"Die!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared. His only remaining arm transformed into a massive Thunder Dragon Claw,
wrapped in raging lightning as it shot straight for Qian Yu's face.
Tang Tian followed close behind. The Clear Sky Hammer in his hands swelled against the wind, then came crashing down with the force of Mount Tai:
"Back off!"
The instant the two attacked, a huge, crystal-clear prism appeared before Han Yu.
"Brother Tang, Sect Master Yu, get inside the prism!"
Han Yu shouted, his hands rapidly forming seals:
"Space Jump!"
Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen didn't hesitate. They charged straight into the prism before them.
The next second, two identical prisms appeared out of thin air behind and above Qian Yu.
The Thunder Dragon Claw and the pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer crossed the distance between spaces and burst out of the prisms, sealing off every escape route!
"Let's see where you can run this time!"
Tang Tian's vicious voice came from above.
Faced with this point-blank, deadly pincer attack, Qian Yu didn't even lift an eyelid. His feet remained firmly planted where he stood.
"Flashy but useless."
Qian Yu sneered. He didn't even release his Martial Soul, merely raising his hands,
one above and one below, to meet the Clear Sky Hammer and Thunder Dragon Claw with his bare palms!
"Boom—!"
A wave of violent energy exploded, yet Qian Yu stood as motionless as a towering mountain!
"What?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils trembled in disbelief.
"He stopped them with his bare hands?!"
"Impossible! That was a full-strength strike!"
Tang Tian gritted his teeth and desperately channeled his Soul Power,
but the Clear Sky Hammer seemed to have struck an immovable divine mountain. It couldn't advance another inch.
"A Martial Soul that can travel through space. That's somewhat interesting."
Qian Yu glanced at Han Yu in the distance, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Too bad its user is utterly useless. Your strength isn't enough to make me take even half a step back."
Han Yu's expression changed drastically. Sensing danger, he hurriedly channeled his Soul Power.
"Prism Shield! Defend!"
Several thick, sturdy prisms instantly formed before Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen, attempting to pull them back and shield them.
"Scrap metal, and you think you can stop me?"
A cold glint flashed in Qian Yu's eyes as he suddenly exerted force with both hands.
"Crack—!"
With a crisp shattering sound, Han Yu's prized, absolute-defense prisms
burst apart beneath Qian Yu's palms like thin ice!
The terrifying force of the backlash surged through space and struck him.
"Pfft—"
Han Yu's Martial Soul was damaged. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.
Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen were also blasted away by the force, tumbling back to land in front of Tang Chen.
Qian Yu lowered his hands and clasped them behind his back, looking down at the three men in stunned disbelief. His voice was icy:
"Three moves are up, and you couldn't even make me shift my feet.
Tang Chen, you lost this wager."
Tang Tian clutched his aching chest and stared at Qian Yu, who was completely unharmed. His eyes were filled with unconcealable shock and disbelief.
"Impossible!
This absolutely can't be!
Back in Heaven Dou City, you struggled even in a one-on-one fight.
How could you defeat the three of us working together without even releasing your Martial Soul?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's face had gone ashen. His only remaining arm trembled slightly.
"What kind of sorcery did you use?!
This can't possibly be your real strength!"
Han Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head bitterly.
"Such boundless, immovable power...
That's no ordinary Soul Power!"
In response to their questions, Qian Yu merely let out a contemptuous sneer and said nothing.
But behind him, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji exchanged an almost imperceptible glance.
Faint smiles touched both their lips.
Others might not have seen it, but the father and son knew exactly what was going on.
Qian Yu had been able to take on all three so effortlessly, without even releasing his Martial Soul, entirely thanks to the Angel God's protection!
At the very moment the match began, a thread of divine power from the Angel God Statue in the Worship Hall
had silently passed through Qian Yu's Six-Winged Seraphim Martial Soul and flowed straight into his body.
With true divine power backing him, forget forcing him back half a step—even if all three Titled Douluo put their lives on the line,
they still wouldn't be able to move Qian Yu an inch!
That was the absolute confidence that let Qian Yu act so boldly!
"Sorcery?"
Qian Yu looked down at Yu Yuanzhen and mocked him coldly.
"That's just because you frogs at the bottom of a well don't know any better.
If you're useless, don't blame others for being too strong."
With that, Qian Yu paid no further attention to the three men on the ground, who looked utterly defeated.
Instead, he turned his gaze to Tang Chen, whose face had darkened like storm clouds, and pressed him sharply.
"Tang Chen, the result of the match is clear.
Now it's time for your Upper Three Sects to honor your promise.
The compensation we agreed on still stands, plus thirty percent of your Upper Three Sects' resources and territory.
You're a Limit Douluo. Surely you won't go back on your word in front of everyone?"
Tang Chen's face turned livid. His fists clenched with a crackle as he glared at Qian Yu, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
But he was a Limit Douluo, and with so many powerful figures from both sides watching, he couldn't bring himself to break his word in public.
"Good!
What a Spirit Hall!
What a Qian Yu!"
Tang Chen ground out every word through clenched teeth.
"This old man's word is his bond!
Since I lost, I'll accept it!
The compensation, and that thirty percent of our resources and territory—I'll give them to you on behalf of the Upper Three Sects!"
"Father!
You can't!"
Tang Tian cried out in alarm. Ignoring the pain in his chest, he hurriedly protested:
"Thirty percent of our resources—that strikes at our very foundation!"
Yu Yuanzhen was also filled with humiliation and resentment.
"Senior Tang, if we hand these over, how will we ever hold our heads high in the Soul Master World?!"
"Both of you, shut up!"
Tang Chen whipped around and roared:
"Have you not humiliated yourselves enough?!
We lost because we were outmatched. A loss is a loss!
Do you expect me to stand here and haggle like a shrew with you, and drag the Upper Three Sects' reputation through the mud?!"
After Tang Chen's furious scolding, Tang Tian and Yu Yuanzhen fell silent, intimidated. They could only lower their heads in humiliation and clench their fists tight.
Qian Yu clapped his hands in satisfaction and chuckled.
"As expected of the Clear Sky Sect's pillar, Senior Tang Chen. You certainly know how to get things done.
Very well. I'll give you a month.
Within a month, I want all the compensation and territory-transfer documents laid out neatly on the table in the Pope Palace."
Qian Yu's gaze suddenly turned cold. His voice carried unconcealed killing intent.
"If you're a day late, or short by even a single coin...
Next time, it won't be a simple spar.
I'll personally lead people to the gates of the Clear Sky Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to settle this score!"
Tang Chen took a deep breath, forcing down his humiliation and anger, and replied coldly:
"Boy, don't get too arrogant!
We'll meet again. My Upper Three Sects will remember today's humiliation!
Let's go!"
"Take care. I won't see you out."
Qian Daoliu spoke calmly, his commanding voice carrying across the entire scene.
"Dare to bring people into Spirit City without permission again, and you'll be killed without mercy!"
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