Form Sword with Qi, Shocking the Entire Arena

Chu Hao only scoffed at Xie Yue's provocation.

If the two of them came at him together, that would save him the trouble.

The moment Chu Hao's words fell, an uproar swept through the scene, and everyone began discussing it heatedly.

Who was Xie Yue? He was one of the two kings of their combat arena, his strength on par with Yan's.

If Yan was the hot-blooded king of the combat arena, able to bring people the most direct kind of passion, then Xie Yue was a cold-blooded god of slaughter.

Almost everyone who fought him was defeated in a single move, and his methods were extremely ruthless, leaving an indelible shadow in his opponents' hearts.

None of them had expected this kid to be so arrogant. After accepting Yan's challenge, he still dared to provoke Xie Yue. He was truly arrogant beyond belief.

He really was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

"Brother, don't..."

Seeing that Xie Yue was about to accept the fight, Hu Liena hurriedly grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with pleading.

"Nana, don't worry. I won't stoop to his level."

Looking at Hu Liena's pleading gaze, Xie Yue took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

He did want to teach Chu Hao a lesson, but he did not want to make Hu Liena sad.

"Xie Yue, leave this kid to me. I'll vent Nana's anger for her."

"Kid, get your ass up here!"

Yan had seen everything happening below. He roared directly at Chu Hao, and a violent aura erupted from his body, completely igniting the passion in the arena.

"Mighty Flame King! Invincible Flame King..."

Everyone present shouted at the top of their lungs, cheering for the king in their hearts and pushing the atmosphere to its peak.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Hao had already become the target they all wanted to suppress.

Because this kid had no regard for anyone, was arrogant and conceited, and had been rude to their goddess, Hu Liena.

A madman like him deserved to be brutally beaten by their king.

And amid the crowd's cheers, Yan's morale surged to the absolute limit.

"All bark and no bite!"

Listening to everyone's shouts, Chu Hao smiled disdainfully.

With a leap, he landed lightly on the stage and met Yan's gaze.

His cold eyes made Yan and everyone present feel extremely displeased.

"Smash him! Smash him! Smash him..."

The moment Chu Hao leapt onto the stage, the crowd once again shouted at the top of their lungs.

The thunderous cries shot straight into the clouds, drawing more and more people over to watch the battle.

Among them were Yue Guan and Ghost, as well as the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who happened to be passing by.

"Kid, don't say I bullied you. I'll give you three moves first."

"Now, show your martial soul."

Listening to everyone's shouts, Yan enjoyed it immensely. He raised both hands flat and pressed them down slightly.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

This was Yan's charm in the combat arena.

"Old Ghost, who do you think will win?"

Yue Guan looked toward the stage and asked with great interest.

"What do you think? Don't tell me it could be this kid." Ghost said helplessly.

"That's not necessarily true." Yue Guan smiled charmingly.

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see."

Hearing Yue Guan's answer, Ghost's pupils narrowed slightly.

He had spent decades with Yue Guan and understood him far too well.

If he did not have some basis for it, he probably would not say something so outrageous.

It seemed this disciple taken in by His Holiness the Pope was somewhat extraordinary.

"My martial soul is used to kill people. You're not worthy!"

Chu Hao replied coldly, and a towering killing intent erupted from his body.

Whether it was Yan, Xie Yue, Hu Liena, everyone present, or Yue Guan, Ghost, and Golden Crocodile Douluo in the shadows, all of them were shocked!

What astonishing killing intent!

Was this really a youth who looked only eleven or twelve years old?

It was simply hard to believe!

"Hahaha, I'm not worthy!"

"Kid, you're way too arrogant!"

Yan sensed the killing intent erupting from Chu Hao. Suppressing the fear welling up inside him, he threw his head back and laughed wildly, as though using it to vent the terror in his heart.

Then, a mass of crimson flames ignited around him.

Immediately after, a towering figure wreathed in blazing fire appeared on the arena, raising the surrounding temperature by more than a dozen degrees.

This was Yan's martial soul: Flame Lord.

The moment two yellow and two purple soul rings floated into view, the temperature at the scene had already climbed past fifty degrees.

The stones beneath Yan's feet were scorched black by the roaring flames.

It was clear just how powerful Yan's martial soul was.

"Kid, show your martial soul. This is my final warning."

After completing his dazzling transformation, Yan shouted with domineering grandeur, like a fire god descending to earth.

The crowd, who had originally been affected by Chu Hao's killing intent, grew fired up once more under his imposing presence.

Their king had grown even stronger.

"I said, you're not worthy!"

Chu Hao was not affected in the slightest, replying coldly.

"Arrogant!"

Seeing that Chu Hao had witnessed his strength and still dared to act so wildly made Yan furious beyond measure.

Weren't you arrogant?

Then I'll let you see just how terrifying my strength really is.

"First Soul Skill: Hell Magma Rush."

Yan's first yellow soul ring lit up. He threw a punch, and a surge of crimson magma burst forth, spraying out violently.

Below the arena, Hu Liena saw that Chu Hao still had not summoned his martial soul and was merely standing motionless where he was. She was so nervous that her heart leaped into her throat.

As for the spectators present, they waited in high spirits, as though victory was already right before their eyes and Chu Hao was about to lose.

As for Ghost, who was hidden in the shadows, he was already prepared to act at any moment.

Although he did not know what Chu Hao's martial soul was, what his soul power rank was, or whether he could withstand Yan's first soul skill, Bibi Dong had already given an absolute order: he had to protect Chu Hao's safety.

Since that was the case, he had to take every possible factor into account.

Even if it meant showing himself and interrupting this seemingly hopeless, unreasonable challenge.

But just as the crimson magma was about to smash into Chu Hao's face and Ghost was preparing to act, Chu Hao finally moved.

He used his hand as a sword, pressing his middle and index fingers together. Raising his hand, he pointed into the air, and a dark-red killing sword qi appeared out of nowhere, slicing the incoming magma in two and sending it drifting past on either side of him.

Hiss...

Everyone present stared at the unbelievable scene before them and sucked in a cold breath.

What had just happened?

With a casual point of his finger, this kid had conjured a streak of dark-red light.

And Yan's first soul skill had been broken just like that.

Such a mystical move left everyone in disbelief.

Could this be his martial soul?

But that was far too strange.

They had not seen any soul rings at all.

Of course, everyone's shock was mainly built on ignorance. They simply had no idea what Chu Hao's move just now represented.

But Yue Guan, Ghost, and Golden Crocodile Douluo, who were hidden in the shadows, knew very clearly what had just happened.

"O-Old Chrysanthemum, I... I didn't see that wrong, did I?"

"Isn't... isn't that Sword Dao Chen Xin's specialty, Form Sword with Qi?"

Ghost stammered in shock.

"Mm. There shouldn't be any mistake. That's exactly what it looked like."

Yue Guan was also completely dumbfounded, stunned senseless by Chu Hao's move.

What the hell!

He had seen a ghost in broad daylight!

"No wonder Her Holiness wanted to take him as her disciple. With comprehension and talent like this, he's incredible!" Ghost exclaimed.

"Yes. His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff really did have a discerning eye for talent," Yue Guan said bitterly.

If Bibi Dong had not appeared back then, this boy would have been his disciple.

What rotten luck!

"Form Sword with Qi, a heaven-defying talent. No wonder Qian Daoliu came out of seclusion and clashed head-on with Bibi Dong. It seems he was the root of it all."

"Whether keeping this boy in Martial Soul Hall is a blessing or a curse, who can say?"

While Yue Guan and Ghost were still reeling in shock, Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed, then turned and left.

It seemed the outcome of the duel before them had already been decided.

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