Douluo: Shocked, the Most Beautiful Bride Qian Renxue!

Luo Zixuan and her companion followed closely behind.

Watching Li Jiutian's retreating figure, the crowd broke into a flurry of discussion:

"Who exactly is this young man? To think he dares to challenge Yang Hu!"

"Yang Hu is a Soul Douluo! Isn't he just walking to his death?"

Hearing the clamor of these discussions, Luo Zixuan replied indifferently, "Li Jiutian!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the scene was shocked!

"He is actually that peerless genius from Spirit Hall!"

"Yang Hu's good days are numbered!"

After the elderly blacksmith finished speaking, he set down his hammer and headed toward Spirit Hall as well.

The news of Li Jiutian's arrival in Gengxin City exploded instantly!

Upon hearing that he had come to deal with Yang Hu, the crowd became even more excited.

People dropped their work and converged together in the direction of Spirit Hall!

The center of Gengxin City.

Spirit Hall.

The exterior of the hall was constructed entirely of pure silver and gold bricks, appearing incredibly luxurious.

The interior was even more magnificent, filled with a regal air.

Even though it was merely a small branch hall in Gengxin City, its construction rivaled that of the main Spirit Hall in Spirit City.

One could only wonder how much of the common people's blood had been drained to build this Spirit Hall!

At this moment, Yang Hu was in his private quarters, enjoying himself with two beautiful women.

"Father, I've been beaten!"

Yang Zhen pushed open the door, clutching his swollen, pig-like face as he wailed.

"You useless brat, don't you know how to knock before entering!"

Yang Hu hurriedly pulled on his trousers and cursed.

The two women on the bed put on their undergarments and tactfully exited the room.

Yang Hu stood one meter seventy tall, with a belly larger than a soccer ball.

Though he was a Soul Douluo, he had neglected his training, long addicted to wine and women, leaving his body hollowed out.

"Father, I was beaten for no reason by some little brat on the street!"

"He doesn't even hold you in any regard, and he even insulted Spirit Hall!"

"He said Spirit Hall is nothing but a fart, and that he could wipe it out with a wave of his hand!"

Yang Zhen added fuel to the fire as he complained.

"Hmph!"

"Since I took office, no one has ever dared to oppose this Chief Instructor!"

"Gather the men. I'm going to make an example of him and show these lowly commoners of Gengxin City who really runs this continent!"

No sooner had Yang Hu finished speaking than a series of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the door.

"What a grand Spirit Hall you have here!"

"You two beasts certainly know how to enjoy yourselves!"

Li Jiutian walked to the doorway and said coldly.

"Fa... Father, this is the brat who hit me!"

Yang Zhen's eyes were filled with terror as he shouted.

"And these two young ladies, you don't look like locals!"

"Would you like to have a drink with this Chief Instructor and discuss life and ideals?"

Yang Hu ignored Li Jiutian entirely, staring straight at Luo Zixuan and her companion.

He had never seen such stunning beauties and was itching to pounce on them right then and there!

"Like father, like son. You old fool, you truly don't know what death is!"

Luo Zixuan let out a cold snort.

Just as Yang Hu was distracted, a wisp of golden flame appeared at Li Jiutian's fingertip, which he then flicked toward Yang Zhen!

"Ah!"

"Father, save me!"

A shrill scream instantly echoed throughout the room.

Flames suddenly erupted, engulfing Yang Zhen's body.

"Son!"

Yang Hu snapped back to his senses and splashed a pot of tea from the table onto him.

However, the golden flames refused to be extinguished; instead, they burned even more fiercely.

One minute later.

Yang Zhen was reduced to nothing but charred remains.

Yang Hu could only watch helplessly as his son was burned alive.

"Who exactly are you, and why are you so vicious?"

Yang Hu roared.

"Chief Instructor, let's take this outside!"

"This room is too small to properly stretch my limbs!"

After saying this, Li Jiutian led the two women toward the door.

"What arrogant nonsense. There are over four thousand soldiers in this hall!"

"With a single command from me, they will hack you to pieces!"

Yang Hu said with a sinister sneer.

"Oh?"

"Then go ahead and give the order. Let's see if they listen to you or to me!"

Li Jiutian stopped in his tracks, a faint smile flickering across his lips.

"Soldiers, hear my command! Hack that man to death!"

Yang Hu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yet, the soldiers stood as if they hadn't heard a thing.

"Are you all deaf?"

Seeing the soldiers remain unmoved, Yang Hu yelled again.

"Tell this fool loudly who I am!"

Li Jiutian's expression turned cold as he led the two women to the main entrance of the Spirit Hall.

Immediately after, the soldiers erupted into a thunderous roar:

"Long live the General of Heavenly Might!"

"Long live the General of Heavenly Might!"

"Long live the General of Heavenly Might!"

"...!"

"He... he is actually Li Jiutian!"

"Why didn't I hear any news that he had come to Gengxin City?"

Yang Hu's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor.

He knew deep down that given Li Jiutian's temperament, he would not escape death today.

Li Jiutian was one of the people Yang Hu least wanted to encounter.

After all, it was only a short while ago that he had killed the Platinum Bishop.

Yang Hu never expected that the blade would fall upon his own neck today.

If not for Yang Zhen's provocation, Li Jiutian might not have discovered the evil deeds of this father and son.

He would likely have gone straight to the Blacksmith Association, invited Lou Gao out, and returned directly to Spirit City.

One could only say that the father and son were truly unlucky, though they certainly deserved their fate.

Two Spirit Hall soldiers forcibly dragged Yang Hu and threw him out at the main entrance of the Spirit Hall.

Outside the gate, tens of thousands of citizens had gathered.

"Yang Hu, give me back my daughter's life!"

"You beast, you deserve a miserable death!"

"General of Heavenly Might, killing this scum outright is letting him off too easily!"

"..."

The clamor of the citizens' curses and weeping was endless.

"Yang Hu, do you hear that?"

"You have truly committed every evil act imaginable; heaven itself cannot tolerate you!"

Li Jiutian's expression darkened as he slowly walked toward him.

"I beg the General of Heavenly Might to give me one more chance!"

"I was blinded by greed for a moment, which is why I committed such a grave mistake!"

Feeling himself enveloped by killing intent, Yang Hu began to kowtow and beg for mercy.

"I give you a chance?"

"Those girls who died miserably at your hands—did you ever give them a chance?"

Li Jiutian walked up to him and let out a cold snort.

"Go to hell!"

Seeing that there was no hope of survival, Yang Hu suddenly pulled a Poison Blade from his robes and lunged at him!

"You still dare to play such petty tricks in front of me? You're courting death!"

"Third Soul Skill, Air Cut!"

A sonic boom erupted in the air as Li Jiutian used Teleportation to appear directly behind him.

"Bang!"

He then kicked Yang Hu, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Yang Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, scrambled to his feet, and roared:

"I am a Soul Douluo!"

"Killing you is as easy as turning over my hand!"

"Seventh Soul Skill, Avatar of Spirit!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain!"