Five years later.
In front of Spirit City, Pope Palace! The wide square is already filled with the Spirit Hall Soul Master members of the younger generation.
If you put these people out there, they could almost all be considered geniuses.
But now, none of them dare to speak loudly.
Because at the front of the square, a young man wearing a black and gold robe was standing calmly under the stone steps with his hands behind his back.
The boy is about eleven years old, and his figure is already much taller than five years ago, and his face has lost some of its childishness.
However, when he stood there, he felt even scarier than five years ago.
Qian Renyuan, Spirit Hall The only Holy Son!
Bibi Dong is sitting on the papal throne, while Qian Daoliu and several worshipers are standing on the other side of the high platform.
Today's assessment is to select the leader of the younger generation of the Spirit Hall.
But everyone knows that as long as Qian Renyuan stands here, that position cannot belong to anyone else.
At this time, Yan finally couldn't help but take a step forward.
"His Highness the Holy Son!"
"I want to ask you for advice!"
As soon as these words came out, many people around him turned to look at him at the same time. Hu Liena's brows furrowed.
"Yan, are you crazy?"
Yan didn't answer. Of course he knew that Qian Renyuan was very strong. He already knew it five years ago.
But in the past five years, he has never slacked off.
Spirit Hall's best training resources, Death Canyon's repeated life and death training, plus the strong physique Flame Lord Martial Soul brought him.
He does not seek to defeat Qian Renyuan.
As long as he can make Qian Renyuan take a serious shot, as long as he can force out the opponent's Martial Soul, he will be enough to prove his growth!
Thinking of this, Yan clasped his fists again.
"This subordinate knows that he is no match for His Highness the Holy Son."
"But if I don't even have the courage to take action, what qualifications do I have to stand at the forefront of the Spirit Hall younger generation?"
Hearing this, Qian Renyuan glanced at him.
"It makes sense."
"Let's take action."
Yan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes filled with ecstasy.
"Your Highness, I will use my full strength!"
"You better be."
Qian Renyuan still stood there, not even putting down his hands behind his back.
Seeing this scene, the excitement that just arose in Yan's heart instantly turned into dissatisfaction.
He knew he couldn't beat Qian Renyuan. But Qian Renyuan didn't even raise his hand. Wasn't he looking down on others too much?
"Flame Lord!"
Boom!
Red flames exploded from Yan's feet, his body expanded rapidly, and a layer of dark red magma lines appeared on the surface of his skin.
Soul Rings rose up one after another! The scorching air waves swept across the square, and the nearest young Soul Masters quickly stepped back.
Yan didn't hold anything back. He knew very well who he was facing. If he still thought about testing, he would be really humiliating himself.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Yan's legs exerted force, and his whole body was like a red-hot boulder, hitting Qian Renyuan head-on.
Every time you take a step, a crack will appear on the hard stone slab.
However, Qian Renyuan did not move. It was not until Yan's fist wrapped in magma came in front of him that Qian Renyuan finally raised his right hand.
Without releasing Martial Soul, he just spread his palm and pressed it lightly forward.
Bang!
The flames on Yan's body instantly exploded to both sides.
The fist that could smash the boulder suddenly stopped in front of Qian Renyuan's palm.
No matter how hard Yan tried, he couldn't move another half inch forward.
"How is this possible?"
Yan's eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
He could clearly feel that Qian Renyuan didn't even really grab his fist. But there was like a mountain lying in front of him!
No matter how many Soul Power he released, how Flame Lord Martial Soul roared, that palm never shook.
For a moment, Yan even doubted whether his five years of hard training was a joke.
"Only this much strength?"
Qian Renyuan asked.
"Of course not!"
Yan roared angrily, and several Soul Rings on his body lit up at the same time. Since the frontal force can't push it, let the flames burn through it directly.
But just when the flames were about to completely erupt, Qian Renyuan's five fingers suddenly closed together.
Click!
The lava armor on the surface of Yan's arms was shattered inch by inch.
The next second, Qian Renyuan pressed down casually.
Boom!
Yan fell to the ground on the spot, his chest pressed against the broken stone slab, and the flames on his body were completely extinguished.
From start to finish, it only takes a few breaths!
The area around the square suddenly became quiet.
Those who thought they had made great progress in the past few years just now shut their mouths.
Hu Liena also stared at Qian Renyuan's right hand.
She knew Qian Renyuan would win, but she didn't expect that Yan, who had grown to such an extent, couldn't even force Qian Renyuan out of Martial Soul!
This is no longer a question of whether the gap is big or not.
The two sides are not at the same level at all!
Not only Hu Liena, but also several college elders in charge of this assessment were speechless at this moment.
They had just checked Yan's Soul Power, and they also knew how heavy Yan's punch was.
If it were an ordinary Soul Master of the same age standing there, let alone catching it with only one hand, he would have been blown away by the oncoming wave of fire before his fist even touched it.
But what about Qian Renyuan? He did not release Martial Soul, did not reveal Soul Ring, and not even half of his robe was burned by the flames.
"Great Enshrined."
Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but look at Qian Daoliu, lowered his voice and asked, "Holy Son just used how much Soul Power?"
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment and finally shook his head.
"I didn't feel any obvious Soul Power fluctuations."
"What?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo pupils shrank. No obvious Soul Power fluctuations?
Did Qian Renyuan rely mainly on physical strength to suppress Yan just now?
Thinking of this possibility, Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Renyuan with even more satisfaction.
It is not difficult to see that in the past five years, Qian Renyuan has probably improved more than anyone imagined.
On the other side of the square, Xiao Wu slowly lowered his hands on his chest.
She originally felt that she had worked hard enough in the past five years, and even if she still couldn't break away from the contract, she could at least see Qian Renyuan's back clearly.
But now it seems that she still thinks too simply.
This person never stopped to wait for anyone.
"Are you convinced?"
Qian Renyuan lowered his head and asked. Yan's face turned red and he struggled twice, but he couldn't even stand up.
"Submit!"
"My subordinates are convinced!"
Qian Renyuan then retracted his hand. The power pressing on Yan disappeared instantly.
Yan got up from the ground, first glanced at his broken lava armor, and then knelt down on one knee.
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness!"
On the high platform, Bibi Dong looked at this scene with a smile on his lips.
In five years, Qian Renyuan brought her too many surprises.
Even she, the Pope, sometimes couldn't see how much her son was hiding.
But that's not important.
The stronger Qian Renyuan is, the more stable the future of the Spirit Hall will be.
And just when everyone was still immersed in the battle just now, a Cardinal suddenly walked quickly into the square and knelt on one knee at the foot of the stone steps.
"Report His Holiness the Pope, His Highness the Holy Son!"
"Suotuo City urgent report!"
Qian Renyuan raised his hand.
"Read."
"In the past two months, Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, nine Soul Master have lost most of their Soul Power for no reason, and three of them have become useless."
"According to the records sent by the Ye Family drug store, before the accident, these people had a conflict with a teenager whose right eye was covered with a black cloth."
"The boy used Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, First Soul Ring..."
Having said this, Cardinal obviously paused.
"What is it?" Bibi Dong asked.
"It's a ten-year white ring!"
Hearing this, many people in the square were stunned.
White First Soul Ring? This kind of waste can also destroy nine Soul Master in a row?
But Qian Renyuan laughed when he heard it, his right eye was covered with black cloth, Blue Silver Grass, ten years of white ring.
If these three conditions come together, who else can it be?
"Prepare the car."
Qian Renyuan turned around and walked out of the square. Hu Liena asked quickly, "Your Highness, are you going to Suotuo City?"
"Of course."
Qian Renyuan didn't stop, and the smile on his face became more obvious.
"Tang San, I haven't seen you for five years. I, Holy Son, would like to see how far you have grown now!"