A Duel? Qian Yu: Yu Yuanzhen, Tang Tian, Han Yu, three old, weak, sick, and disabled, come at me together!

"You insolent brat, you court death!"

Tang Chen was incensed, his terrifying level ninety-nine soul power erupting without reservation.

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, carrying an aura of world-shattering destruction as he vaulted over the crowd, charging straight toward Qian Yu.

"Tang Chen, your opponent is me!"

Qian Daoliu let out a cold shout, instantly manifesting a golden Angel Holy Sword in his hand and slashing it upward to meet the Clear Sky Hammer.

"BOOM—!"

Two incredibly terrifying energies, one gold and one black, collided violently in mid-air.

A wild shockwave swept outward instantly, forcing the surrounding Titled Douluo to retreat repeatedly.

Having failed to land his strike, Tang Chen used the momentum to steady himself in the air, his gaze growing increasingly icy:

"Qian Daoliu, it seems you are determined to protect this little beast today!"

Qian Daoliu stood with his sword held firm, his expression indifferent:

"The people of my Martial Soul Hall are not for you to discipline.

Tang Chen, take your people and get out of Martial Soul City, or today shall be the day the Upper Three Sects are struck from the records!"

Tang Chen's gaze swept over the dozen or so aggressive Titled Douluo standing behind Qian Daoliu.

Deep within his eyes, a trace of apprehension flickered, imperceptible to others.

His forceful intrusion into Martial Soul City today appeared to be an act of blind rage.

In reality, his true purpose was merely to test the current foundation and strength of Martial Soul Hall.

Having seen it now, the strength of Martial Soul Hall was far more unfathomable than he had estimated.

If he were to truly tear off the mask and fight to the death here, even if he could drag a few down with him, he and his men would certainly never leave Martial Soul City alive, and the Upper Three Sects would suffer a grievous blow, perhaps even total annihilation!

His goal had been achieved; now, he had to find a way to step down.

Tang Chen snorted coldly, slowly retracting the violent aura from the Clear Sky Hammer, and said arrogantly:

"Qian Daoliu, if we truly fight until both sides perish, I may not be able to leave, but this Martial Soul City of yours, along with half the Titled Douluo behind you, will be buried with me!"

Qian Daoliu remained expressionless, speaking calmly:

"You are welcome to try."

Tang Chen suppressed the fire in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"It is not worth squandering our foundations over the grievances of a few juniors.

Since this trouble was sparked by a sparring match between the younger generation, why don't we follow the rules of the soul master world and settle this with a contest!"

Qian Daoliu raised his eyelids slightly, noncommittal:

"A contest?

How do you propose we compete?"

Tang Chen declared loudly:

"It is simple!

Both sides will send people to fight!

If our Upper Three Sects win, all the conditions that this brat Qian Yu forced our Clear Sky Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to pay shall be voided!

Past grievances will be wiped clean, and your Martial Soul Hall shall not use them to stir up trouble again!"

Qian Yu stood to the side, sneering at these words, and interrupted him without a shred of politeness:

"Old dog Tang Chen, your wishful thinking is so loud I could hear it all the way in Heaven Dou City.

You come to my Martial Soul Hall to run wild, and if you win, you don't have to pay?

And what if you lose?"

Being called "old dog" to his face caused the veins on Tang Chen's forehead to bulge.

Yet, he forced down his rage, staring fixedly at Qian Yu as he gritted his teeth:

"If we lose!

Not only will the previous compensation be paid in full, but our Upper Three Sects are willing to cede an additional thirty percent of our resources and territorial interests to your Martial Soul Hall!

Qian Daoliu, do you dare to take this bet!"

Qian Daoliu did not answer immediately, instead turning to look at Qian Yu beside him, his tone softening slightly:

"Yu'er, this matter began because of you; you decide whether or not to accept this wager."

Qian Yu stepped forward twice, looking down at Tang Chen and the others from his superior position, a playful, cold smirk curling his lips:

"Thirty percent of your resources and territory?"

Although it is a bit meager, it is better than nothing.

"Very well, Martial Soul Hall accepts this wager."

Tang Chen's expression softened slightly as he let out a cold snort:

"At least you have the guts!

Since that is the case, the rules of the duel..."

"I will set the rules."

Qian Yu interrupted Tang Chen without a shred of courtesy, his gaze sweeping over the three people behind Tang Chen with extreme contempt.

"Fighting one by one is a waste of time; I don't have the leisure to play house with you.

Tang Chen, don't say that Martial Soul Hall is bullying you Upper Three Sects for having no one."

Qian Yu raised his hand, pointing at the livid Tang Tian, the one-armed Yu Yuanzhen, and the bitter-faced Han Yu, declaring arrogantly:

"Let the three of them come at me together."

As these words fell, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Tang Chen's brows twitched violently, and he laughed in extreme anger:

"What an arrogant brat!

You actually dare to dream of taking on three by yourself?

They are all bona fide Titled Douluo!"

Yu Yuanzhen was so furious that his entire body trembled; pointing his only remaining left hand at Qian Yu, he roared with eyes splitting:

"You pup!

How dare you insult us like this!"

Tang Tian, who had remained silent until now, also gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment:

"Qian Yu, you are too conceited!"

Facing the impotent rage of the three, Qian Yu crossed his arms over his chest and let out an undisguised sneer:

"And what if I do insult you?

A piece of trash I beat like a dying dog, a cripple who couldn't even keep his own arm, and an old man with one foot already in the grave.

Do you really think you three old, weak, and disabled relics are worthy of me looking at you properly?"

Qian Yu's gaze sharpened, and an overbearing, peerless pressure erupted from his body, bearing down directly on the three below:

"Enough talk!

The three of you come at me together. If you can force me back even half a step, Martial Soul Hall will concede!

If you can't, then obediently hand over the resources of the Upper Three Sects and get out of Martial Soul City!"

Tang Chen laughed in fury, repeating the word "good" three times:

"Good! Good! Good!

You are seeking your own death!

Qian Daoliu, you heard him, right?

If this brat loses, don't you dare go back on your word!"

Qian Daoliu's expression remained indifferent, his tone calm yet filled with absolute confidence:

"Yu'er's intent is the rule of Martial Soul Hall.

If you truly can force him back half a step, Martial Soul Hall will never break its promise."

Having received confirmation from Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen turned sharply to the three behind him and barked:

"You three heard that?

Since this brat is so arrogant, then grant his wish!

Attack together, and hold nothing back!"

Yu Yuanzhen had long been unable to suppress the fury in his heart; his only remaining arm shook violently.

The violent Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul instantly possessed him, and the power of thunder erupted with a roar:

"Arrogant child, today I will tear you into ten thousand pieces to avenge the debt of my severed arm!"

Tang Tian's face was equally hideous as a pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand, nine soul rings floating up and down, radiating murderous intent:

"Qian Yu, today I will make you pay the price for your arrogance!"

Only Han Yu let out a secret, bitter laugh, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, releasing his martial soul as nine-colored light shone forth:

"Your Highness Qian Yu, forgive me."

Watching the three aggressive Titled Douluo, Qian Yu did not even release his martial soul; he simply stood with his hands behind his back, beckoning with a contemptuous crook of his finger:

"Enough chatter.

Use every ounce of strength you have and let me see if the three of you pieces of trash combined can even manage to pique my interest."