Coming to Test My Sword

Meanwhile, on the official road several hundred li outside Longxing City.

"Wheeze... wheeze... inhale..."

A ragged middle-aged man reeking of stench limped along the roadside.

Yu Xiaogang's face was caked with dried mud, and his lips were cracked and peeling from dehydration. With every step, his raw, worn feet left faint bloody prints on the ground.

His Level 29 Soul Power had long since been exhausted. He could not even summon Luosanpao anymore.

Yet a burning obsession still filled his eyes.

"Longxing City... is right ahead... Xiaosan, your teacher is coming for you... This time, I'll definitely make it..."

The Grandmaster muttered as he dragged his nearly ruined right leg, staggering toward the majestic city at the edge of his vision.

However...

"Rumble!"

A thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the sky.

Yu Xiaogang stiffly raised his head and looked toward the clear blue sky behind him.

High above, nine Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Dragon soul beasts, their bodies blazing with dazzling golden light, pulled an enormous and lavish Golden Sedan Chair through the clouds, flying toward Longxing City with overwhelming arrogance and fanfare!

Several Titled Douluo-level experts vaguely escorted it through the air. Sacred angel feathers and violent Rakshasa evil energy shimmered against one another, staining half the sky with bizarre colors.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed into a muddy ditch by the roadside. Watching the sedan chair that represented the highest authority on the continent race past, he finally could not hold back his tears any longer.

"Spirit Hall... Bibi Dong... Qian Renxue..."

"Why... are you always faster than me..."

Inside the sedan chair, the space was as spacious as a moving luxurious palace.

Ye Yuan sat on a soft sofa, gently stroking the Primal Genesis Sword resting on his knee with his right hand.

"Xiaoyuan, what are you thinking about? You seem so absorbed."

Qian Renxue reclined gracefully on the other side. Her platinum miniskirt made her slender, fair legs appear even more dazzling.

She extended a jade-like finger and lightly flicked the blade's spine, producing a crisp ring of steel.

"I'm wondering just how far this sword's defense-piercing ability can go."

Ye Yuan answered honestly. He had no memories of the God War from his previous life now. In his eyes, he was merely a lucky person who had inexplicably risen from a useless martial soul to awaken twin god-grade martial souls.

He was filled with curiosity and eager excitement toward battle.

"Hehe, since Xiaoyuan wants to test it, the Defensive Clan is the best target."

Bibi Dong sat nearby, her dark purple cheongsam accentuating her mature, curvaceous figure.

She elegantly lifted a cup of tea and took a sip, her phoenix eyes filled with affection and gentleness.

"The Defensive Clan's Plate Armor Rhinoceros martial soul possesses unmatched defensive power. Their old clan leader, Niu Gao, is currently an eight-ring Soul Douluo. The outer walls of his residence, personally reinforced with his Soul Power, are as solid as bedrock. An ordinary assault-type Soul Ancestor could not even smash through the Dark Iron Stone Wall of their outer courtyard."

"You may only be Level 39 now, but you possess god-grade martial souls and three Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings. If you can use the Primal Genesis Sword to cleave through the sturdy defensive line maintained by a Soul Douluo's Soul Power in a single strike, it will prove that your Genesis Nullification trait can already bridge the gap of several major realms and forcibly erase the defenses of high-level experts."

Qian Renxue pouted somewhat unwillingly at that, then moved beside Ye Yuan and grabbed his arm.

"Xiaoyuan, Xue'er will watch from the side when the time comes. If that old turtle's shell is too hard, don't force yourself. One Angel Strike from Xue'er will help you figure out how to tear it apart. Even if he's a Soul Douluo, he won't last long against my sacred flames."

"Xue'er, what do you know, you silly girl?"

Bibi Dong shot Qian Renxue a sidelong glance, looking at her with an ambiguous smile.

"The Primal Genesis Sword's trait is to revert all defenses into primordial Soul Power. No matter how strong Niu Gao's defense is, it is still constructed from Soul Power. Xiaoyuan is going there to verify his martial soul's trait, not to show off. I brought so many people with me—do you think we need you to act?"

Qian Renxue secretly gritted her silver teeth and lightly kicked Ye Yuan's ankle beneath the table with her white-stockinged jade foot, muttering softly.

"Xiaoyuan, you'd better show some spirit and let certain women who love lecturing see that you don't need anyone fussing over you."

Caught between the two women, Ye Yuan could only smile wryly in silence.

However, as he looked at the white jade longsword in his hand, flowing with faint Primordial Light, a powerful fighting spirit rose within him as well.

With Level 39 strength, I'm going to directly challenge a wall defense personally reinforced by an eight-ring Soul Douluo?

I really want to see how many seconds a Soul Douluo's turtle shell can last against my Genesis Nullification.

Meanwhile, Longxing City.

As an important hub in the southern region of the Heaven Dou Empire, Longxing City's atmosphere today was strangely unnerving.

"Rumble!"

When the Golden Sedan Chair pulled by nine Ten-Thousand-Year Golden Dragons stopped above the city, the entire city was instantly placed under strict lockdown by Spirit Hall Holy Emperor Warriors and Holy Hall Knights.

The city's citizens and low-level soul masters all shut themselves inside, trembling with fear.

Before the massive gates of the Defensive Clan's residence, a dense mass of Spirit Hall elites had already surrounded the entire estate so tightly that not even water could pass through.

"People of the Defensive Clan, listen up! Hand over the wanted criminals Tang Hao, Tang San, and Gu Rong!"

A burly middle-aged man with a fleshy face stepped forward, eight Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—lighting up around him.

The Elephant Armor School's sect leader, the Soul Douluo Huyan Zhen!

He waved a massive hand and cursed loudly at the tightly shut gates of the Defensive Clan.

"Niu Gao, you stubborn old fool! Spirit Hall's holy procession has arrived, and Her Holiness the Pope and His Highness the Holy Son have come in person! If you still refuse to open the gates and surrender, then today, my Elephant Armor School will personally act and flatten your Defensive Clan!"

In this life, Huyan Zhen was eager to prove his loyalty before Spirit Hall. Especially after hearing that they had come to let the Holy Son Ye Yuan test his sword, he spared no effort in trying to take the lead and demonstrate his worth.

"Huyan Zhen! You Spirit Hall lapdog!"

Boom!

The tightly shut Heavy-Duty Dark Iron Gate burst open.

The Defensive Clan's sect leader, Niu Gao, strode out with dozens of equally burly direct disciples.

Niu Gao's eyes were red, and eight powerful yellow, purple, and black Soul Rings likewise flashed around him as he glared furiously at Huyan Zhen.

"In your previous life, your Elephant Armor School became Spirit Hall's cannon fodder and ended up destroyed. Yet in this life, you're still obsessed with it, shamelessly coming here to be their dog!"

"Previous life?"

Huyan Zhen froze for a moment, then a cruel, savage smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahaha! So you old ox were reborn with your memories too! Then you should understand even better that Spirit Hall is invincible in this life! The Grand Worshiper and Pope's Palace joined forces long ago. Your Tang Sect's cause is already finished!"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over that cripple Tang Hao and Tang San. Otherwise, today will be the day your Defensive Clan is exterminated!"