No One Supported My Lofty Ambitions, So I Took Out a Loan and Went to Heaven

"With Grandpa Sword here, a mere Soul Beast is nothing to worry about!"

Ning Rongrong tugged at Sword Douluo's sleeve. Though there was tension in her eyes, there was even more trust.

"That Soul Beast cannot withstand a single strike from me. Under my pressure alone, it would tremble in fear."

"But it is very clever. It would never seek out a Soul Master who poses a threat to it."

Sword Douluo's tone was calm, yet everyone present pricked up their ears.

"Soul Beasts are beasts as well. They only choose weak prey!"

Xie Yue said noncommittally.

"There is only one kind of prey in its eyes!"

"A single fatal blow!"

"From hunting to feeding, it takes no more than two seconds!"

"More often than not, you would be dead before you even realized what happened."

Sword Douluo raised his head and glanced at Xie Yue, amusement flickering in his eyes.

This kid was a Soul Elder!

If he had been a Soul Grandmaster, he would know what cruelty truly meant once that Soul Beast set its sights on him.

"That exaggerated?"

Hu Liena's face was full of disbelief.

"That Space Type Soul Beast only has a hundred years of cultivation, but if it truly wants to flee, it can vanish without a trace with a single thought."

"My sword has not yet reached the realm of Heart Moves, Sword Follows."

Sword Douluo's voice remained calm, but it carried a rare trace of helplessness.

The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the hall changed expression.

The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were filled with shock.

They had followed Sword Douluo for many years, yet they had never heard him say anything like that.

If even Sword Douluo could not guarantee killing this Soul Beast, how terrifying was it?

Xie Yue and the other two exchanged glances, each seeing deep apprehension in the others' eyes.

Even Sword Douluo admitted that he could not kill it with a single strike.

What did that mean?

It meant that Soul Beast could be hiding in some corner, perhaps even lurking beside them, ready to rip out someone's organs at any moment.

"Actually, it is not as exaggerated as Sword Douluo makes it sound."

"Because that Soul Beast only hunts Soul Masters and Soul Grand Masters. If it appears before a Soul Ancestor or Soul King, we will have enough time to fight back."

After thinking for a moment, Xie Yue voiced his thoughts.

"You're quite clever, kid."

A trace of surprise appeared on Sword Douluo's face.

He had deliberately emphasized the danger while downplaying everything else!

A mere five-hundred-year Space Type Soul Beast could only hunt Soul Masters below the Soul Elder rank to ensure a one-hit kill.

If it dared attack a Soul Ancestor, it would definitely expose its whereabouts and might even be struck by other Soul Masters.

Though he did not care about such a Soul Beast, this was a gift Ning Rongrong intended to give Old Bone.

Naturally, he had to help Ning Rongrong fulfill her wish.

Those freelancing Soul Masters without any real ability could get as far away as possible.

Otherwise, if blood splashed onto Ning Rongrong, his beard would suffer greatly.

In a room on the third floor, Jiang Ming lay back down on the bed.

"A Space Type Soul Beast that only attacks low-level Soul Masters."

"It seems its cultivation age should not be very high. Maybe it suits me!"

"As for the risk..."

A ruthless gleam flashed through Jiang Ming's eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, with Sword Douluo personally stationed here.

Spirit Hall's Golden Generation—Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena!

Any one of these people could crush him as easily as an ant.

But fortune was found in danger!

The opportunity had already appeared. Whether he dared seize it and whether he could obtain it would depend on his own ability.

Suddenly...

An incredibly faint sound came from overhead.

It was neither footsteps nor the sound of roof tiles shifting.

It was a sharp sound, like fingernails scraping across glass.

But it was shorter and sharper.

It was as though something had extended a claw from the void and lightly scraped the roof tiles.

Jiang Ming's pupils contracted sharply as he instantly realized something.

He did not move.

He even stopped breathing.

Only his eyes stared at the ceiling.

There was nothing on the ceiling.

But Jiang Ming could clearly sense that something was on the roof directly above him.

Separated from him by only a layer of tiles and wooden beams, it was less than a few meters away.

That thing's aura flickered in and out of existence, as though it was everywhere and yet did not exist in this space at all.

Just then, a muffled sound suddenly came from the street below.

It sounded like someone had their mouth covered before rapidly falling to the ground.

The sound was soft, but the entire street was quiet.

Jiang Ming heard it because his own Martial Soul was a Space Martial Soul.

The others were close by, so they had clearly heard it as well.

"Who is it?!"

The voice of a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciple came from outside, carrying obvious tension.

Immediately afterward, a burst of hurried footsteps surged toward a certain location.

"It's Third Brother! Something happened to Third Brother!"

"Quick, call a physician! Hurry..."

"No... no... his stomach..."

It was as though the man had seen something terrifying, and the rest of his words caught in his throat.

Jiang Ming frowned. He did not need to look to know what scene awaited him.

That Soul Beast had fed again.

It was feeding at an abnormally rapid frequency.

Just then, sword qi that made everyone tremble with fear shot into the sky!

Red sword qi slashed diagonally out from the direction of the second floor!

Its target was the inn across the street!

The sword qi cut through the second-floor boards, the third-floor load-bearing wall, and the roof beams on the fourth floor before finally vanishing in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest.

"With such a huge commotion, there will probably be major action tonight."

Jiang Ming looked at the moonlight beyond the window, his expression grave as he headed downstairs.

There were many people on the street.

More accurately, everyone had come out of the inn.

Sword Douluo stood beside Ning Rongrong, the tip of the Seven Kill Sword pointed at the ground.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes held a nearly tangible cold gleam, like two unsheathed blades.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples had already retreated to both sides.

Half the torches in their hands had been extinguished by the aftershock of the sword qi.

The remaining half flickered unsteadily, the light brightening and dimming as it cast everyone's faces into something ghostly.

Spirit Hall's Golden Generation stood on the other side.

Hu Liena did not look at Sword Douluo, nor did she look at the sword mark.

Her gaze swept inch by inch over every building by the street, every window, and every rooftop.

Jiang Ming stood among the crowd, looking utterly inconspicuous.

"Senior Sword Douluo."

"That sword qi just now—did you discover that Soul Beast?"

Xie Yue finally spoke.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, carrying just the right amount of respect. But Jiang Ming could hear the probing beneath that respect.

"I drew my sword when I heard the scream!"

Sword Douluo finally spoke.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked toward that fierce sword mark.

The inn's roof was still there.

The beams were still there.

The sword mark was still there!

Only the Soul Beast was gone!

"But I did not hit it."

Sword Douluo spoke the latter half of the sentence.

Five simple words, yet they made everyone feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.

A level ninety-six Titled Douluo could not hit a Soul Beast?

Could something so horrifying truly happen?

Panic spread through the crowd like a plague.

"Let's leave too."

"Staying another moment in this damned place is gambling with our lives."

Several freelancing Soul Masters were the first to react.

They did not even have time to pack their belongings before racing back the way they had come without looking back.

The innkeeper's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling too hard for him to speak.

He had thought he was merely running an ordinary business, that a few Lord Soul Masters had simply stopped here to rest.

But now...

A man-eating monster was roaming across the rooftops, and a Titled Douluo stood before his door.

This lord had even admitted that he could not hit that Soul Beast.