The Might of the Death Scythe, Di Tian Appears

"What did you say!"

Flender was incensed, the phantom of his Owl Spirit manifesting behind him as the pressure of his level 75 Soul Power surged forth like a tidal wave.

"I said, Yu Xiaogang is nothing but trash."

Qian Anci's expression remained unchanged, his plain white robes unmoving amidst the storm of Soul Power.

He slowly raised his right hand, the Scythe of Death coalescing in his palm, gray death energy swirling around him like a thin mist, silently tearing through the Soul Saint's pressure.

"Back then, he was merely a level 29 Soul Grand Master. If not for the status of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and his connection to the Pope..."

He paused, a mocking smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What is he, that he dares to speak of theory?"

"You...!"

Flender trembled with rage, yet he dared not truly strike.

With two Titled Douluo standing behind him, he, a mere Soul Saint, was simply out of his league.

"Enough."

Qian Anci spoke suddenly, his voice not loud.

He looked toward Qin Ming, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Continuing this argument will not change the fact that Yu Xiaogang is trash... How about this."

"Let me have a bout with this young man."

"If I win, the Red Fire Flood Python is mine. If I lose..."

He paused.

"I shall yield this soul beast and personally offer an apology to Master Yu Xiaogang."

"Anci!" Qian Renxue's golden eyes were filled with worry. "Have you lost your mind? He is a level 40 Soul Ancestor!"

"Sister, trust me."

Qian Anci looked back at her, and the serenity in his eyes left Qian Renxue momentarily speechless.

Qin Ming took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Little brother, I am over ten years your senior, and my Soul Power is far stronger than yours. This battle..."

"Do you dare to accept?"

Qian Anci's voice turned abruptly cold, and as death energy surged, the Scythe of Death emitted a low, resonant hum.

Qin Ming looked at him, at this child of only six years who dared to challenge a four-ringed soul master with only one ring.

Those eyes were calm and waveless.

It was as if, in his eyes, Soul Power Level had never been the standard for measuring victory or defeat.

"...Very well."

Qin Ming nodded slowly, his Soul Power surging throughout his body.

"Blazing Wolf, possess!"

In an instant, scorching flames erupted from his body, transforming into the phantom of a crimson wolf that let out a howl toward the heavens!

Three soul rings rose slowly—two yellow and one purple—pulsing around the wolf's shadow.

"If you win, my Shrek Academy will turn around and leave immediately."

In the valley, the wind suddenly ceased.

Qian Anci and Qin Ming stood facing each other; one at level 20 with one ring, the other at level 40 with three rings—the disparity was suffocating.

Yet, for some reason, as Flender watched the white-clad youth holding the scythe, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Begin."

Qian Anci said softly.

The next instant, Qin Ming moved!

His figure was like lightning, his third soul ring suddenly lighting up as the Blazing Wolf phantom opened its maw, and a torrent of scorching flames surged out, rushing straight toward Qian Anci's face!

"Third Soul Skill, Wolf Howling at the Moon!"

This was his strongest strike; facing an eleven-year-old child, he had not held back in the slightest!

Because he felt danger.

The death energy on that scythe made his very soul tremble!

Qian Anci did not retreat.

He did not even move.

He simply raised the Scythe of Death slowly, the gray death energy condensing into a thin line along the blade's edge.

"First Soul Skill—"

"Guidance of the Underworld Path."

The scythe blade sliced through the void.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a thin line of grey-white mixed with dark red, silently slashing toward that torrent of flame.

In an instant, the flames solidified.

That Azure Wolf blaze, condensed from soul power, froze in mid-air the moment it touched the thin line, as if its soul had been ripped away.

Grey-white death energy spread like a tidal wave, swallowing the scorching flames entirely and turning them into nothingness.

And that thin line, its momentum unabated, slashed straight toward Qin Ming!

Qin Ming's expression changed drastically; his second soul ring lit up rapidly, and the flames around his body condensed into a suit of crimson armor.

"Second Soul Skill, Flame Wolf Armor!"

However.

"Crack."

The moment the thin line touched the armor, that flame shield, capable of withstanding a full-force blow from a Soul Elder, shattered like thin paper!

Qin Ming's pupils constricted and he retreated violently, yet he felt a deathly chill already locking onto his soul.

That thin line seemed to traverse space; no matter how he dodged, it followed him like a shadow.

"What... what kind of soul skill is this?!"

He was horrified, watching helplessly as the grey-white line approached his brow.

Just as it was about to make contact, the thin line suddenly dissipated.

Qian Anci retracted his scythe and stood still, the death energy slowly receding as if nothing had ever happened.

"You lost."

He said calmly.

Qin Ming froze in place, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He knew that in that split second, had the opponent not held back, he would already be a corpse.

The valley was deathly silent.

Flender and Zhao Wuji were filled with disbelief, Qian Renxue's golden eyes shimmered with brilliance, and the two titled elders exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"Good... good!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily: "To fight a three-ringed soul master with one ring—such a feat is something even Tang Hao could not achieve back in his day!"

Flender's face was livid, but he had nothing to say.

His skills were inferior, so he had to accept the loss.

"Let's go."

He gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

However, at that very moment.

"BOOM!!!"

An indescribably terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky!

The vegetation in the valley withered instantly, and the rich life force was completely suppressed by a power far more ancient and majestic.

The clouds in the sky churned like boiling water, as if some gargantuan entity from time immemorial was slowly opening its eyes.

"This is..."

Azure Luan Douluo's expression changed drastically; his nine soul rings fully expanded in an instant, shielding Qian Renxue behind him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was equally on high alert, his sturdy body taut like a bow: "This aura... it surpasses a Titled Douluo!"

Flender and his two companions were pressed directly to the ground by the pressure, unable to even lift their heads.

In the center of the valley, space twisted like the surface of water.

A black-clad figure slowly stepped out from the void.

He wore a black robe, his face as handsome as a demon, and his golden dragon pupils contained the vicissitudes and majesty of eons.

Merely standing there quietly made the entire Star Dou Great Forest tremble.

"This... this is a... Beast!"

Azure Luan Douluo's voice carried a hint of tremor.

"A Beast from the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest... how could he appear here?"

Di Tian did not look at anyone.

His gaze fell straight upon Qian Anci.

A trace of inquiry flashed through those golden vertical pupils.

"Human child."

He did not speak, yet Qian Anci heard a voice emerge within his mind.

Qian Anci scanned the expressions of those around him, only to realize that this voice could be heard by him alone.

"Why do you carry that aura upon you?"

Qian Anci's heart shuddered violently.

He felt the shadow of Pollux within him growing restless; the Dragonfall Ring seemed to sense something, and gray, deathly energy surged forth uncontrollably.

Di Tian's golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

"Resentment of the Dragon God..."

"You actually possess the bloodline of the Dragon Clan?"

He extended his hand, and pitch-black soul power manifested into a giant palm, ignoring the obstruction of the two Elders and reaching straight for Qian Anci!

"Stop!"

Azure Luan Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo struck simultaneously; a cyan hurricane and a golden crocodile shadow slammed fiercely into the giant palm, yet the moment they made contact, they melted like snow, failing to stir even a single ripple.

An absolute gap in strength!

Qian Anci watched helplessly as the giant palm descended, his heart calling out frantically: "Castorice!"

"Do not be afraid."

A gentle voice resonated from the depths of his soul, carrying a hint of gravity:

"He will not kill you... besides, I am with you. At worst, I shall accompany you to the River Styx!"

The giant palm closed.

Qian Anci's figure vanished from the spot.

Di Tian did not even glance at the others, turning to step into the void.

The space sealed shut, and the pressure dissipated.

In the valley, only the stunned crowd remained.

Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, tears shimmering in her golden eyes, her slender fingers still held in the posture of having just gripped Qian Anci.

"Anci..."