Shrouding the Heavens Crushing! Lin Qiu's Terrifying Strength!

"Ah--!!!"

Yu Tianheng let out a shrill, miserable scream.

He felt as if he were not attacking a person, but rather slamming into a towering, primordial divine mountain.

That terrifying force of recoil surged through his arm and instantly spread throughout his entire body.

Pfft!

Yu Tianheng spat out a wild spray of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He traced a pathetic arc through the air before crashing heavily into a stone pillar dozens of meters away.

Boom!

The stone pillar collapsed, and dust billowed into the air.

Yu Tianheng lay amidst the pile of rubble, his right arm twisted at a grotesque angle, having long since passed out.

One move.

It was merely one move.

And that was without him invoking his Martial Soul or using any Soul Skills.

A level 35 Soul Elder, the "heaven-favored prodigy" of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, Yu Tianheng, had been swatted away just like a fly.

Silence.

A deathly, suffocating silence.

The entire Pope Palace plaza was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared with wide eyes and agape mouths, blankly watching the youth in white robes as pristine as snow standing upon the high platform.

Lin Qiu slowly retracted his palm, the golden light on his body gradually receding, and the suffocating pressure vanished along with it.

He lightly brushed some non-existent dust from his sleeves, his tone remaining indifferent:

"Too weak."

"Is this the so-called number one beast Martial Soul under heaven? It isn't even enough to scratch an itch for me."

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission 'Challenge of the Emperor Clan Prodigy'!]

[Rewards have been issued: Source Heaven Book (Fragment), ten jin of Divine Source, already stored in the system space.]

Listening to the system's prompt, Lin Qiu felt quite satisfied.

Although this Yu Tianheng's strength was nothing to write home about, the rewards were solid, genuine treasures.

With these ten jin of Divine Source, his Bitter Sea could expand significantly once more.

Meanwhile, down below the platform, the crowd's emotions were churning like a stormy sea.

"What... what kind of power was that?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stared fixedly at Lin Qiu, the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul in his hand trembling slightly.

As a Title Douluo who pursued the pinnacle of offense, he could clearly perceive the terrifying intent contained within Lin Qiu's palm strike.

It was a form of pure "Dao."

A "Dao" that did not rely on external objects, but fully excavated the potential of one's own body!

"This child... is terrifyingly formidable!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, unable to conceal the shock in his eyes. "To be able to instantly kill a Soul Elder without using a Martial Soul—if he were to invoke his Martial Soul, to what extent would he reach?"

"This is simply not a realm that human power can achieve; this is a miracle!"

The surrounding guests began to whisper, their gazes toward Lin Qiu turning extremely fervent.

A twelve-year-old youth capable of shaking a lightning dragon with his bare body.

A monster who did not play by the rules and possessed an unknown power system.

As long as he did not perish prematurely, he would surely become a god in the future!

And he would be the kind of god who crushes everything!

"Martial Soul Hall... they have truly struck gold."

In the seating area for the Star Luo Empire, a young man dressed in fine robes had an extremely unsightly expression.

He was the first prince of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Weisi.

Originally, he had come to watch Martial Soul Hall make a fool of itself, and incidentally, to probe their true strength.

But now, instead of seeing a joke, he had been frightened into a cold sweat.

Martial Soul Hall already had the formidable Bibi Dong as Pope, which was headache enough, and now they had produced such a monstrous Holy Son.

Would the Star Luo Empire even have a path to survival in the future?

"What? Why is everyone looking at me like that?"

Lin Qiu felt the gazes cast from all directions and shrugged helplessly. "I already said, I wanted to go back to sleep early."

His calm and breezy demeanor only made many of the young maidens present stare at him with wide, infatuated eyes.

Powerful, mysterious, handsome, and of exalted status.

This was quite simply the perfect dream lover in the hearts of every woman!

"Your Holiness the Pope!"

A sect master from the Lower Four Sects suddenly stood up, shouting with an agitated expression, "This Humble One has a daughter at home, just turned sixteen, dignified in appearance and with decent talent. I am willing to send her to Martial Soul Hall, even if it is just to be a foot-washing maid for the Holy Son!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a powder keg had been ignited.

"My daughter as well! She has level seven Innate Soul Power. As long as the Holy Son does not mind, she can even be a concubine!"

"Holy Son, look over here! This is a portrait of my daughter!"

In an instant, the originally solemn and dignified canonization ceremony had turned into a massive matchmaking event.

Representatives from various factions scrambled and vied with one another, terrified that being a step late would mean missing the chance to curry favor with this future deity.

Yu Yuanzhen had already had the unconscious Yu Tianheng carried away and had retreated to the side in a dejected manner.

Watching Lin Qiu being surrounded like the moon among stars, his heart felt nothing but bitterness and a profound sense of powerlessness.

This wasn't just kicking an iron plate; this was kicking a diamond drill!

Bibi Dong watched this scene, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

Although the faces of these people were somewhat mercenary, this was exactly the effect she wanted.

Her Qiu'er was destined to be a figure who commanded the attention of the masses.

Just then, movement stirred from the direction of the Star Luo Empire.

Although Dai Weisi felt wary in his heart, he also knew this was an excellent opportunity to win over Martial Soul Hall.

If he could forge a marriage alliance with this Holy Son, his victory in the struggle for the throne of the Star Luo Empire would be secured!

He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the two young women beside him.

Sitting to his left was a woman with an incredibly explosive figure.

She wore a tight-fitting black leather outfit that outlined her exaggerated curves to the fullest; her appearance was bewitching, and her eyes carried a hint of soul-snaring allure.

It was none other than the eldest daughter of the Zhu Family, Zhu Zhuyun.

And beside Zhu Zhuyun sat a slightly younger girl.

It was Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuyun's soul-snaring eyes had never once left the white-clad figure on the high platform.

She had seen enough of the unscrupulous conspiracies within the Star Luo royal family, and she had seen enough of the hypocritical behavior of people like Dai Weisi, who appeared gentle and refined on the surface but were actually sinister and vicious.

But Lin Qiu was different.

This kind of pure power, this kind of domineering aura that treated the world's talents like blades of grass, held a fatal attraction for a woman like her who worshipped strength.

If she could attach herself to such a powerhouse...

Even if it were only as a concubine, it would likely be ten thousand times better than living in constant fear within that cold, heartless family in Star Luo.

Zhu Zhuqing, though her face was youthful and her expression cold, could not help but tilt her head slightly at this moment.

Is this what a true powerhouse looks like?

Without relying on family, without relying on conspiracies, by relying solely on his own strength, he could force the arrogant Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family to bow their heads.

"It seems the guests from the Star Luo Empire also have something to say?"

Bibi Dong had not missed the movement from Dai Weisi's direction. Although she did not like that gloomy-eyed First Prince, she did have some interest in the two young girls from the Zhu Family.

Dai Weisi took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and wariness in his heart, forced a proper smile onto his face, and slowly stood up.

He straightened his luxurious robes to conceal the trace of panic within.

"Your Holiness the Pope, the Holy Son's peerless talent has truly opened Dai Weisi's eyes."