Descendant of the Qian Family, What Do You Mean?

"No... don't!"

"Get back! Get back inside me!"

Porcupinefish Douluo frantically drove his will, trying to force his martial soul back into his body.

But it was no use!

Once the martial souls emerged, it was as though they no longer had anything to do with their owners!

No matter what they did, they could not retract them!

And not only that!

Terrifying cracks continued to spread across the surfaces of the martial souls!

"Crack—!"

An incomparably crisp shattering sound suddenly rang out behind the six elders!

The six phantom martial souls behind them trembled violently!

Fine cracks spread rapidly across the martial souls like spiderwebs!

"No... no!!"

Porcupinefish Douluo's pupils constricted as he let out an utterly shrill scream!

He could clearly feel the connection between himself and his martial soul rapidly breaking apart!

Decades of cultivation, decades of bitter training, decades of the glory of a Titled Douluo... was it all about to vanish just like that?!

"No!!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were also bloodshot, his effeminate face twisted beyond recognition!

He desperately tried to circulate his soul power, trying to stabilize his martial soul!

But no matter how hard he tried, it was futile!

That terrifying force clung tightly to his martial soul like a parasite gnawing at the bone, continuously corroding and shattering it!

"Pfft—!"

At last, all six phantom martial souls exploded at once!

They turned into countless tiny specks of light and scattered in the wind!

"Ah—!!"

The six elders all let out miserable screams!

A martial soul was linked to a soul master's very essence.

The pain of a shattered martial soul was a hundred times worse than physical injury!

Their bodies convulsed violently as they spat out blood, crashing heavily to the ground like kites with severed strings!

"No... my martial soul... my Titled Douluo cultivation..."

Porcupinefish Douluo collapsed onto the ground, his fat body shaking violently, his face filled with despair and agony!

He could clearly feel his soul power rank plummeting at terrifying speed!

Ninety-third rank... ninetieth rank... eighty-ninth rank... eighty-seventh rank...

Like a roller coaster, it plunged all the way down!

In the end, it stopped at the seventy-third rank!

Soul Sage!

From a ninety-third-rank Titled Douluo, he had fallen directly to a seventy-third-rank Soul Sage!

A full twenty ranks lost!

And—

With his martial soul shattered, he would never be able to return to the rank of Titled Douluo for the rest of his life!

"No... impossible..."

Porcupinefish Douluo muttered blankly, his eyes hollow as though he had lost his soul.

Titled Douluo... that had been the pursuit of his entire life, the height he had reached only after decades of striving, and the foundation of his standing on Douluo Continent.

But now... it was gone because of a single sentence from that youth?!

This was even more unbearable than killing him!

And it was not only Porcupinefish Douluo!

The other five elders had suffered the same fate!

Chrysanthemum Douluo fell to the seventy-first rank, Ghost Douluo fell to the seventy-seventh rank, Ghost Leopard Douluo fell to the seventy-eighth rank...

Without exception, every one of them had fallen from Titled Douluo to Soul Sage.

And with their martial souls shattered, they would have no possibility of advancing ever again in this lifetime.

The six elders collapsed limply to the ground, their faces ashen and their eyes hollow.

They had lived for so long—what storms had they not weathered?

Yet the scene before them today had utterly shattered every last psychological defense they possessed!

One sentence...

Just one sentence...

Had crippled the martial souls of all six Titled Douluo!

This... was a god?!

The entire venue fell deathly silent!

A pin could have been heard dropping!

Everyone stood frozen in place.

Their eyes were wide, their mouths agape, staring fixedly at the six figures slumped on the ground.

The expressions on their faces shifted from shock, to horror, and then to... utter numbness.

Six Titled Douluo...

Had been crippled just like that?!

Because that youth had spoken three sentences?!

The first made them kneel.

The second dispersed their soul power.

The third shattered their martial souls.

Three sentences...

And the martial souls of six Titled Douluo had been completely shattered just like that?!

Was... was he even human?!

Just as the six elders were lost in despair.

"Buzz—!"

A faint ripple spread through space.

Qin Zheng's figure abruptly vanished from where he stood!

The next second!

"Whoosh—!"

He had already appeared before the six elders!

An utterly terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Qin Zheng's body!

Like an ancient divine mountain crashing down!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The six elders had already suffered grievous injuries from the shattering of their martial souls. Under that terrifying pressure, they could endure no more!

Their bodies uncontrollably slammed down onto their knees!

Their heads hung low!

They did not even have the courage to raise their heads and look directly at Qin Zheng!

Overwhelming terror washed over them like a tide, utterly drowning them!

"You dared to attack me and nearly harmed Spirit Hall's inheritor," Qin Zheng said slowly. "Had it not been unintentional, and had you not been elders of Spirit Hall..."

He paused, and a trace of icy cold flashed through his black eyes.

"Today, merely crippling your martial souls would not have been enough."

"Today, I have crippled your martial souls."

"Do you submit?"

As his words fell.

The six elders shuddered violently.

Submit?

How could they refuse?!

Their martial souls had been crippled.

They had fallen from Titled Douluo to Soul Sages, with no possibility of ever advancing again in this lifetime.

What could they do even if they refused?

Could they really risk their lives against this ancestor?

Wasn't that courting death?!

The six elders looked at one another, each seeing bitterness and despair in the others' eyes.

In the end, Porcupinefish Douluo was the first to speak.

He struggled to raise his head, his face filled with humiliation and unwillingness, yet he had no choice but to bow it again.

"Anc... Ancestor is wise..."

"We... submit..."

His voice was hoarse, laden with utter grievance and shame.

But he had no choice but to submit.

Once there was a first, there came a second.

"Ancestor is wise... We submit..."

"We... willingly accept punishment..."

The six elders kowtowed in unison.

Their voices trembled, carrying extreme humiliation and reverence.

They had completely submitted.

Before absolute strength, all resistance was futile.

Hearing this, Qin Zheng withdrew his gaze. He did not look at them again, instead turning his eyes toward the distance.

More precisely—

Toward the enormous angel statue at the far end of the plaza.

At some point, a figure had appeared there.

It was a young man, handsome in appearance, with a faint smile on his face.

The Grand Worshipper, Qian Daoliu!

No one knew when he had arrived. He stood before the angel statue, quietly watching everything unfold.

He had neither stopped Qin Zheng from crippling the six elders' martial souls nor stepped forward to offer himself for Qin Zheng's use.

He simply stood there in silence, like a spectator.

Qin Zheng looked at him, a trace of amusement flashing through his dark eyes.

"Young descendant of the Qian family."

His calm voice slowly rang out.

"You gathered several Titled Douluo worshippers here, yet neither stopped me from crippling their martial souls nor offered yourselves for my use..."

"What do you mean by this?"

BOOM!!

Those words exploded across the plaza like a thunderclap!

Everyone abruptly turned their heads and looked toward the angel statue!