Taking Down the Golden Generation

The many elders argued endlessly over who would go.

The corners of Qian Daoliu's lips lifted slightly.

In truth, he wanted to go himself, but unfortunately, he could not be everywhere at once.

"All right, all right, stop arguing."

"The third brother will lead this trip, and the rest of you can take turns afterward."

Qian Daoliu hurriedly calmed them down and assigned the arrangement.

Hearing this, everyone stopped arguing. They found it acceptable; everyone would have their own chance.

Besides, Su Yu gave them an unfathomable feeling.

Having watched Qian Xunji grow up, and now watching Su Yu rise, they felt somewhat dazed, as though they had already accompanied him for a long time.

They felt somewhat dazed, as though they had already accompanied him for a long time.

"Then we shall follow Big Brother's arrangement."

Qian Daoliu nodded. "Third Brother, Little Yu is at Spirit Hall Academy. Once you are ready, just go find him."

"Understood," Greenlark Douluo replied.

Meanwhile, Su Yu, who was near the Soul Fighting Arena, was resting with his eyes closed as he cultivated the Angel Scripture.

The Angel Scripture contained the first three arts of the Nine Angel Arts. Each art corresponded to a technique for using light-attributed soul power. For example:

First Art · Light Flash: Instantly unleashed explosive speed, transforming into a beam of light to charge forward.

Second Art · Holy Slash: Compressed soul power into an extremely sharp edge, increasing cutting power.

Third Art · Heavenly Gang: Used holy light to protect the body, temporarily and greatly increasing defense.

He had only just learned the second art and had yet to reach the realm of the third.

As he cultivated the third art, a series of footsteps reached his ears.

"Hey, you're that disciple from the Elder Palace, right? Why did you decide to come to Spirit Hall Academy today?"

After the voice sounded.

Su Yu stopped cultivating and looked up. It was Yan, with Hu Liena and Xie Yue following behind him.

"The Golden Generation."

Su Yu stood up.

"Come on. Want to give it a try?"

Yan paused, clearly not expecting Su Yu to be so direct.

Still, if he could be considered the Former Pope's illegitimate son, his strength should not be weak.

"Then I'll give it a try."

He could also put on a performance in front of Nana.

He cared deeply about Nana. Unfortunately, Nana had no interest in him, but he had always believed that one day, he would move her heart.

"Are you sure?" Su Yu smiled.

"Of course I'm sure. You think I'd be afraid of you?" Yan thought of how the other party was only twelve years old. How strong could he possibly be?

"You're still so young, and at most, you're at the same level as us. As your senior by several years, I won't go easy on you."

"Is that so?"

The corners of Su Yu's lips curled upward.

He really thought Su Yu was a pushover.

Yan's Martial Soul was the Flame Lord.

The three members of the Golden Generation had all been chosen by Bibi Dong. It was easy to imagine how outstanding their talent was at Spirit Hall Academy.

"Come on, let me see what you can do!"

Yan was the first to leap onto the Soul Fighting Arena.

Su Yu immediately jumped up after him.

Hu Liena, standing below the stage, looked at Su Yu's back and murmured to her brother Xie Yue beside her:

"Brother, I have to say, Su Yu is better-looking than any man I've ever seen. I wonder how strong he is."

"Just look at who Su Yu resembles," Xie Yue said.

There were basically no ugly people in the Qian family.

Qian Xunji could be called a handsome man, so Su Yu naturally would not be lacking.

On the Soul Fighting Arena, Yan had already activated his soul power.

The towering, muscular phantom of the Flame Lord appeared behind him. Its body was formed from crimson molten rock, scorching flames roiling through the cracks. Its eyes were blood-red, fire and earth attributes intertwined around it, while heat waves surged from its body with an overbearing, mighty pressure.

Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared beneath his feet.

"Come on, let me have a look."

Yan wanted to see just how powerful this so-called genius of the Elder Palace truly was.

"Then watch carefully."

With a thought, golden light burst forth, and the dazzling phantom of the Divine Angel emerged. It was different from the Martial Soul the Golden Generation had seen three years ago.

The Divine Angel now had four wings behind its back instead of the previous two.

"A Four-Winged Angel."

Xie Yue froze, then said, "Yan is in big trouble."

Hu Liena only felt that this person truly looked like an angel.

She had seen very few angel Martial Souls. Since the Former Pope's death, virtually no angel Martial Souls had appeared in the world.

Who was Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu?

He certainly would not act casually.

While Hu Liena was still staring intently, she saw the soul rings appearing beneath Su Yu's feet and instantly lost her composure.

The first yellow soul ring was understandable, but the second was purple, and so was the third. When the terrifying black fourth soul ring appeared, Hu Liena was completely stunned.

A ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ring? How had he done it?

Four soul rings: yellow, purple, purple, black.

"No, no, no. That's absolutely impossible."

A disbelieving panic appeared on Yan's face.

Not only was the other party a Spirit Ancestor, but he also possessed an extraordinary soul ring configuration.

It dealt a tremendous blow to his confidence.

Yan struggled inwardly, but in the end, he had no choice but to accept this battle.

"I'll go first."

"First Spirit Skill, Hell Magma Rush!"

Yan shouted.

Yan spewed forth a torrent of high-temperature magma. This spirit skill possessed both burning effects and impact force, charging in a straight line. It was Yan's offensive spirit skill.

"The power is enough, but it's useless against me."

Su Yu unleashed his First Spirit Skill, Holy Light Slash. Golden sword energy howled forth, instantly splitting the magma torrent in half before continuing to shoot toward Yan.

"Second Spirit Skill, Granite Rock."

Stone armor covered Yan's entire body. It was an earth-attributed defense that greatly increased his physical toughness while balancing offense and defense.

Yan resisted desperately, but he was still blasted dozens of meters away. Before he could even catch his breath, Su Yu had silently arrived behind him and swung his sword down.

Clang! A crisp sound rang out!

Xie Yue appeared and blocked Su Yu's attack.

"Xie Yue, you actually stepped in."

Su Yu had not intended to strike Yan heavily. That sword strike at most would have shattered his granite armor.

"Su Yu, we underestimated your strength. So let me see just how strong you really are."

"Do you dare accept the challenge of our Golden Generation?"

Xie Yue looked at Su Yu.

Though it felt somewhat dishonorable, for the honor of the Golden Generation, they had to go all out.

"Since that's the case, then come on!"

Su Yu looked at Hu Liena, who was still standing dumbly on the ground, and said:

"Little fox, stop staring foolishly. You get up here too."

Hu Liena froze for a moment. Realizing she had lost her composure and had been called little fox, she stomped her foot in anger.

"You're the little fox. Your whole family is made up of little foxes."

Hu Liena gave a light snort and immediately climbed onto the arena.

Su Yu increased the strength in his palm and directly sent Xie Yue flying.

Xie Yue staggered back several steps before barely steadying himself. He looked at Su Yu in shock. "What tremendous force."

Su Yu had sent him flying with nothing but physical strength. It seemed that Su Yu's physical strength had reached a terrifying level.

He had spent six years in the Elder Palace.

Six years sharpening a blade.

Today, their Golden Generation was likely going to become this man's whetstone, and it would be difficult for them to win this match.

He still did not know how many trump cards Su Yu had.

"Follow my command. Attack one at a time."

Next, the three members of the Golden Generation began their offensive.