Crushing

In the private box on the other side, Ning Fengzhi and his two companions had just arrived when they heard about a one-versus-seven wager match.

They initially thought the person was far too arrogant, but upon hearing it was Meng Zhang Divine Lord challenging the Shrek Seven Devils, they became immediately interested.

When Xue Qinghe saw Xuan Qing walk onto the stage, his expression changed instantly.

"Teacher, Elder Bone Douluo, that is the family friend Dugu Bo spoke of, and the same freak that Committee Member Meng Shenji mentioned—someone nearing the level of a Soul Ancestor before the age of ten."

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were both stunned.

The two stared intently; the youth had long blue-green hair and a tall stature, not looking like a child at all.

When Xuan Qing revealed his soul rings—one yellow, one purple, one black—the three looked at each other, feeling as though they were the ones playing the fool.

Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile.

"Uncle Gu, Douluo Continent is full of hidden talents; we really shouldn't jump to conclusions in the future."

Gu Rong gasped, a cold chill running down his spine.

"Where on earth did this kid crawl out from? A ten-thousand-year third ring? I haven't just never seen it, I've never even heard of such a thing!"

Xue Qinghe's heart was in turmoil as he harbored a bold guess: "A common soul master's fifth soul ring is ten thousand years..."

"If we extrapolate based on this sequence..." He didn't finish, but both Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong understood.

If Xuan Qing's fourth ring was forty thousand years, his fifth sixty thousand, and his sixth eighty thousand... then at the very latest, his seventh ring would absolutely be a hundred thousand years!

The three of them shivered in unison.

They knew all too well what a hundred-thousand-year soul ring signified; it was precisely because Tang Hao possessed one that he could stand firm against Martial Soul Hall.

On the soul fighting arena, Tang San moved first, letting out a low shout: "Strike!"

The seven quickly shifted their formation, with Dai Mubai taking the lead, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing flanking the sides, and Tang San controlling the field from the center.

Ning Rongrong and Oscar provided support, while Ma Hongjun offered fire support while protecting the two support types, executing a tight and well-coordinated defense.

Xuan Qing remained unhurried, his hands transforming into dragon claws as a phantom of the Azure Dragon emerged behind him, roaring toward the heavens.

Dragon might instantly enveloped the entire arena, and every soul master with a beast-type martial soul felt a terror rising from the depths of their bloodline.

In the Heaven Dou Team's area in the spectator stands, Yu Tianheng was caught off guard and dropped to his knees; his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was the most heavily suppressed.

Dugu Yan was also struggling to resist.

"Does this guy not know how to hold back at all?"

She knew Xuan Qing was here, which meant her grandfather was likely present as well, but she hadn't expected Xuan Qing to unleash his ultimate power right from the start, showing absolutely no face to his opponents.

On the ring, Xuan Qing moved. His first soul ring lit up, and a light rain began to fall, covering the entire fighting platform.

His second and third soul skills activated in quick succession.

His speed soared instantly, surpassing even Zhu Zhuqing, the agility-type soul master, as he charged straight into the Shrek Seven Devils' encirclement.

Dai Mubai, charging at the very front, wore a grave expression. His second soul ring lit up, and a White Tiger Intense Light Wave erupted forth.

Xuan Qing clenched his dragon claw and threw a punch, shattering the light wave instantly before striking toward Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, his third soul ring glowing as he activated White Tiger Vajra Transformation. His attributes surged significantly, and he threw a punch of his own.

"Boom!"

The two claws collided. Dai Mubai was sent flying, spitting blood several times in mid-air before landing and stumbling back a dozen steps to steady himself.

He clearly knew his right hand had suffered a fracture; he had been injured by a single blow.

Tang San's expression changed drastically. Countless Blue Silver Grass vines grew wildly beneath his feet, attempting to entangle Xuan Qing, but a bizarre scene unfolded.

When the Blue Silver Grass came within ten feet of Xuan Qing, it suddenly flattened against the ground, trembling as if subjects bowing before their king.

Tang San himself felt a terrifying suppression; his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"No... this is impossible. Why is my Blue Silver Grass being suppressed?"

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu seized the opportunity to attack. Zhu Zhuqing went full speed for Xuan Qing's throat, while Xiao Wu kicked toward his temple from the side.

Xuan Qing extended his hands, his left hand gripping Zhu Zhuqing's wrist while his right hand locked onto Xiao Wu's ankle.

With a thought, a strand of chaotic energy silently spread onto Xiao Wu.

He swung his hands, throwing the two women toward the three in the back. They flew like cannonballs, perfectly blocking the Phoenix Fire Line spat out by Ma Hongjun.

"Ah...!"

The fire struck the two, and they screamed in agony.

Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun in the back were knocked over, and Ning Rongrong's amplification was interrupted!

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's eyes turned blood-red, his breathing ragged like an ox. Eight spider legs extended from his back; he fired a silent sleeve arrow from his right wrist and threw a dozen golden glints with his left hand.

Xuan Qing's eyes turned cold.

"Soul fighting does not allow the use of weapons other than martial souls and soul bones. Did your teachers never teach you this rule?"

He raised his right hand, and the raindrops on the field converged before him into a water shield three feet thick.

All the hidden weapons shot into the water shield as if sinking into a quagmire, their speed slowing down more and more until they finally stopped, unable to move within the water.

Tang San's face turned pale; his greatest reliance, his hidden weapons, were now completely useless.

Xuan Qing took out a... brick? It should have been a gold brick, from his ring.

He tossed the gold brick in his hand and grinned, a smile that made Tang San's heart crawl with unease.

The scene that followed was somewhat bizarre; Tang San's Eight Spider Lances thrust out frantically, but they could not break through the defense of Xuan Qing's Dragon Scales at all.

Holding the gold brick, Xuan Qing chased after Tang San's head, greeting it with one brick after another while lecturing him as he struck.

"This brick is for your lack of martial virtue in launching a sneak attack."

"This brick is for cheating with hidden weapons."

"This brick is for your self-righteousness."

"This brick... never mind, I just wanted to smack you."

"You!"

Tang San wanted to curse, but with a bang, another brick slammed into his forehead.

He was beaten until his head was covered in bumps and bruises. He tried to use Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape, but Xuan Qing's speed was too fast—a pure, numerical crushing.

Tang San grew anxious.

He spotted an opportunity and thrust his Eight Spider Lances toward Xuan Qing's cheek, where there were no Dragon Scales covering the skin, making the defense slightly weaker!

"Sshhh!" The spider lance sliced across his cheek, leaving a bloody trail.

Tang San let out a maniacal laugh: "Hahahaha! You've lost! My Eight Spider Lances are poisonous, highly toxic!"

Xuan Qing looked at him with the gaze one might reserve for a fool. He snapped his fingers, and the wound on his face healed instantly, not even leaving a scar.

Tang San's smile froze completely. The poison was his trump card for a surprise victory, yet it had been utterly useless.

Xuan Qing raised both hands, and azure-colored lightning danced within his dragon claws.

He held his hands above his head, and a massive lightning orb over three meters in diameter successfully condensed, flickering with light and crackling loudly.

Xuan Qing pushed his hands forward, and the lightning orb smashed toward Tang San.

Tang San used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge, but the lightning orb flew toward the six people behind him.

Dai Mubai and the others had just climbed to their feet, and their faces turned green when they saw the lightning orb.

Tang San's expression changed drastically: "Get out of the way!"

But it was too late.

Just as the lightning orb was about to strike, Xuan Qing suddenly appeared behind Tang San and kicked him in the back, sending him flying into the pile of six.

"Off you go!"

Tang San collided with the six of them, rolling onto the ground. Xuan Qing waved his right hand, and the rainwater on the field gathered into a ten-meter-long, lifelike water dragon.

Xuan Qing brought two fingers together and pointed forward: "Heavenly Flood Surge, go!"

The water dragon roared as it charged toward the ground beneath the seven people.

Xuan Qing lifted his two fingers: "Divine Flood Dragon Soaring Clouds, rise!"

"Boom!" The ground exploded, and a massive pillar of water shot into the sky. The seven of them screamed within the water column, tossed about until they were dizzy and disoriented.

As the water column dissipated, the seven lay on the ground, soaked to the bone, their clothes tattered and hair disheveled, looking as if they had been spun in a tumble dryer for dozens of cycles.

Although they hadn't suffered serious injuries, their images were completely ruined, and all their masks had fallen off.

In particular, the three girls—Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu—had their clothes soaked and clinging to their bodies, feeling so embarrassed they wanted to die.

The spectator stands were deathly silent. It was too fast; one against seven, and it had only been two minutes at most.