The East Window Incident

Seeing this, let alone the others, even Cen Yu himself was stunned.

Wasn't he chanting the Heart Calming Mantra? Logically, the effect should have been to make these people from Heaven Dou Royal Academy lose their desire to fight.

What was the meaning of them clutching their heads and screaming in agony? Could it be that he chanted the wrong mantra? Or were these people's distracting thoughts so heavy that the Heart Calming Mantra had the opposite effect?

Watching Yu Tianheng and the others clutching their heads in splitting pain, they were on the verge of collapse.

Dugu Bo anxiously shouted toward the arena: "Yanyan!"

The teacher from Heaven Dou Royal Academy also hurriedly said to the host, who was the referee: "We forfeit!"

If this continued, not only would they be unable to break Cen Yu's attack, but Yu Tianheng and the others would also suffer fundamental damage from this sustained mental assault.

Hearing this, the referee nodded.

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy forfeits! I announce! Martial Soul Hall Academy is the winner!"

As the words fell, Cen Yu stopped chanting the Heart Calming Mantra and slowly opened his eyes.

"My apologies, I didn't intend for you all to suffer so much."

With a wave of the youth's hand, the Lotus Platform and the Miao Shi Heavenly Maiden instantly dissipated behind him.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

Immediately after, even more enthusiastic cheers erupted.

"He! He actually wiped out the entire Heaven Dou Royal Academy team with just one move???"

"Isn't that guy only a Soul Grand Master? He's actually this strong; once he grows up... Heavens! I dare not even imagine it!"

After a long while, Yu Tianheng and the others finally crawled up from the ground, looking at Cen Yu with fear.

A monster...

After returning to their lodging, the Shrek group immediately gathered to discuss the upcoming matches.

Dai Mubai sighed: "I thought we could use Yu Tianheng and the others' battle today to study Hu Liena and Xie Yue's Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

"I didn't expect Cen Yu to appear halfway through; those three Soul Kings from Martial Soul Hall didn't even make a move."

Tang San nodded: "Now, it's not just those three Soul Kings we need to be wary of."

What was terrifying was that his Purple Demon Eye could not see through Cen Yu at all.

This meant that the guy's mental power level was definitely not lower than his own.

"If we face Martial Soul Hall in future matches, my combat effectiveness will be greatly compromised."

"If we don't take out Cen Yu and give him the chance to launch an attack, not only will my Purple Demon Eye be affected, but I fear none of you will be spared either."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu asked worriedly: "Brother, can't even your mental power suppress him?"

Tang San shook his head.

The group looked toward Yu Xiaogang, who had been silent the entire time.

But ever since he returned, he had been frantically flipping through books, completely ignoring everyone else.

Liu Erlong and Flender exchanged a glance, looking at Yu Xiaogang with complex expressions.

"Xiaogang..."

It would have been better if they hadn't called out; the moment they did, the man exploded.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head and said urgently: "Erlong, it actually wasn't a trick! Those were two thousand-year soul rings?"

"How is that possible! How can a Soul Grand Master possess two thousand-year soul rings? How did he absorb them?!"

And what kind of martial soul was that? Why had he never seen it before, not even a trace of it in any records?! Why?

Seeing this, although Tang San was also troubled, he still spoke up to comfort Yu Xiaogang: "Teacher, since Cen Yu is Martial Soul Hall's hidden trump card, it's normal that we don't know about him."

"A hidden trump card..." Hearing Tang San's words, Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself several times.

"Yes... yes, that must be it!"

He suddenly grabbed Tang San's hand: "San, this must be a difficult problem Bibi Dong has set for me! You must win the match later!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, looking at Yu Xiaogang in disbelief.

Ning Rongrong asked incredulously: "Master, what did you say?"

Did she hear that right? Master was telling Third Brother that he must win the match against Martial Soul Hall???

Not to mention the fact that Cen Yu had taken out those seven people from Heaven Dou Royal Academy in one move today.

Were those three Soul Kings supposed to be easy to deal with? Or did the other three Soul Ancestors not exist?

Dugu Bo also frowned as he spoke: "Even if the little monster has talent, he is only a Soul Ancestor."

"Asking him to win against three Soul Kings—are you sending him to his death?"

But Yu Xiaogang acted as if he hadn't heard what the two said, gripping Tang San's hand tightly.

The scene shifts to the Worship Hall.

A man and a woman kneel on the ground.

The man is named Li Wuming, and the woman is named Wang Xiao; both are veteran Spirit Douluo of the Martial Soul Hall.

The two then kowtow before Qian Daoliu.

"Great Elder... we beg you to uphold justice for us! The Pope has gone too far!"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu knits his brows: "What is the matter? Rise and speak."

But Li Wuming does not rise; instead, he painfully pulls out a bag of Gold Soul Coin and lowers his head: "Great Elder... my son, Li Kai, was killed last night at the Martial Soul Academy."

"Eyewitnesses pointed out that the person who killed my son was none other than the Pope's newly accepted disciple, a fellow named Cen Yu."

"He wanted my son's spot in the Soul Master Elite Tournament, and just because my son exchanged a few words with him, he... he left my son with no remains, Great Elder..."

Wang Xiao cries out: "Great Elder... afterwards, the Pope not only silenced everyone, but even... even brought out this bag of Gold Soul Coin to humiliate us..."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu slams his hand against the table: "Presumptuous!"

Does Bibi Dong truly think of the Martial Soul Hall as her own property? To be this reckless, allowing even her disciple to run wild in Martial Soul City.

Just then, a voice drifts in from outside the door: "Is that so? What they say may not necessarily be the truth."

Qian Renxue walks in, her face veiled, and bows slightly to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu looks at the two kneeling figures: "You two may withdraw for now. Once the facts are verified, I will naturally provide you with an explanation."

Hearing this, Li Wuming and Wang Xiao exchange a glance, look at Qian Renxue, and can only grit their teeth and nod before retreating.

"This subordinate takes their leave..."

After they leave, Qian Renxue removes her veil and glances disdainfully in the direction they departed.

"Grandfather, I fear those two were not telling the truth."

"I have seen Cen Yu; that fellow's martial soul is of the same quality as the Six-Winged Angel. Judging by his age and current Soul Power Level, he should also be innately level twenty."

"Earlier at the tournament, the divine aura radiating from him was overflowing. I could feel it; it is not even inferior to the Six-Winged Angel."

"Therefore, I do not believe he would commit such an act. Either that, or there is some hidden story."

She values talent; even if this talent is by that woman's side, so what?

A god-level martial soul should ultimately stand with another god-level martial soul.

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu frowns: "Innately level twenty? Divine attribute..."

He had not expected that, despite his vigilance, Bibi Dong would manage to get there first and take Cen Yu as her disciple.

Why had not a single shred of information reached the Worship Hall before now?

"Enough. Whatever the truth may be, I must see him in person to know."

"Besides, those two are owed an explanation."

He raises his hand and pats Qian Renxue on the shoulder: "Xiaoxue, you still have much to learn..."