Refusing a Toast Only to Drink a Forfeit!

"Insolence!" The high-ranking member of the Soul Temple, who had been suppressed, was nearly driven mad with rage. To be subdued by a mere glance from a little girl's Lifebound Summoned Beast, even if the little girl's grandmother was the Vice Hall Master of the Soul Temple, even if the little girl's grandfather was the Soul Temple master, was no excuse for him to be unable to even stand up. "Chen Ying'er, can't you even control your Lifebound Summoned Beast?"

As they spoke, a huge, blood-red vertical pupil appeared behind this high-ranking member of the Soul Temple, using the pressure of Eighth Order Magical Beast to counteract Ye Qingcang's Killing Intent intent, allowing this high-ranking member of the Soul Temple to regain his mobility and prevent him from continuing to be embarrassed.

Then, directly in front of the blood-red vertical pupil, tiny red dots of light slowly gathered, but were temporarily stopped in the next second.

"Don't do it..." The high-ranking member of the Soul Temple gritted his teeth, trying to calm his Lifebound Summoned Beast. His eyes twitched slightly. Normally, he would have killed this humanoid Lifebound Summoned Beast claiming to be Ye Qingcang, but considering Ye Qingcang was Chen Ying'er's Lifebound Summoned Beast, he could only swallow his anger. "The Soul Temple concedes defeat in this match; Chen Ying'er, take your summoned beast and come with me to see your grandmother!"

"Why should I?" Although Chen Ying'er didn't have the temper of a spoiled princess, she wasn't a pushover either. Her Lifebound Summoned Beast was a special entity, a summoner's closest companion throughout their life. She wouldn't be foolish enough to criticize her Lifebound Summoned Beast for the sake of an outsider. "Hey, your name is Ye Qingcang, right? Don't listen to him. Even if you can break our soul contract, that's a matter for later. Right now, help me defeat Sister Yuan Yuan. Leave the rest to me!"

"I enjoy working with straightforward people."

"It's settled then."

"You're going to win, right?"

Ye Qingcang snapped his fingers to confirm again.

"That's right, I'm going to win!" Chen Ying'er nodded, turning her gaze away from the others' reactions and focusing instead on Wang Yuanyuan, who was carrying a large shield. "Can you beat Sister Yuanyuan?"

"This shouldn't be a question..." Ye Qingcang said calmly, one hand in his pocket. The golden barrier and rock pillars that Wang Yuanyuan had been smashing for so long without breaking slowly sank into the ground, causing Wang Yuanyuan to retreat warily and create distance. "It should be a statement!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Wang Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with anger, but even more so with calmness. "In a battle, no one has the certainty of victory. Strength doesn't guarantee a win..."

"I don't deny what you said."

"But just like you might choke to death while eating, choke to death while drinking water, or even die suddenly from a heart attack without doing anything."

"A one percent probability is still a probability."

Even a one in ten thousand probability is still a probability.

"A probability of one in a billion is still a probability."

"But given the difference in our abilities, what are your chances of defeating me, and will I give you that opportunity?"

No one saw when Ye Qingcang walked up to Wang Yuanyuan!

Just as no one saw clearly how Ye Qingcang grabbed Wang Yuanyuan by the neck!

Even Wang Yuanyuan herself didn't realize what was happening.

The previous second of consciousness was spent in stubbornness.

The next second before I regained consciousness, I was already having trouble breathing.

The Juling God's Shield in his hand weighed as much as a thousand pounds.

Consciousness gradually faded until he fell into a coma.

"Unfortunately, you didn't seize the slim chance of defeating me." Glancing at the countdown on the screen, Ye Qingcang released his grip, letting the unconscious Wang Yuanyuan slump onto the cold Metal Arena. "Referee, is the final result still uncertain?"

"Huh?" The referee, slow to react, only just realized what was happening. Wiping away cold sweat, he went up to the stage to check on Wang Yuanyuan's condition, and then announced, "Warrior Wang Yuanyuan has lost her ability to fight. This match is won by Summoner Chen Yinger!"

The Warrior Training Ground were completely silent.

The battle started strong but ended weakly, with many twists and turns.

In the early stages, things were alright. Chen Ying'er and Wang Yuanyuan exchanged a few real blows. Chen Ying'er's agility and Wang Yuanyuan's speed and strength, especially the way the two girls dodged and weaved, were eye-opening for the audience, including Long Haochen. In the middle stages, although the momentum waned slightly, Ye Qingcang, an unprecedented humanoid summon beast, and moreover, his Lifebound Summoned Beast, was summoned. Wang Yuanyuan, wielding the Juling God's Shield, couldn't break through his defenses for a long time, and the clanging and banging made it less boring. However, in the later stages, Wang Yuanyuan was instantly killed by Ye Qingcang with a throat lock. Neither Wang Yuanyuan nor the audience saw it clearly, so it felt like a promising start but an anticlimactic ending. In particular, the conflict between Ye Qingcang and the higher-ups of the Soul Temple, where even Eighth Order Magical Beast were summoned, suddenly stopped for some reason, leaving the audience scratching their heads in frustration.

"Alright, the little trouble has been resolved. Now, it's time to deal with the next little trouble..." Ye Qingcang pointed to the pink heart-shaped pattern floating on his forehead. Before he could make a move, his pure black eyes gradually turned cold. Looking at the crystal ball in the hands of the Soul Temple's higher-ups, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It seems that some people don't want me to break the contract smoothly."

"Lifebound Summoned Beast is extremely important to a summoner..." A high-ranking member of the Soul Temple toyed with the crystal ball used for communication, employing both soft and hard tactics. "Our Soul Temple cannot allow you to do anything to your Lifebound Contract based on your own opinion, nor can we allow our Soul Temple one Chen Ying'er, to take such a risk because of your own words. Therefore, I have to stop you. If you insist on doing so..."

As he spoke, he raised the crystal ball.

This is an attitude.

This is also a warning.

"I haven't sent the message yet..." The high-ranking official of the Soul Temple's gaze was resolute. Ye Qingcang was Chen Ying'er's Lifebound Summoned Beast, so he could tolerate Ye Qingcang's Ye Qingcang and threats. However, he absolutely could not tolerate Ye Qingcang breaking the Lifebound Contract, because even the slightest possibility of harming Chen Ying'er would be unbearable for him. "But the message has already been written. The moment I even think of it, this message will reach the Vice Hall Master of our Soul Temple. The Vice Hall Master is a Ninth Order summoner, so I hope you will reconsider!"

Ye Qingcang sighed, too lazy to argue with this short-sighted person.

Turning back to look at the silent Chen Ying'er, he asked, "Do you agree with his point of view?"

Chen Ying'er touched the handle of the small parasol.

It seems this action gives her courage.

Hesitantly, he raised his head and looked at Ye Qingcang.

He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words. After a moment of mental blankness, he managed to squeeze out a weak, lifeless sentence. "Actually, Grandma is a very good person, and I want to take you to meet her..."

"Let's be blunt... You don't agree to terminate this Lifebound Contract!" Ye Qingcang disliked beating around the bush and got straight to the point. He then put the Nine Sons of the Dragon bracelet he usually played with back on his wrist and slowly stretched his limbs. "A cultured person will always respect the choices of others, even enemies... So, I respect your choices, but I also want you to respect my opinion!"

Qiu Yonghao, then the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple, stood up.

As the person with the highest status and power among the Six Great Temples present, he was qualified to respond on behalf of the others.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingcang disliked listening to such self-righteous nonsense. "I know that the 'favored ones' you speak of are geniuses with innate Spiritual Power above ninety, which, in our terms, is equivalent to Innate Soul Power level nine or above. You don't want me to break the Lifebound Contract Lifebound Contract because you're afraid that doing so will harm this genius. You're just a bunch of frogs in a well; in your understanding, breaking Lifebound Contract is impossible, and even if it were possible, there would be an unknown price to pay. Moreover, even if I guarantee it, you won't believe me because your thinking is already fixed. Under these circumstances, no matter what I say, you won't listen. Even if I try to resolve this peacefully, even if I'm willing to strive for peace with humility, you, who consider yourselves strong, will still not back down... Ultimately, hoping to achieve peace through mutual understanding between people is too unrealistic. Please forgive my God of Kindness for giving you the opportunity to take advantage!"

The primordial spirit manifests, with the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes!

The Four Symbols manifest, and the Eight Trigrams revolve!

After three sublimations, he was comparable to Super Douluo of level Level 98. Although the fourth sublimation was not perfect, he was comparable to Limit Douluo of level 99, and even slightly surpassed the Limit!

"You can send a message now."

"Pass it on to the Vice Hall Master of the Soul Temple."

"There are others."

"Those who don't want to be my enemies, those who don't want to die, can leave now."

"One minute."

"I'll give you one minute."

"In one minute, everyone who remains here will bear the brunt of my wrath as a price for some of you who have gone too far."

Ye Qingcang stood there empty-handed.

His tone became increasingly calm.

They ignored the laughter of the high-ranking officials of the Six Great Temples.

They also ignored the disdain coming from the audience.

Sixty seconds later, my heart skipped a beat.

He opened his eyes, slowly exhaled, and looked at Long Haochen and the others who were still motionless. He shook his head regretfully. "Since that's the case, you can't blame me... Just try your best to survive. That's all I can say."

"Little brat, you're young, but you've got quite the nerve." Qiu Yonghao pointed to himself and laughed loudly, "Even I, Ninth Order, second-level Light Sword God of War, wouldn't dare say that. You're far too arrogant!"

"Your system is different from ours."

"Your little bit of Spiritual Power is equivalent to about one year of cultivation for Soul Beast. The threshold for the Ninth Order is 100,000 points of Spiritual Power, which is equivalent to a 100,000 Year Soul Beast."

"Ninth Order, Second Level?"

"Around 200,000 Spiritual Power."

"Equivalent to Soul Beast of two hundred thousand years."

"Equivalent to a level 95 Super Douluo."

Qiu Yonghao's pupils contracted instantly. A powerful force pressed down on his head, slamming him hard onto the ground. He even pierced through the high platform and fell onto the Metal Arena, which was now covered in cracks. In the instant that the churning flesh transmitted pain signals to his central nervous system, he had already lost consciousness!

The last moment of consciousness and memory was an unfinished sentence. "And a level 95 Super Douluo stood before me..."

Fortunately, someone listened to the rest of his sentence for him!

Warrior Training Ground, which turned into ruins in the blink of an eye!

On a scrapped Metal Arena!

Beside the trembling Chen Ying'er!

Amidst everyone's stiff smiles and stares!

Ye Qingcang released his grip expressionlessly. Qiu Yonghao, the Temple Master of the Warrior Temple, Ninth Order, second-level Light Sword God of War, landed headfirst on the cracked Metal Arena, his fate unknown. Only Ye Qingcang's voice broke the sound barrier, making it so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "Not even as good as an ant!"

Layers of air waves slowly spread out.

From beginning to end, no one could see how Qiu Yonghao lost, just as no one could see Ye Qingcang's actions and moves.

It's like a frame skipping.

They are still in the previous frame.

But reality has already progressed to the next frame.

Behind the drastically different art style lies a speed of action that surpasses the limits of human visual perception. The formula of speed = power is correct, but only one prerequisite is required: strong physical fitness.

If one's physical fitness is not strong enough, the body will be vaporized.

However, as long as one's physical attributes are strong enough, combined with explosive power and relevant skills, beating up Qiu Yonghao, Ninth Order second-tier Light Sword God of War comparable to Super Douluo, is just a piece of cake.

Walking + pressing down on someone's head + returning to the starting point = Qiu Yonghao's defeat.

It's that simple.

At most, his walking speed was a bit fast, more than 5,300 meters per second.

At most, it's just that other people's heads don't move, so you can grab them and take them back.

At most, I bumped into things on the way back and accidentally bled a little.

There are no tricks, nor are any tricks needed.

There are no moves, nor are there any moves needed.

Even if you have ten thousand skills, what good are they?

Can you react to a punch or a palm strike?

"Humans are just so despicable!" Ye Qingcang muttered to himself, speaking slowly and deliberately, just like before he made his move. Like a dangerous yet alluring villain, he elegantly pinched Chen Ying'er's cheek. "When I trampled a Ninth Order- tier, second-level Light Sword God of War under my feet, all those opinions vanished without a trace... You wouldn't listen to reason, so why bother?"

Is that all?

They were too scared to say a word because of you!

Chen Ying'er trembled as she endured Ye Qingcang's not-so-strong kneading.

Her grandmother was only a Ninth Order summoner.

Her grandfather is still a Ninth Order summoner.

Even the Ninth Order warriors who are best at close combat were instantly killed. Even if her grandmother and grandfather came together, would they be able to rescue her?

"Or is there someone else with objections?" Ye Qingcang lowered his hand, releasing Chen Ying'er's small face marked with two finger marks. Waves of energy rippled outwards from beneath his feet and in front of him. To Chen Ying'er and everyone else, Ye Qingcang appeared motionless, with only a half-dead high-ranking member of the Soul Temple standing beneath his feet. But in Ye Qingcang's eyes, in a fraction of a second, he had merely made a round trip, bringing back the high-ranking member of the Soul Temple —who appeared to be the head of a branch temple—so fast that even the middle-aged summoner's Lifebound Summoned Beast hadn't reacted. "Don't worry, I'm not a bloodthirsty person. It's just that some self-righteous people use their shallow understanding to judge me... You don't really think my speed is slower than your fleeting thoughts, do you?"

The sound of Chen Ying'er swallowing was particularly jarring in the Warrior Training Ground.

Warrior Training Ground.

No one dared to move, no one dared to speak.

It was like a stage for Ye Qingcang alone, announcing his arrival to the world.