Battle Qiangu Zhangting

On the other side, inside the largest conference room on the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu and Qiangu Dongfeng sat opposite each other.

Two top-tier Spirit Masters were also seated beside them.

However, these two Spirit Masters were merely standing to the side with apologetic smiles.

Facing these two power-wielders, they dared not be the least bit careless.

The footage playing in the conference room was divided into four screens.

Displayed within were Qiangu Zhangting, Chen Zhou, and a boy and a girl.

One of these two was a disciple of Zhang Geyang.

The other was a disciple of the mysterious final Vice Pagoda Master.

This boy and girl were around thirteen or fourteen years old, and their strength was by no means weak.

Both of them possessed cultivation levels of approximately three rings.

At this moment, facing the crazily rampaging century-level spirit beasts, they were both able to suppress them with ease.

However, their performance was far inferior compared to Chen Zhou and Qiangu Zhangting.

Qiangu Zhangting held his Coiling Dragon Staff, a terrifying Evil Dragon coiling around his body.

As his aura surged, the power of his three rings erupted, and the century-level spirit beasts charging at him were easily slaughtered.

As for Chen Zhou, there was no need to even mention him.

A single spirit skill had instantly slain three century-level spirit beasts.

Furthermore, Chen Zhou was currently roaming frantically through the riotous Spirit Ascension Platform.

It was clear he was searching for the traces of others.

Not only did Leng Yaozhu notice this, but Qiangu Dongfeng noticed it as well.

Watching this youth who belonged to his own Qiangu Clan, Qiangu Dongfeng's expression remained very calm.

Yet, no matter how calm the look on his face was, the fingers tapping against the table betrayed his somewhat restless mood.

"This is the top genius among the collateral branches of your Qiangu Clan. I intend to adopt him as my foster son after this is over."

Leng Yaozhu's gaze was fixed on Qiangu Dongfeng; her tone carried a hint of a smile, but her words were filled with mockery.

It was no secret that Qiangu Dongfeng liked her; it was practically common knowledge.

The Qiangu Clan had even secretly spread rumors.

As long as Leng Yaozhu was willing to bear an heir for Qiangu Dongfeng, she could become the future successor of the Spirit Pagoda.

Therefore, Leng Yaozhu's words at this moment were clearly meant to taunt him.

Is this not a member of your Qiangu Clan, and is he not to be my foster son?

Shouldn't that mean he ought to become the future successor of the Spirit Pagoda?

Listening to Leng Yaozhu's sarcastic remarks, Qiangu Dongfeng's expression remained calm.

His face remained devoid of joy or sorrow, but his eyes shifted to the youth who was currently sprinting forward.

"Quite interesting. I never expected that such an outstanding disciple could emerge from the collateral branches of my Qiangu Clan. To have the strength of two rings at only six years old."

"Following this trend, by the time he is the same age as Zhangting, perhaps his strength will have reached four or even five rings?"

As Qiangu Dongfeng spoke, his gaze shifted toward his own direct grandson.

The boy's strength was not weak; in fact, having three-ring strength at his age already qualified him as a genius.

However, due to the fusion with the Evil Dragon spirit soul, he had delayed his cultivation for a long time.

Thus, his current strength could only be described as top-tier among his peers, but not the absolute best.

Listening to Qiangu Dongfeng's unhurried words, Leng Yaozhu merely smiled without speaking.

She believed Chen Zhou was a smart person.

Such clever children were the best at assessing the situation.

Since he understood that the Qiangu Clan—or rather, the main line of the Qiangu family—could not possibly pour their support into him, he would not harbor any unrealistic fantasies.

Defecting to her, or rather, standing firmly on her side, was Chen Zhou's best choice.

This event could be considered his pledge of allegiance.

Forget about whether he was a foster son or not; as long as Chen Zhou could display sufficiently high talent and strength, she, Leng Yaozhu, would not mind sparing no effort to cultivate him, allowing him to contend with the Qiangu Clan in the future.

As for the bloodline issue you mentioned, don't make me laugh.

This is the Douluo World; the thing this world cares about the least is kinship and bloodlines.

Direct relatives are one thing.

Between collateral branches separated by several generations, where would such a thing as bloodline sentiment even come from?

Inside the Spirit Ascension Platform, Chen Zhou's speed was equally swift, tiny droplets of water condensing around his body.

Relying on these water droplets and his perception of the water element, he quickly pinpointed the locations of soul beasts and other humans.

Unfortunately, Chen Zhou did not find Qiangu Zhangting, but instead ran into a girl.

This girl had long, azure-blue hair.

Seeing Chen Zhou approach, a trace of vigilance flickered in her eyes.

Yet, alongside that vigilance, there was even more astonishment.

They had been scattered to different locations, and even she did not know how Chen Zhou could have found her so easily.

But before the girl could speak, Chen Zhou's figure arrived at her side in the next second.

The youth's fair left hand reached out, his palm instantly transforming into a massive, water-colored scythe.

Then, in the following second, the youth swung the water scythe downward.

The terrifying power arrived too quickly, compounded by the destructive force surging within the scythe.

The girl was struck before she could even react, her body instantly dissolving into points of light.

Feeling a massive influx of spiritual power entering his body, Chen Zhou's face remained devoid of any expression.

His feet tapped lightly against the ground as he continued to sprint toward another location.

Their strength was generally around the three-ring or four-ring level, so the challenges arranged for them were not difficult.

There were very few thousand-year soul beasts here; most were merely berserk hundred-year soul beasts.

Even if there were some powerful eight or nine-hundred-year soul beasts, they posed no great difficulty for Chen Zhou.

Although Chen Zhou's target was Qiangu Zhangting, he did not spare a single one of the deputy tower masters or Spirit Master disciples he encountered.

The second person he encountered was a young man.

The opponent was around ten years old, and his strength had also reached the three-ring level.

The two of them barely exchanged a glance.

As Chen Zhou initiated with another teleportation to arrive at the opponent's side, it was likewise a matter of a single strike.

Outside, watching his disciple being struck down, one of the Spirit Masters wore an unsightly expression.

However, he did not speak, merely watching in silence.

At this stage, it was clear that Chen Zhou was already very close to Qiangu Zhangting.

There was almost no distance left between the two of them.

This time, not only did Chen Zhou sense the presence of Qiangu Zhangting, but Qiangu Zhangting also sensed Chen Zhou.

Feeling that terrifying Evil Dragon Power, Chen Zhou's footsteps did not falter in the slightest.

He cast a brief glance over his shoulder, and the massive Water Dragon Martial Soul behind him let out a thunderous dragon roar toward the sky.

This dragon roar came quite abruptly.

It caused Qiangu Zhangting, who had also intended to intimidate the other with dragon might, to freeze for a split second.

But before he could react, Chen Zhou's figure had already lunged toward him.

The youth condensed two long swords in his hands, with terrifying destructive power spreading wildly across the blades.

Watching Chen Zhou charge toward him, Qiangu Zhangting's expression also stiffened.

Three purple soul rings crashed down around his body, and immediately, a terrifying power descended.