-three Soul Master.

In the entire continent, only Bibi Dong had the leisure for something like this.

Elsewhere.

Fortunately, Chen Xing's final kick had not been too heavy, and Yan's life was saved.

The severed arm's cut was still clean as well. With the efforts of the Soul Douluo and the many healing-type Soul Masters, it had barely been reattached, though there would inevitably be some aftereffects in the future.

Hu Liena and Xie Yue stared wide-eyed at each other beside the hospital bed.

As Bibi Dong's personal disciple, Hu Liena had chatted with Xie Yue for a while longer yesterday because of Chen Xing, causing her to wake up late this morning.

She had never expected something like this to happen.

She heard that the boy named Chen Xing had severed Yan's arm with a single sword strike, then kicked him half to death.