Ma Hongjun the Eunuch! Qian Chen's Ruthless Methods!

As Qian Chen's words fell,

the pedestrians on both sides of the street immediately backed away.

Some looked at Ma Hongjun, then at Qian Chen, pity in their eyes.

"Who is that?"

"He actually dared to provoke the Shrek Seven Devils."

"The Shrek Seven Devils have been in the limelight lately. Even Prince Xue Beng was injured by them."

"He looks so delicate. How did he dare fight Ma Hongjun?"

Hearing the surrounding discussion, Ma Hongjun's smug expression returned.

He looked Qian Chen up and down.

"Just you?"

"A pretty boy like you dares act arrogant in front of me?"

Qian Chen did not answer.

He raised his hand.

Slap!

A crisp slap landed across Ma Hongjun's face.

Ma Hongjun was sent flying sideways. His body crashed through a wooden rack by the roadside, and he rolled more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

The street instantly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened.

No one had expected Qian Chen to actually strike.

Even less had they expected Ma Hongjun to be sent flying by a single slap.

Shui Yue'er immediately clapped her hands.

"Good hit!"

Shui Bing'er stood beside him and had originally intended to persuade Qian Chen to leave.

But upon seeing this, her pursed red lips slowly relaxed.

Ma Hongjun braced himself against the ground and climbed back up.

Half his face rapidly swelled, and blood still stained the corner of his mouth.

"You dared hit me?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Qian Chen looked at him calmly.

"You already told me."

"One of the Shrek Seven Devils, Ma Hongjun."

"So what?"

Ma Hongjun's expression turned extremely ugly.

After making a name for himself at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City, he drew attention wherever he went.

Even after coming to Heaven Dou City, no one had dared slap him in the street.

Yet this white-robed man before him had sent him flying with just one slap.

Xue Qinghe stood among the crowd.

He had originally been prepared to have the Royal Guard step in and stop them.

But the moment Qian Chen raised his hand, he halted.

With Qian Chen's strength, Ma Hongjun had no right to resist at all.

He truly wanted to see how Qian Chen would handle this matter.

Ma Hongjun raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Good. Very good."

"You're the first person who has dared hit me."

"Today, I'll make you kneel and admit your mistake!"

Qian Chen looked at him.

"You think you're worthy?"

The veins on Ma Hongjun's forehead bulged.

Soul Power burst forth beneath his feet.

A gigantic flaming phoenix rose behind him.

The blazing firelight illuminated the street, and the temperature around them rapidly rose.

Yellow, yellow, purple—three Soul Rings rose beneath Ma Hongjun's feet.

"A level-thirty Soul Elder!"

A wave of shocked cries immediately rose from the crowd.

"To possess level-thirty Soul Power at this age, his talent really is extraordinary!"

"As expected of one of the Shrek Seven Devils."

"That white-robed man is probably in trouble now."

As Shui Yue'er looked at the three Soul Rings on Ma Hongjun's body, the anticipation on her face quickly turned into speechlessness.

"Level thirty?"

"Why is he still so pleased with himself?"

Xue Wu also gently shook her head.

"Qian Chen had already reached level fifty-eight Soul Power when he was twelve."

"Ma Hongjun actually dared use level-thirty Soul Power to scare him."

Yu Hairou glanced at Ma Hongjun in the middle of the street.

"He still doesn't know what kind of person he's facing."

Shui Bing'er did not stop them again.

She stood behind Qian Chen and quietly watched ahead.

Since Ma Hongjun insisted on fighting, Qian Chen could deal with him personally.

Ma Hongjun did not hear their discussion.

He spread his arms, and the flaming phoenix behind him continuously beat its wings.

"Why aren't you talking now?"

"Did my Soul Rings scare you?"

Qian Chen raised his hand.

Slap!

Another slap struck him across the face.

Ma Hongjun's Martial Soul had not even fully stabilized after its release when he was sent flying backward again.

This time, he crashed into a stone pillar by the roadside.

Several cracks spread across the pillar's surface.

Ma Hongjun slid down to the ground, completely stunned.

The pedestrians around them likewise fell silent.

Twice in a row.

Qian Chen had not released his Martial Soul.

Nor had he used a soul skill.

Yet Ma Hongjun had not even had a chance to dodge.

"How is this possible?"

Ma Hongjun raised his head to stare at Qian Chen.

Both cheeks had swollen high, and his formerly arrogant expression had vanished completely.

Qian Chen gave him no time to catch his breath.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun's first Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

The flaming phoenix opened its enormous beak.

A thick crimson line of fire erupted from its mouth, and searing heat waves spread in every direction.

The snow on the street rapidly melted.

The bluestone pavement was scorched white by the intense heat.

The expressions of the surrounding pedestrians changed as they immediately retreated farther away.

Several nearby shops hurriedly shut their doors and windows as well.

The Phoenix Fire Line shot straight toward Qian Chen.

Qian Chen remained where he was.

White Soul Power spread from within him.

The hem of his robe was lifted by the chill, while his long black hair streamed behind him.

The Heavenly Snow Woman Martial Soul slowly emerged behind him.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

The instant each snowflake touched the crimson fire line, it turned into glistening fragments of ice.

The entire Phoenix Fire Line rapidly began to freeze.

The flames were covered inch by inch with frost.

Within only a few breaths, the thick pillar of fire stopped before Qian Chen and became a long crystalline line of ice suspended in midair.

Everyone on the street stared with wide eyes.

"He can even freeze a soul skill?"

"That was the Phoenix Fire Line!"

"What kind of Martial Soul is that?"

A flicker of shock passed through Xue Qinghe's eyes.

He knew Qian Chen was powerful, but he had not expected Qian Chen to freeze Ma Hongjun's soul skill without even fully displaying his Martial Soul.

Shui Yue'er's face was filled with admiration.

"Qian Chen is incredible!"

Xue Wu and the others were equally transfixed.

Shui Bing'er stood behind them, her aqua-blue eyes continuously reflecting that figure in white.

She had long known that Qian Chen was powerful.

But every time she personally saw him fight, his strength still left her stunned.

That power had already far surpassed everything she knew of soul masters his age.

Qian Chen raised a finger.

The crystalline line of ice before him immediately shattered.

Countless ice fragments fell to the ground with soft, dense clattering sounds.

Ma Hongjun's face turned pale.

"Who exactly are you?"

"How could you freeze my soul skill?"

Qian Chen did not answer.

Ma Hongjun clenched his teeth.

He was unwilling to accept the fact that he had been suppressed again and again.

His second Soul Ring lit up once more.

The flaming phoenix's body suddenly swelled, and crimson firelight burst forth from between its wings.

"Second Soul Skill, Phoenix Reborn from Fire!"

Dense flames covered Ma Hongjun's entire body.

His Soul Power rapidly increased, and the phoenix Martial Soul behind him became more solid.

Heat waves spread outward layer after layer.

The pedestrians on the street retreated again.

The melted snow was baked into mist, blurring the view in every direction.

Ma Hongjun raised a hand and pointed at Qian Chen.

"This time, let's see how you block it!"

"I'll make you kneel and admit your mistake!"

His first Soul Ring lit up again.

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

The flames enhanced by Phoenix Reborn from Fire were several times more powerful than before.

A crimson pillar of fire tore through the long street.

The heat waves battered the shops on both sides, making their doors and windows shake in succession.

Panic spread through the crowd.

"Get out of the way!"

"This soul skill is too powerful!"

"Why isn't that white-robed man retreating?"

As Shui Bing'er watched Qian Chen standing where he was, she felt not the slightest worry.

Qian Chen never did anything without confidence.

Just as expected.

Qian Chen did not dodge.

He merely took a step forward.

The Profound Frost Star Spear did not appear.

Deep-blue frost energy surged from his palms, instantly covering his entire body.

The Phoenix Fire Line came crashing down.

The flames completely engulfed Qian Chen.

The street fell silent.

Joy appeared in Ma Hongjun's eyes.

"Now you know how formidable I am, huh?"

The next moment.

The crimson flames parted around Qian Chen.

He stood at the heart of the fire, his white brocade robe unmarred by even the slightest scorch mark.

Even his hair was not disheveled.

The Phoenix Fire Line fell upon him without even burning the hem of his clothes.

Everyone stood frozen in place.

"He blocked it..."

"He actually took the Phoenix Fire Line head-on."

"Even a soul skill enhanced by Phoenix Reborn from Fire can't break through his defenses."

Xue Qinghe let out a soft breath.

She looked at Ma Hongjun, her eyes holding a trace of pity.

Of all people, he had to provoke Qian Chen.

Shui Yue'er wrapped her arms around Shui Bing'er's arm.

"Big Sister, did you see that?"

"I saw it."

Shui Bing'er's gaze never left Qian Chen.

She suddenly recalled what Qian Chen had said earlier.

When someone bullied you right in your face, how could you just let it go?

Could he be this angry because of her?

Once that thought appeared, it could no longer be dismissed.

Shui Bing'er lowered her head and looked at her arm.

The faint wounds from the Imperial Fighting Team's sparring session were still there.

After Qian Chen saw them, he had told her to get treated first.

Now that Ma Hongjun had humiliated them, Qian Chen had acted without hesitation.

Shui Bing'er's heartbeat quickened.

She raised a hand and touched her cheek.

"He probably just couldn't stand Ma Hongjun's behavior."

"That must be it."

That was what she told herself.

Yet that delight still slowly surfaced in her eyes.

Ma Hongjun stared at the completely unscathed Qian Chen, his mind going blank.

His Phoenix Fire Line was already one of his strongest attacks.

With the enhancement of Phoenix Reborn from Fire, even a level-forty Soul Ancestor would not dare stand still and take it head-on.

Yet not even Qian Chen's Soul Power fluctuations had changed noticeably.

"That's impossible!"

Ma Hongjun abruptly raised both hands.

"I don't believe it!"

Qian Chen lifted his eyes and looked at him.

A deep-blue streak of frost shot from his fingertips.

Before Ma Hongjun could react, searing pain erupted from his lower body.

Frost energy instantly covered the space between his legs.

The flames there were extinguished on the spot.

A layer of solid ice rapidly formed.

Ma Hongjun's body stiffened in place.

The next moment, the ice covering his lower body suddenly shattered.

"Ah!"

Ma Hongjun clutched his lower body and dropped to his knees.

His face turned deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead as his body kept shrinking backward.

Every man on the street instinctively clenched his legs together.

Someone sucked in a cold breath.

"That's way too ruthless."

"That was..."

No one dared to finish the sentence.