Inheriting the Holy Son Title, Tuoba Xi of the Holy Dragon Sect Issues a Challenge

He stepped onto the platform one foot at a time. Ahead of him stood Pope Qian Xunji and Holy Maiden Bibi Dong, who had been waiting for a long time.

Holy Maiden Bibi Dong held the crown, waiting for the moment Jiang Qingyu would be crowned.

"Beautiful... too beautiful!"

Ning Tianya sighed in admiration.

This man does not belong to this era. Ning Fengzhi was utterly shocked.

This man's appearance would leave the geniuses of this era unable to raise their heads.

Even Tang Hao, one of the Clear Sky Twin Stars, would be eclipsed.

As a fellow practitioner of the sword, Chen Xin sensed the sword intent emanating from Jiang Qingyu.

A swordsmanship genius?

He wanted to see for himself.

Tang Chen's feelings were complicated. His original plan to use seduction now seemed impossible. Looking at the young Tang Yuehua, he saw that she had already been captivated by the other man.

Seduction? I'd say Tang Yuehua has already been won over.

When he reached the highest platform, Bibi Dong held up a tray.

Resting on it was the Holy Son's crown. Forged from pure gold and inlaid with tiny sapphires, it had white feather ornaments hanging from both sides.

Qian Xunji looked at Jiang Qingyu and was momentarily captivated by his appearance as well. He had to admit it—he was simply breathtaking.

Qian Xunji took the crown Bibi Dong was holding and looked at Jiang Qingyu.

"Jiang Qingyu, in my capacity as the current Pope, I hereby declare... that you are the Holy Son of Spirit Hall!"

"Are you willing?"

Qian Xunji's resounding voice echoed throughout the entire plaza.

"I am willing!"

Jiang Qingyu agreed without hesitation.

Qian Xunji solemnly placed it upon his white hair with both hands. The golden crown rested atop his snow-white locks, with stray bangs hanging lightly over his forehead, adding several touches of sacred aloofness to his peerless face.

"We pay our respects to Lord Holy Son!"

Everyone from Spirit Hall bowed in unison, their voices shaking the plaza.

Guests from the various sects rose one after another, clasping their fists in congratulations, though their hearts churned like stormy seas.

An eighteen-year-old Soul Sage, peerlessly handsome, and receiving the full support of Spirit Hall—the heights this Holy Son might reach in the future were beyond anyone's easy estimation.

At that moment, A Yin, who was busy eating, suddenly froze. Seeing everyone around her bowing, she finally came to her senses and hurriedly bowed as well, calling out, "We pay our respects to Lord Holy Son."

One's mouth grew soft from eating another's food, and one's hands grew short from taking another's things.

She had eaten the most, so it would have been rather unjustifiable if she did not say anything.

For a moment, Bibi Dong could not tear her gaze away. So beautiful. I really want to have him.

"Dong'er, mind the occasion!" Qian Xunji reminded her with a light cough.

Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze and complained to Qian Xunji in displeasure. "Teacher, you have the nerve to say that? If you weren't so ineffective, would I be like this?"

Qian Xunji froze, then gave an awkward smile and chose to say nothing more.

Everything else was fine, except that she loved to complain.

A teacher was not omnipotent. If he could, he would have dearly loved to have them marry immediately.

Jiang Qingyu looked at the crowd. "Welcome, everyone. From this day forward, I am the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. If any of you wish to challenge me, you may raise it now. There is no age limit!"

As his cool voice fell, the entire venue erupted.

Qian Xunji's eyes widened. "Since when was that a rule?"

Bibi Dong raised a brow and smiled. "Teacher, I added it myself. Wouldn't this let everyone see Qingyu's strength?"

Qian Xunji said helplessly, "Am I the Pope, or are you the Pope?"

Bibi Dong spread her hands. "Of course you are, but I'll be the Pope's wife in the future."

"Oh? What confidence. How can you be sure you'll win Qingyu over?" Qian Xunji said with a smile.

"Just wait and see. I'm confident. If that doesn't work, I'll force him!" Bibi Dong snorted softly.

She had already developed a highly effective aphrodisiac poison. All that remained was to test it.

Under a great reward, there would surely be brave men!

Very soon, a Soul Sage powerhouse from the Holy Dragon Sect stepped forward: Tuoba Xi!

"I'll do it!"

Tuoba Xi's muscular body rose to its feet. With a leap, he landed in the center of the plaza.

"Tuoba Xi of the Holy Dragon Sect, a level seventy-three Soul Sage, wishes to give it a try!"

Tuoba Xi clasped his fists in salute.

"Good!"

Jiang Qingyu descended to the ground, grabbed the cloak at his neck, and flung it away with a sweep of his arm.

Flames wreathed his entire body. A cry from a flame phoenix rang out as Jiang Qingyu's Flame Phoenix Sword appeared in his hand.

One yellow, one purple, and five black soul rings appeared, stunning the entire audience.

"A thousand-year second soul ring and a ten-thousand-year third soul ring!"

Ning Tianya thought he was seeing things.

Tuoba Xi, standing where he was, was already dumbfounded.

Good heavens!

A thousand-year second soul ring and a ten-thousand-year third soul ring? How is that possible?!

The words had already been spoken, and he had shouted the loudest just moments ago. Now, he could only grit his teeth and go through with it.

"As expected of Lord Holy Son."

Tuoba Xi activated his soul power, and the White-armored Earth Dragon martial soul emerged. Beneath his feet appeared two yellow, two purple, and three black soul rings.

He had to focus one hundred percent.

The next moment, Tuoba Xi fused with his martial soul. His body began to swell, hard scales covering his surface as both hands transformed into sharp dragon claws.

His entire presence changed completely.

Among the Lower Four Sects, the Holy Dragon Sect's White-armored Earth Dragon martial soul was unquestionably among the best.

"Third Soul Skill, Holy Dragon Amplification!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Twin-Claw Rend!"

Empowered by his third soul skill and with his fifth soul skill making his arms even thicker and stronger while greatly increasing his attack power, Tuoba Xi burst forward directly.

"Holy Son, take this!"

Jiang Qingyu simultaneously unleashed his second and third soul skills. With Bloodburn's enhancement, he activated Feather Blade Storm once more, turning the sword into countless burning feathers and raising its attack power again.

Countless burning feathers swept toward Tuoba Xi like a storm.

Tuoba Xi began to slow. After sprinting only five meters, he had no choice but to stop and begin blocking the feathers.

The heat of the feathers scorched his arms and body, and those seemingly ordinary feathers possessed astonishing sharpness.

Tuoba Xi had never imagined Jiang Qingyu could use his martial soul in such a way.

"Second Soul Skill, White Armor Protection!"

A barrier spread across his entire body. He had thought it would effectively mitigate the attack, but it was completely shattered in mere moments.

Even Tuoxi Qi, the Holy Dragon Sect's sect master, was astonished.

White Armor Protection was an extremely powerful defensive soul skill, yet it had been broken so quickly.

"Brother Tuo, it seems your son may be in for some suffering."

The speaker was Huyan Bo, sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect.

"Brother Hu, there is no need to worry. Since my son has lost, there is nothing more to say." Tuoxi Qi was not angry.

Under the relentless assault, Tuoba Xi activated his sixth soul skill, White Dragon's Fury.

White flames blazed over Tuoba Xi's entire body. A powerful shockwave surged skyward, scattering all the surrounding feathers.

At that moment, Tuoba Xi did not pause. He charged rapidly toward Jiang Qingyu.

"First Soul Skill, Dragon-Breaking Strike!"

His right fist gathered power, then under everyone's watchful eyes, he smashed it forward with tremendous force.

Jiang Qingyu did not dodge. He steadily caught it with a single sword, and his feet never moved.

Instead, Tuoba Xi was scorched by the Flame Phoenix Sword's searing heat. When he tried to break free, he discovered that he was stuck to it. The scorching heat left him in unbearable agony.

A Yin, who was eating cake while watching the show, wrinkled her nose. "What smells so good? Is it some kind of draconic beast meat?"