Giving Qian Xunji a Lesson

Giving Qian Xunji a Lesson

"Third Soul Skill, Lion's Flame Wave!"

The third soul ring beneath Mighty Lion Douluo's feet lit up. He opened his jaws wide as surging flames gathered in his mouth and erupted outward. The fire did not emerge as a fireball, but as a beam of light, like a shockwave.

Qian Xunji immediately evaded, twisting through the sky in an S-shaped path and dodging Mighty Lion Douluo's third soul skill.

Mighty Lion Douluo charged forward fiercely and struck down with another palm, setting off sonic booms in the air. But Qian Xunji turned into a golden meteor and slipped aside once more. At the same time, he threw another punch. Mighty Lion Douluo's mountain-like body had nowhere to dodge, and the golden fist imprint struck him, purifying another portion of the Soul Power within him.

After one round of battle, Qian Xunji was uninjured, and Mighty Lion Douluo was likewise unharmed. However, the flames burning across the Blazing Lion's body were no longer as fierce as before. This was because a substantial portion of Mighty Lion Douluo's Soul Power had been purified. If this continued, Mighty Lion Douluo would undoubtedly be worn to death by Qian Xunji. And this was without Qian Xunji activating the Angel Domain—otherwise, the purification would have been even faster.

"Pope, you've gone too far! If you have the guts, stop dodging and fight me head-on!"

"Then take this, Fourth Uncle. First Soul Skill, Angel Assault."

Golden Soul Power condensed around Qian Xunji's fist into a golden shield as he transformed into a golden meteor and charged toward Mighty Lion Douluo.

"First Soul Skill, Lion Burst!"

Scorching flames likewise gathered around the Blazing Lion's fist. The intensely compressed fire occasionally let out explosive crackles.

The two fists collided with a deafening boom. Golden light and flames scattered in all directions, and the surrounding temperature rose by dozens of degrees.

A streak of golden light shot out of the flames, flying more than a hundred meters through the sky before finally stopping. That golden light was naturally Qian Xunji. He spun through the air for quite a while before steadying himself, his blood and energy churning as a sweet taste rose in his throat.

"Hahaha, again!"

This clash finally gave Mighty Lion Douluo a taste of battle. In the previous exchange, he had only been forced back a few meters before quickly stabilizing himself. His two sharp claws extended as he lunged at Qian Xunji once more.

But just as before, Qian Xunji avoided Mighty Lion Douluo's attack and did not meet him head-on.

"Pope, why are you doing this again? Come fight me!" Mighty Lion Douluo angrily lashed his tail against the ground, churning up the earth and carving a clear trench into the surface.

Qian Xunji said, "Fourth Uncle, after that exchange just now, you should understand that in a direct confrontation, I am no match for you. If I kept fighting as I did before, wouldn't I be choosing defeat myself?"

Mighty Lion Douluo looked unconvinced. "Even if you win this old man with that kind of fighting style, so what? Unless you defeat me head-on, this old man will not acknowledge your victory!"

"Fourth Uncle, that's where you're wrong. Soul Masters are divided into assault, agility, control, support, and defense types. Each of these five types has its own way of fighting. Meeting force with force is how assault-type Soul Masters fight. You can't possibly rely on your twenty-level advantage in Soul Power and still demand that I fight you head-on, can you?"

Mighty Lion Douluo froze for a moment. "Isn't the Angel Spirit an assault-type spirit?"

"Who said that?" Qian Xunji was stunned as well.

"The Great Elder."

"What the hell does that old man know about the Angel Spirit?"

As soon as he said that, Mighty Lion Douluo froze, and so did Light Feather Douluo.

Qian Xunji froze as well, because he felt an incomparably sharp, furious gaze staring at him from the Worship Hall.

The astonishing pressure carried by that gaze made even Qian Xunji, with his cultivation at Rank 94, break out in a cold sweat.

There was no need to think about it. The owner of that gaze was Qian Daoliu.

He had gotten carried away.

Qian Xunji's heart pounded wildly. He knew that after this battle, Qian Daoliu would no longer care that he was an adult in his forties and would beat him senseless.

Saying Qian Daoliu did not understand the Angel Spirit was no different from saying Tang Chen did not understand the Clear Sky Hammer. Getting beaten to death for that would hardly be surprising.

But Qian Xunji knew that he had to keep talking now. If he stopped, Qian Daoliu would beat him up anyway.

Qian Xunji clasped his hands behind his back, doing his best to maintain a calm, confident appearance. "Fourth Uncle, if the Angel Spirit were truly an assault-type spirit, then were the wings on my back just for decoration?"

"If Father truly understood the Angel Spirit better than I do, then with his Rank 94 cultivation, would he be unable to defeat you without using the Angel Domain?"

"Precisely because he cannot, he is less skilled than I am at using the Angel Spirit and understands it less deeply than I do. Fourth Uncle, this is a world where results are everything. If this were a fight to the death, the one who died would definitely be you. You can't even catch up to me, so how could you possibly outrun me?"

"Even if future generations recorded that I, Qian Xunji, defeated you with a despicable fighting style, the result would be that you could only live on in books and in the words of Soul Masters. Your family would decline because of it, while mine would become even more glorious. One generation after another would use my style to gain greater benefits. In the end, my fighting style would no longer be considered despicable—it would become one of the fighting styles the Soul Master world took for granted."

In terms of intellect and wisdom, Qian Xunji held an absolute dimensional advantage over these old men and over this world. No one could compare to his far-reaching vision. He could even turn black into white.

If Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu fought one-on-one at the same level and with the same setup, Qian Xunji would definitely lose. Though they both possessed the Six-Winged Angel Spirit, Qian Xunji's Innate Soul Power was inferior to Qian Daoliu's, which also meant that the strength of Qian Xunji's Angel Spirit could not compare to Qian Daoliu's.

But the achievements Qian Xunji produced in battle would definitely surpass Qian Daoliu's. Judging by battle records, ninety-nine percent of the Soul Master world would consider Qian Xunji stronger than Qian Daoliu.

After hearing this, Mighty Lion Douluo and Light Feather Douluo fell into thought. Qian Daoliu also revealed a contemplative expression. If he used Qian Xunji's fighting style, could he defeat Tang Chen? The answer was undoubtedly yes. He was invincible in the sky; if he fought by kiting, wouldn't he crush that reckless brute Tang Chen even more thoroughly?

"Alright, Fourth Uncle. The answer is obvious—you can't defeat me. It should be Third Uncle's turn now, right?"

After speaking, Qian Xunji turned his gaze toward the Worship Hall. The Third Worship, Azure Phoenix Douluo, possessed the Azure Phoenix Divine Bird spirit. Like the Angel Spirit, it had no weaknesses. To defeat him, Qian Xunji could only use the Angel Domain and overcome him with sheer strength.

"Pope, Third Brother is in seclusion as he attempts to break through to Rank 97. This old man will be your opponent instead."

An elderly man appeared soundlessly in the dueling arena. Neither Mighty Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, nor Qian Xunji had noticed when he arrived. He wore a platinum robe, and a ferocious giant crocodile was embroidered in golden thread on its back. This was naturally the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Qian Xunji sat down cross-legged to recover his Soul Power. Against the Second Worship, he could not afford the slightest carelessness.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Qian Xunji with confidence written across his face. This old man needed to teach Qian Xunji a proper lesson. He could not let him become too arrogant and complacent. The Kite-Flying Style was indeed good, but the gap in cultivation was enough to crush such shortcomings.