Douluo: No More Pretending, Qian Renxue Is My Wife

Caught off guard, the three of them were taken completely by surprise.

Coupled with the storm-like assault, it was simply too fierce.

Before long, the three were battered dizzy by the rain-like barrage of nunchucks, collapsing to the ground and covering their faces with both hands.

The Peach-eyed Woman in particular—what was most important to a woman went without saying. Naturally, it was her face.

So she pressed her face against the ground, exposing her back.

Even as the rain-like strikes landed on her head, back, and buttocks, she still protected her face.

This kind of attack speed was not something ordinary Soul Masters could withstand.

And it had come without warning.

That was precisely what Qian Ye had aimed for: surprise. At first, his Nunchaku Martial Soul appeared to be only a meter long.

Yet once the meter-long nunchucks activated a soul skill, they instantly surged in every direction. Within a radius of one hundred and fifty meters, everything was filled with afterimages of nunchucks.

Anything within that hundred-meter range became a target for the nunchucks.

Naturally, Bibi Dong, Ghost Demon, and Yue Guan, seated above, were also within range.

However, all three were Title Douluo. They had already activated defensive skills, allowing them to withstand the overwhelming attack of nunchucks.

Yue Guan and Ghost Demon were both greatly surprised.

Originally, neither of them thought much of Qian Ye's Nunchaku Martial Soul, but upon witnessing its attack power, they immediately looked at it in a new light.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly as she gazed at the nunchucks in Qian Ye's hands. Suddenly, she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, a hint of amusement appearing in her eyes.

"Your Holiness, this kid is something else! Not only does his Nunchaku Martial Soul possess such explosive power, its ranged attacks can reach nearly one hundred and fifty meters."

Yue Guan smiled. "And its attacks are fierce and unexpected. If an ordinary Soul Master fails to defend in time, all they can do is take the beating."

Bibi Dong smiled faintly at his words but said nothing.

Ghost Demon did not speak either, though he nodded, thinking that he ought to spar with Qian Ye someday.

Yue Guan had the same thought.

But for now, it was not their turn to step in.

Within thirty seconds, the attack came to a halt.

Qian Ye swept his gaze over the three of them. The Peach-eyed Woman was already lying face-down on the ground, completely motionless.

He understood that as a Support System Soul Master, she had no offensive ability. Without anyone to protect her and without any defense, she had naturally been knocked unconscious and injured by his fierce assault.

He then looked at the Gray-clothed Youth. He was in much the same state as the Peach-eyed Woman, unconscious as well.

Finally, Qian Ye looked at the Scar-faced Man. Though he too had fallen to the ground, he had not completely passed out.

Whoosh~

Suddenly, the Scar-faced Man sprang up from the ground and flashed to the side. The fifth black soul ring on his body lit up, radiating brilliantly.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Blade After Blade, One Blade After Another! Blades Turn Heaven and Earth, Blades Like Rain, Blades Like Wind, Blades Like Demons and Ghosts!"

Qian Ye's expression shifted slightly. He had not expected the Scar-faced Man to skip his fourth soul skill and immediately unleash his fifth.

He was bringing out all his trump cards. He was taking this seriously.

With a glance, Qian Ye saw blade shadows sweeping toward him from every direction like a heaven-turning tornado.

At the same time, they carried a pitch-black, sinister aura.

With such powerful offensive capability, even Soul Masters of the same rank would be unable to block it.

Unless their defense was exceptionally strong.

"Invincible Golden Body!" Qian Ye unleashed his defense. The flashing blades that struck his body were all reflected away.

"This..."

The Scar-faced Man's face turned deathly pale.

This was his trump card. If even this could not injure Qian Ye, then his defeat was certain.

Three small throwing knives appeared in his hands once more.

Qian Ye took a step forward. His right hand flickered, and the Little Li Flying Dagger skill was executed flawlessly through the throwing knives.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

Swish, swish, swish~

The blades pierced flesh, bursting forth three sprays of blood. A hole appeared in his forehead.

Another hole opened in his chest, piercing straight through to the outer garment on his back.

The final blade landed in the center of his abdomen, boring another hole through it.

Blood flowed continuously from the wounds.

He was beyond saving.

The Scar-faced Man stared at Qian Ye with wide, unclosing eyes, filled with terror.

"Ha... hahaha~"

Then he laughed. "Good... dying at the hands of a powerful opponent is better than dying at that madwoman's hands."

Qian Ye understood that the madwoman the Scar-faced Man spoke of was Pope Bibi Dong.

From his tone, it was clear that he feared her deeply.

Thud~

The Scar-faced Man fell to the ground, his life force gone.

"Old Ghost, his throwing knives are too fast!" Yue Guan said in disbelief.

Ghost Demon narrowed his eyes and examined the little fellow Qian Ye anew. Then he nodded. "Interesting."

A smile suddenly blossomed on Bibi Dong's face as she looked at Qian Ye as though she had discovered some extraordinary treasure.

She settled back in her seat, holding her scepter in one hand and resting the other on the armrest. "Qian Ye, you have not disappointed me."

Qian Ye looked directly at Bibi Dong, not secretly pleased by her praise.

He knew exactly what he was capable of. He had no need for anyone else's approval.

"Teacher Bibi Dong, is that all?" Qian Ye spoke first.

Yue Guan's expression changed. "What is it, kid? Not satisfied?"

Qian Ye smiled. "Chrysanthemum Douluo, I wasn't talking to you, so could you stop interrupting?"

Five Years Later ### Yue Guan's expression darkened after hearing Qian Ye's words.

Then he remembered that Qian Ye belonged to Qian Daoliu and regained his composure. "Kid, not satisfied?"

Satisfied with your ass!

Qian Ye smiled. "What a joke. Why should I be satisfied with you?"

Yue Guan was left speechless.

No matter what, he was Bibi Dong's left guard and a Title Douluo.

Although he was meek and submissive before Bibi Dong—she could beat him, scold him, or even kill him, and he would not dare make another sound or say another word—

Others were different.

Aside from Qian Daoliu and the Second Elder, Yue Guan regarded no one else highly.

Naturally, Qian Ye was no exception.

Bibi Dong remained seated, making no move to stop their verbal clash.

Ghost Demon stayed silent as well, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Yue Guan said no more and turned his gaze toward Bibi Dong. "Your Holiness, this kid is rather fiery. How about I go teach him some manners?"

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment before saying, "You may leave."

Yue Guan was somewhat disappointed by Bibi Dong's response.

Ghost Demon and Yue Guan exchanged a glance and bowed.

"Yes!"

Then the two flashed away and vanished from the courtyard.

Only after they had left did Bibi Dong look seriously at Qian Ye.

She looked at him.

Just like that, she looked at him.

She stared at him without blinking.

Qian Ye looked at her too, looking at her, just like that.

The two stared each other down, neither willing to yield.

"Qian Ye, come here!" Bibi Dong was still the first to speak.

If I go over just because she tells me to, wouldn't that make me look pathetic?

Qian Ye still walked over. It was not because he feared her, but because he wanted to show her something.

He slowly approached Bibi Dong and stopped in front of her, meeting her gaze without the slightest fear.

Bibi Dong saw no fear in his eyes.

That made her even more interested, and intensified her desire to conquer him.

"From now on, you will follow me," Bibi Dong said first.

Qian Ye did not smile. He was very serious, very solemn.

Slap~

Suddenly, a handprint appeared on Bibi Dong's face.

Before she could react, Qian Ye flashed away and dashed out through the door.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at the little fellow who had vanished beyond the doorway. She had never imagined it—truly never imagined it—that Qian Ye would slap her.

She had not expected this little fellow to dare sneak attack her.

Once Bibi Dong came back to her senses, she was furious, utterly enraged. Her eyes turned red.

Her chest rose and fell violently.

"You little bastard, just you wait!" Bibi Dong finally roared.

Qian Ye had already reached the street. Recalling what he had just done, he took a deep breath.

To be honest, when he raised his hand and struck Bibi Dong's fair cheek, it felt like touching a tiger's ass—something one simply did not do.

Five years later.

Drip, drip, drip~

Outside the bedroom, rain poured down in torrents.

A handsome youth lay on the enormous bed.

He stood one meter seventy tall, with eight-pack abs across his stomach.

Qian Ye opened his eyes and smiled faintly. Looking out the window, he saw that it was raining outside.

"Five years!"