The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Evil by Nature

Huyan Zhen stepped aside, leaving the battlefield to Huyan Li.

Level 37 against level 19—how could he lose?

If he lost even this, how would that differ from Huyan Zhen breaking through to become a Titled Douluo someday, only to be one-shot as cannon fodder?

Seeing that his opponent still was not making a move, Huyan Li forcefully slapped his chest and grinned. "Come at me. Let me see what gives you the confidence to challenge me."

"Honestly."

The pages in Xu Qianqian's hand gently flipped, and gusts of light wind rose across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, countless wind blades struck at Huyan Li from every direction.

"What?!" The pain of the wind blades striking his body made Huyan Li's expression change drastically.

"First Soul Skill: Copper Wall and Iron Bastion!"

His body began to swell, his muscles tightening. The wind blades struck all over his body as if hitting iron, producing a series of clanging sounds.

"I... I underestimated you!" Huyan Li roared as vast soul power surged around his body.

"Second Soul Skill: Mammoth Might!"

An aura like that of an ancient beast rose from him. He swung both arms with force, dispersing the wind blades before charging forward at tremendous speed.

His heavy fist smashed toward Xu Qianqian, but she nimbly dodged it. Then came a second punch, a third punch...

The dense barrage of fists was like bullets. Each blow that struck the ground kicked up clouds of dust and flying stones.

Yet Xu Qianqian seemed able to predict Huyan Li's attacks in advance. She dodged a step ahead every time, rendering nearly all of Huyan Li's attacks ineffective.

"Too strange. Even an agility-type soul master shouldn't be this fast."

Ning Fengzhi frowned in thought. There was a gap of nearly twenty levels between them.

Qian Renxue beside Ning Fengzhi also fell into thought. She vaguely had a guess, but was not certain of it.

With Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo here, Xue Qinghe had no way to release his domain to confirm it.

"Third Soul Skill: Death Crush!"

Xue Qinghe and the others watching had not affected the battle. After repeated failed attacks, Huyan Li finally became enraged, and his purple thousand-year soul ring lit up.

Like a war stomp, Huyan Li raised his right foot, intending to use the ground to spread out his vibrating soul power.

"It's already over."

A soft voice rang out. Huyan Li's body suddenly stiffened, and even the flow of his soul power slowed. His descending right foot landed limply on the ground.

The defense around Huyan Li's body almost completely vanished. His martial soul reverted to its initial state, and he stumbled to the ground.

"You... what did you do?"

His face was filled with shock. His muscles throbbed with pain, yet he had no idea why this had happened.

Xu Qianqian's gaze remained calm as she explained, "There are meridians within the human body through which soul power circulates, passing through certain specific acupoints."

"As long as some of them are affected, it can influence the effectiveness of a soul master's soul power release, and can even harm the soul master himself."

Huyan Li did not understand a word Xu Qianqian was saying, but he truly could barely move now.

It was like being put through a day of training by his grandfather, leaving his entire body feeling as though it had fallen apart.

Xu Qianqian looked toward Huyan Zhen, who had come over to check on Huyan Li, and said, "Senior Huyan Zhen, your grandson's soul power has merely been disrupted a little. There will be no lasting effects. He'll recover after resting for around half an hour."

"I won this match, right?"

"Grandfather, I..." Huyan Li also got to his feet, his expression utterly dejected.

A level 37 Soul Elder losing to a level 19 soul master was simply humiliating. More importantly, he still had no idea how he had lost.

"Li, you didn't lose." Huyan Zhen's voice turned soothing as he placed a hand on Huyan Li's shoulder.

"How could my grandson lose to a mere level 19 soul master? No one can defeat Li. At least, not today."

As he spoke, the ground suddenly shook. It was like a low-altitude sonic boom, deafening to the ears.

Huyan Zhen moved with incredible speed, like an arrow released from its bow. He instantly arrived before Xu Qianqian and ruthlessly threw a devastating punch.

Xu Qianqian was startled as well.

Huyan Zhen, who had just been comforting Huyan Li, was actually attacking to silence her.

Though she had considered this possibility, it was still difficult to imagine that the head of one of the Lower Four Sects could be so shameless.

"First Soul Skill: Thousand Winds!"

Dense walls of wind appeared, blocking Huyan Zhen's advance. At the same time, after Huyan Zhen broke through these wind walls, they transformed into various soul beasts.

The soul beasts were made of Thousand Winds, their outlines simple, yet they could unleash all manner of attacks.

Though they were still shattered by a single punch, they bought Xu Qianqian some time.

Xu Qianqian turned into a streak of light and flew into the sky.

Huyan Zhen, already massive in build, nearly choked with rage when he saw the figure hundreds of meters above him.

Level 19 and she could fly? With so many skills, did that make any sense?

However, when he noticed Xu Qianqian's soul ring again, he suddenly froze. "Impossible... it's actually a ten-thousand-year soul ring!"

"Oh my, have I been found out?" Xu Qianqian looked down at Huyan Zhen from above.

If she had not reacted quickly just now, the instant his soul power pressure touched her, she would probably have lost her disguise and reverted to her original state.

If Ning Fengzhi and the others saw what she really looked like, that would be the real trouble.

Thus, while maintaining her appearance as much as possible, she simply could not spare the attention to disguise her soul ring again.

But as long as her appearance was not exposed, what did the rest matter?

Everything about her was fake anyway. Could they find her based on a single ten-thousand-year soul ring?

"I really didn't expect this." Xu Qianqian's voice was cold. "The dignified master of the Elephant Armor Sect is actually such a despicable man."

"What did you say?!" Huyan Zhen's eyes reddened with fury.

He had completely cast aside all dignity.

Unable to kill the culprit yet, this Rank 89 Soul Douluo was so enraged that his face twisted beyond recognition.

"I was clear enough. Do you need me to say it again?"

"Look at your grandson!" Huyan Zhen abruptly turned toward Huyan Li.

There, Huyan Li was being held in the jaws of a pale-green creature four or five meters long.

Two more bizarre creatures of the same type stood beside it.

The outlines of these strange creatures somewhat resembled the Gale Wolf Kings from the auction house.

"Master Huyan, you wouldn't want your grandson to die right now, would you?"

"What do you want? Let A-Li go." Huyan Zhen was trembling all over, his breathing growing rapid.

"I wasn't the one who broke the agreement. You were." Xu Qianqian's voice remained indifferent. "You can try and see whether you're faster, or whether I can kill your grandson faster."

"Despicable!"

These creatures that resembled Gale Wolf Kings possessed the cultivation of Soul Ancestors, and there were three of them. After the recent battle, his grandson had already lost his ability to fight and was now being held hostage.

"Despicable?" Xu Qianqian sneered.

"Master Ning, could you please judge this fairly for me? Master Huyan disregarded all martial ethics and attacked a junior like me. Isn't that even more unreasonable?"

As Xu Qianqian's words fell, Huyan Zhen's pupils contracted.

Not long afterward, several figures emerged from a concealed thicket.

"You..."

Huyan Zhen felt his head buzzing. He had thought what he did was flawless.

He never expected this bunch of sneaky bastards had been watching in secret. Could all of this have been a trap?

A trap set specifically for him, intended to ruin the Elephant Armor Sect's reputation. The more Huyan Zhen thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Ning Fengzhi was a businessman. Businessmen valued profit above all else—what wouldn't they do?

"Damn it! You actually plotted against me, you innately evil Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"