Qian Chen vs. Zhao Wuji?! A Miserable Death on the Spot!

"Young Master Qian Chen."

Dugu Bo walked up to him.

He put away his usual arrogance and solemnly cupped his hands.

"This old man owes you a tremendous debt."

"It is not something a single Immortal Herb can repay."

"From now on, if Young Master ever needs anything, this old man will certainly do everything in his power."

Qian Chen looked at him for a moment.

"Just remember those words."

Dugu Bo nodded.

"This old man will never break his word."

Dugu Yan stood to one side.

The way she looked at Qian Chen had completely changed.

In the past, she had only wanted to defeat Qian Chen.

Now, she wanted to know more about him.

She wanted to know where he had come from.

She also wanted to know whether he would always stand before her like this.

"We should return to Heaven Dou City."

Qian Chen put away the Soul Tool.

Catwoman immediately came to his side and reached out to grasp his sleeve.

When Dugu Yan saw this, her brows furrowed slightly.

She glanced at Catwoman, then lowered her eyes to her own wrist.

The warmth from when Qian Chen had held her wrist still lingered on her skin.

"Yan Yan."

Dugu Bo called out to her.

Dugu Yan immediately came back to her senses.

"I'm coming."

She followed Dugu Bo onto the carriage.

Yet before the carriage curtain fell, she still looked back.

Qian Chen was standing beside another carriage.

Catwoman pressed herself against his side, both hands wrapped around his arm.

Ice Empress had also come to his other side, her emerald-green hair falling behind her shoulders.

Shui Bing'er stood some distance away, her gaze resting on Qian Chen.

Dugu Yan pressed her red lips together.

She suddenly felt that getting close to Qian Chen would not be easy.

By evening.

The convoy returned to Heaven Dou City.

Outside the Crown Prince's Residence, Xue Qinghe had already been waiting for a long time with her attendants.

She wore a gold-and-white robe, her brilliant golden hair tied behind her head.

The moment she saw Qian Chen step down from the carriage, she immediately went up to him.

"Qian Chen, you're finally back."

"Did everything go smoothly at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?"

"It went smoothly."

Qian Chen nodded.

Xue Qinghe's gaze carefully swept over him.

"Were you hurt?"

"No."

Xue Qinghe reached out to straighten his collar.

Her fingertips brushed past the white collar before settling on his shoulder.

"You say you weren't hurt every time."

"But if I don't check for myself, I can never rest easy."

Qian Chen took half a step back.

Xue Qinghe's hand froze in midair.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Big Brother Xue is standing too close."

Xue Qinghe looked at him.

"We're brothers."

Qian Chen fell silent for a moment.

"Precisely because we're brothers, we should keep our distance."

Xue Qinghe's expression immediately stiffened.

Qian Chen did not look at her and turned toward the residence.

He knew that the person before him was Qian Renxue.

No matter how Qian Renxue disguised herself, the connection between their bloodlines would not change.

Yet Xue Qinghe did not understand his concerns.

She watched Qian Chen's retreating figure, slowly drawing her fingers back into her sleeve.

"Even brothers can't be close?"

Shui Bing'er and the others followed behind.

She noticed Xue Qinghe's expression and quietly glanced at Qian Chen.

As though sensing her gaze, Qian Chen turned back and asked:

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

Shui Bing'er looked away.

She recalled how Qian Chen had once walked hand in hand with that woman in a golden dress.

Now that she saw Xue Qinghe take the initiative to straighten Qian Chen's collar, her feelings became even more complicated.

Just then.

A series of footsteps sounded outside the Crown Prince's Residence.

A tall man walked over from the end of the street.

He wore a dark yellow robe, with rough features and broad shoulders.

Zhao Wuji stopped before the residence gates, his gaze passing over everyone before landing on Qian Chen.

"Are you Qian Chen?"

Qian Chen stopped walking.

"What is it?"

Zhao Wuji raised his chin.

"Ma Hongjun is a member of the Shrek Seven Devils."

"You severely injured him in the street and crippled the foundation of his Martial Soul."

"Today, this old man has come to demand an explanation on behalf of Shrek Academy."

Shui Yue'er immediately stepped forward.

"He harassed us in the street. Qian Chen merely taught him a lesson."

Zhao Wuji swept a glance at her.

"You have no right to speak here."

Shui Yue'er's face darkened.

"And who the hell are you?"

Zhao Wuji ignored her.

He stared at Qian Chen.

"Hand over the medicine to heal Ma Hongjun, then kneel and apologize."

"Otherwise, don't even think about leaving here today."

Qian Chen looked at him.

"Do people from Shrek Academy all enjoy courting death like this?"

Zhao Wuji's expression darkened.

"Young man, don't be so arrogant."

"This old man is Zhao Wuji, Soul Power Level seventy-six."

"At your age, no matter how talented you are, you cannot possibly be this old man's match."

Qian Chen raised his eyes.

"Seventy-six?"

"You seem to enjoy using Soul Power Level to intimidate people."

Zhao Wuji took a step forward.

The stone slabs beneath his feet immediately cracked.

"Since you refuse to hand him over, this old man will personally take you back to Shrek Academy."

Qian Chen remained where he was.

"You can try."

Soul Power erupted from Zhao Wuji's body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Soul Rings rose at once.

The Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul condensed behind him, thick bear fur covering his massive arms.

An intense aura pressed down in every direction.

Shui Bing'er and the others' expressions changed.

Zhao Wuji raised his palm and grabbed toward Qian Chen.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Crush!"

The surrounding air instantly became heavy.

The ground sank downward.

Yet Qian Chen merely raised a hand.

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out.

Before Zhao Wuji could even touch Qian Chen, his body was sent flying sideways.

He crashed into the stone wall outside the Crown Prince's Residence, and huge cracks immediately spread across it.

Zhao Wuji climbed up from the ground.

One side of his cheek quickly swelled, while blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You..."

Qian Chen had already walked up to him.

"A level seventy-six Soul Sage is nothing special."

Zhao Wuji's gaze fell upon Qian Chen's feet.

Two purple Soul Rings slowly rose.

Then, four black Soul Rings appeared in succession.

The seventh Soul Ring lit up.

Crimson light shot into the sky.

Finally, the eighth Soul Ring rose behind Qian Chen.

That streak of crimson-gold radiance illuminated the long street before the residence gates.

Two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings hovered at once.

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red.

Eight Soul Rings rotated in alternation.

Zhao Wuji's pupils continuously contracted.

"Level eighty?"

"You're already level eighty?"

Qian Chen did not answer.

Level eighty-nine Soul Power spread in full.

White frost spread outward across the ground, covering dozens of meters of stone steps in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wuji's Gravity Domain was suppressed on the spot.

His legs sank into the ground, and he could not even fully unleash his Martial Soul Avatar.

Xue Qinghe stood to one side, her golden eyes resting on Zhao Wuji.

She raised a hand, signaling the attendants to retreat.

"This is none of your concern."

"Whatever Qian Chen does, I'll bear the responsibility for him."

Shui Bing'er looked at Xue Qinghe.

"Won't this provoke a conflict between Shrek Academy and the Heaven Dou Royal Family?"

Xue Qinghe withdrew her gaze.

"Shrek Academy was the one that came to cause trouble at the Crown Prince's Residence."

"As long as Qian Chen has done nothing wrong, the Heaven Dou Royal Family will not let him suffer any grievance."

Shui Bing'er nodded softly.

The worry in her heart gradually faded.

Zhao Wuji forcibly activated his Soul Power.

The Mighty Vajra Bear Martial Soul suddenly expanded, and both fists smashed down at the ground.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

A massive phantom of the Great Strength Vajra Bear rose behind him.

The heavy force shattered the surrounding stone slabs.

Borrowing the recoil, Zhao Wuji charged toward Qian Chen.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Two enormous palms pressed down from midair.

Qian Chen raised his right hand.

His eighth Soul Ring bloomed with crimson-gold light.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Ice and Fire Annihilation."

Azure frost and Crimson-Gold Dragonflame appeared at the same time.

An Ice Dragon soared into the air from the left.

A Fire Dragon burst out from the right.

The two dragon phantoms crossed paths and slammed directly into Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul Avatar.

Boom!

The phantom of the Great Strength Vajra Bear instantly cracked apart.

Crimson-gold flames spread along Zhao Wuji's arms, while azure frost sealed his legs.

Zhao Wuji's body froze in midair.

The next moment, he crashed heavily to the ground.

The stone steps outside the Crown Prince's Residence shattered completely.

Zhao Wuji struggled to prop himself up.

His arms had already lost all strength, and his Martial Soul Avatar dissipated along with it.

Qian Chen walked up to him.

"Any other tricks?"

Zhao Wuji looked up at him.

"You can't kill me."

"I'm a teacher of Shrek Academy."

"Tang San is the son of the Clear Sky Douluo."

"If you kill me, Tang Hao will never let you go."

Qian Chen looked at him.

"Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Wuji immediately changed his tone.

"As long as you let me go, we can consider today's matter settled."

"After I return, I'll never trouble you again."

Qian Chen raised his hand.

A deep-blue glint of frost swept from his fingertips.

Zhao Wuji immediately retreated.

But his legs had already been sealed in ice, leaving him utterly unable to move.

"Qian Chen!"

Zhao Wuji raised both arms.

"If you kill me, Shrek Academy will definitely become your enemy!"

Qian Chen's expression did not change.

"You've already said that."

The frosty glint pierced through Zhao Wuji's chest.

His body stiffened where he stood.

Frost spread outward from the wound, followed closely by crimson-gold flames that completely burned away the remaining Soul Power within him.

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth.

His body fell backward.

Before his blood could hit the ground, it froze into dark-red beads of ice.

A level seventy-six Soul Sage had died just like that outside the Crown Prince's Residence.

The long street fell silent.

Shui Yue'er stared at Zhao Wuji on the ground, both hands covering her red lips.

Xue Wu and Yu Hairou were similarly rooted in place.

They knew Qian Chen was powerful, but they had not expected him to kill a teacher of Shrek Academy in the middle of the street.

Shui Bing'er looked up at Qian Chen.

"Qian Chen..."

Qian Chen turned around.

"He came looking for death."

Xue Qinghe came to his side.

She reached out and brushed a shard of ice from Qian Chen's sleeve.

"Zhao Wuji trespassed into the Crown Prince's Residence and attacked you first."

"His death has nothing to do with the Heaven Dou Royal Family."

"But if Shrek Academy wants to pursue this matter, I'll block them for you."

Qian Chen looked at her.

"You aren't afraid of offending the Clear Sky Douluo?"

"The Heaven Dou Royal Family fears no one."

Xue Qinghe paused for a moment.

"Besides, you are my friend."

Qian Chen said nothing more.

Watching the two stand close together, Shui Bing'er lightly clenched the hem of her skirt.

The Ice Empress stood on Qian Chen's other side.

She glanced at Zhao Wuji's body on the ground, then withdrew her gaze.

"Why worry over dealing with a piece of trash?"

Dugu Yan stood beside the carriage.

Her gaze shifted from Zhao Wuji's corpse to Qian Chen.

The pressure brought by Qian Chen's eight Soul Rings when he attacked had left her unable to recover even now.

She suddenly realized that if Qian Chen wished to, he could just as easily suppress the snake venom within her body.

Dugu Yan raised a hand and touched her wrist.

There was no trace of pain left there.

The way she looked at Qian Chen gradually gained a hint of complicated emotion.

Just then.

A vast flurry of snow suddenly fell from the sky.

The once-clear night sky rapidly darkened.

A chill swept in from afar.

The lights lining both sides of the street went out one after another.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

Amid the wind and snow, a figure in white slowly descended.

She wore a pristine white gown.

Silver-white hair draped over her shoulders, its ends fluttering lightly in the cold wind.

Her exquisite face was flawless, her brows and eyes cool, while her skin glowed with a translucent white sheen beneath the moonlight.

She was tall and slender, with a narrow waist. Her skirt fell to her feet and slowly spread across the frost-covered street.

A pair of fair jade-like feet stepped across ice stairs formed in midair.

With every step she took, the surrounding snowflakes came to a halt.

Her nobility and cold aloofness silenced everyone present.

The Ice Empress looked up at the newcomer.

Joy immediately appeared in her emerald-green eyes.

She released Qian Chen's arm and stepped forward.

"Snow Sister!"

The white figure stopped in midair.

Her cool gaze passed over everyone and settled on Qian Chen.

The next moment.

The snow began to fall again.

She slowly walked out from the wind and snow.

Snow covered the long street.

The Snow Empress crossed the final ice step, her fair jade-like feet touching down before Qian Chen.

Her white gown unfurled in the cold wind, while her silver-white hair fell to her waist.

Simply standing there, she made everything around her lose its color.

Shui Yue'er stared up at the Snow Empress, unable to come back to her senses for a long while.

"Is she the Snow Empress?"

Xue Wu nodded lightly.

"Probably."

Yu Hairou looked toward the Ice Empress.

The auras of the two were very similar.

Yet compared to the charming and lively Ice Empress, the Snow Empress possessed more nobility and cold aloofness.

Shui Bing'er was also looking at the Snow Empress.

She had always believed that among ice-attribute Soul Masters, few could surpass her in appearance and temperament.

Only upon seeing the Snow Empress today did she realize that ultimate ice and snow could nurture such a woman.

Xue Qinghe stood before the gates of the Crown Prince's Residence.

Her golden eyes fell upon the Snow Empress, and even her composure faltered for a moment.

Even as the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, she felt an intense pressure from the Snow Empress.

What concerned her even more was that when the Snow Empress looked at Qian Chen, all that coldness had vanished.

The Snow Empress came before Qian Chen.

She carefully examined his brows and eyes, then looked at the white brocade robe he wore.

"You've grown taller."

Qian Chen looked at her.

"Why did Snow Sister come?"

"You were gone for too long."

The Snow Empress extended her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing Qian Chen's cheek.

"I was worried."

Qian Chen took her hand.

"I promised I would return."

The Snow Empress let him hold it.

"But I wanted to see you."

That simple sentence left Qian Chen with no further explanation.

The Ice Empress quickly came to their side.

"Snow Sister, you only saw Chen'er. Didn't you see me?"

The Snow Empress turned to look at her.

The Ice Empress had already wrapped her arms around her waist, pressing her face against her shoulder.

"I missed you too."

The Snow Empress raised a hand and stroked her emerald-green hair.

"If you missed me, why didn't you return sooner?"

The Ice Empress lifted her face.

"Isn't it all because of Chen'er?"

"He's surrounded by so many people. I had to keep an eye on him for you."