Qin Xuan VS Chrysanthemum Pass

Hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Qin Xuan naturally understood that Qian Daoliu was protecting him. But now, his reason for going to Slaughter City was no longer to stay away from Qian Xunji and barely survive, nor was it for Bibi Dong.

It was for himself—for Divine Slaughter's Domain, for the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent Inner Core.

"Grand Worship, please grant my request." He nodded and clasped his fists, his attitude as resolute as ever.

As soon as those words were spoken, the vast Elder Hall fell silent once again.

Qian Daoliu frowned as he stared at Qin Xuan in silence. No one knew what he was thinking.

Fifth Worship Guangling Douluo quietly said from the side, "Hey, Big Brother, I think this kid Qin Xuan has backbone. Why not grant his request?"

"Guang Ling, shut up. Grand Worship has his own judgment." Fourth Worship Mighty Lion Douluo, tall and powerfully built with a full beard, folded his arms and shot him a sidelong glare.

Guangling Douluo pursed his lips indifferently and turned his gaze toward the brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo. "Hey, Sixth, Seventh, Qin Xuan is your disciple. Aren't you going to say anything?"

As for Third Offering Azure Luan Douluo and Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo, he did not dare ask them. Those two were each prouder and more monstrously powerful than the last. Even Fourth Worship Mighty Lion Douluo was like a little brother before them.

Guang Ling was not foolish enough to make trouble for himself.

Sixth Worship Douluo Qian Jun, who had a steady temperament, spoke calmly. "I only follow Grand Worship's decision."

Seventh Worship Jiang Mo scratched the back of his head with a foolish grin. "Same here."

"Fine, asking was the same as not asking." Guangling Douluo sighed and withdrew his gaze, saying no more.

After a long period of contemplation, Qian Daoliu finally spoke in an even tone. "Since you insist, I cannot force you otherwise. But you must first prove that you possess the strength to survive in Slaughter City."

"I await Grand Worship's instruction." Qin Xuan knew Qian Daoliu intended to test his strength.

"Mm." Qian Daoliu slowly nodded, then suddenly released a ripple of Soul Power and called out in a deep voice, "Gui Mei, Yue Guan."

The moment his voice fell, one gold and one black figure flashed in from beyond the hall doors like ghosts.

Qin Xuan's long robes stirred without wind as two sharp sounds of something cutting through the air came from his left and right.

The next moment, Gui Mei and Yue Guan appeared before Qian Daoliu with their backs to Qin Xuan. Dropping to one knee, they respectfully said, "Grand Worship."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and Gui Mei and Yue Guan rose to stand at the side.

He said to Qin Xuan, "Since you dared ask Jie'er to send you to Slaughter City, you must know what sort of place it is. Soul Ring skills cannot be used in Slaughter City. Everything depends solely on one's fundamental strength."

"The opponents I have arranged for you are these two. So long as you can defeat them one after another without either side using soul skills, I will no longer oppose you."

Qian Daoliu pointed at Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

He had his own considerations in assigning Yue Guan and Gui Mei as Qin Xuan's opponents.

Since its founding, Slaughter City had been Spirit Hall's partner, used to contain Evil Soul Masters.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu knew Slaughter City quite well.

By Qian Daoliu's estimation, Titled Douluo-level experts could not possibly appear in the Hell Slaughter Arena.

After all, nearly everyone in this era who could reach that realm had experienced all the warmth and coldness of the human world and endured countless hardships.

With their formidable and profound Soul Power, achieving a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena might not be difficult, but Hell Road was still quite dangerous.

Domain-type skills were certainly precious, but they were not worth risking one's life for.

That was also why his useless son, whose talent had been insufficient to awaken the Angel Domain, had not gone to Slaughter City for training.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of death. He could not bear to gamble his life away when he already possessed everything he had now.

However, while Titled Douluo were unlikely to appear, there were still a few Soul Douluo.

If Qin Xuan could not defeat a Soul Douluo alone, then going there would merely mean courting death, not to mention the even more dangerous Hell Road.

"Defeat us?" Yue Guan and Gui Mei were both stunned.

They were not some insignificant nobodies. They were two Soul Douluo with Soul Power as high as Level-Eighty-Nine.

With just one more level of breakthrough, they could attain the title of Titled Douluo.

Even without using soul skills, they were not opponents a Soul King could compare to.

Not to mention that this Soul King could not use soul skills either.

Not only them—even the six Worships frowned in unison, though none said anything further.

They were absolutely loyal to the Angel Clan and to Qian Daoliu. They only needed to obey Grand Worship's orders; everything else was irrelevant.

"Old Ghost, isn't Grand Worship making too much of this?" Yue Guan quietly asked Gui Mei.

Gui Mei shot him a glare, his voice hoarse. "Shut up, Chrysanthemum Pass. Grand Worship has his own judgment."

Compared with Yue Guan, he was clearly better at knowing his place.

"Senior Yue Guan, Senior Gui Mei, which of you will go first?" Qin Xuan looked at the two. Red light flickered in his right hand, and amid a phoenix cry, the Everbright Sword appeared in his grasp, pointed at Gui Mei and Yue Guan.

Only his Martial Soul was visible; there were no Soul Rings. He gave his answer through his actions.

At those words, everyone's expressions became solemn, and the atmosphere turned serious.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance. Rather than answer, they both looked toward Grand Worship Qian Daoliu. The latter waved his hand, then moved with the six Worships to the Six-Winged Angel statue at the innermost part of the hall to watch.

"I'll go first." Yue Guan walked to stand opposite Qin Xuan. His voice was shrill, and his golden armor, complete with metal claws and high heels, gave him a heroic yet androgynous appearance.

The two stood thirty paces apart. Yue Guan beckoned with a smile. "Come, Little Qin Xuan. Let me see how much you've improved these past few years."

"Excuse me." Qin Xuan's expression sharpened. He activated the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique within his body and poured Soul Power into the sword. Dazzling flames flared as Thunderclap flickered.

The horizontal sword attacked through technique, seeking advantage; this was opening. The vertical sword attacked through momentum, seeking substance; this was closing. Opening and closing were the principles of Heaven and earth.

Yue Guan was a strength-attack Soul Master. The Horizontal Sword Technique, wild as the wind, fierce as the waves, with earthshaking momentum and murderous intent, swift as lightning and endlessly variable, every move lethal and giving the opponent no chance to catch their breath, was perfect for dealing with him.

Clang—

The sword rang out. Qin Xuan swung his blade and charged at Yue Guan in an S-shaped path, dragging his sword behind him. The blade scraped against the specially made floor of the Elder Hall, scattering brilliant sparks before they faded.

"Come." Sensing the change in Qin Xuan's momentum, Yue Guan also became serious and assumed a stance.

But he only became slightly serious. He did not even raise a protective Soul Power barrier.

He intended to rely on his overwhelming Soul Power and use his bare palms, fitted with metal claw gauntlets, to catch Qin Xuan's attack.

Clang—

When he was roughly five steps from Yue Guan, Qin Xuan abruptly changed his sword stance. He leaped high into the air, gripped the sword in reverse, and chopped down.

"This is—" The seven Worships narrowed their eyes simultaneously, surprise flashing through their pupils.

Gui Mei, however, was too concerned to remain calm and shouted a warning. "Chrysanthemum Pass, you idiot! Get out of the way!"

Those in the thick of it were often confused, while onlookers saw clearly.

"What?"

Though Chrysanthemum Pass did not understand, the tacit understanding and absolute trust built through years beside Gui Mei made him instinctively dodge Qin Xuan's attack.

The next second, Qin Xuan landed, and a crimson crescent-shaped sword aura shot through the air. With a cracking sound, the Elder Hall floor, forged from special materials, was cleaved open with a long, narrow gash.