Meng Yiran Challenges Yin Changqing? He Catches Her Spirit Skill Barehanded! Chao Tianxiang: Please Spare Yiran's Life

Chao Tianxiang hurriedly shielded Meng Yiran behind her. Her face deathly pale, she bowed to Yin Yu and pleaded:

"Your Excellency Demon Dragon, my husband and I were wrong to steal that soul beast all those years ago!

If you want justice for what happened, we'll accept any punishment without complaint!

But this child is still young. She's innocent. Please show mercy and spare her life!"

Behind Chao Tianxiang, Meng Yiran trembled with fear. She peeked out from behind her grandmother to take a look.

But when her gaze fell on the boy beside Yin Yu, she froze.

He was strikingly handsome, tall and straight-backed, with an air of nobility and authority about him.

Meng Yiran stared for several seconds before snapping out of it. A blush flashed across her cheeks, and she quickly shook her head.

How could I get distracted by his looks at a time like this?

Then an idea struck her.

He looks twelve or thirteen at most, three or four years younger than me. He must be this Titled Douluo's son!

My Soul Power has already reached level 30. That boy can't be much past level 20, can he?

Meng Yiran thought she had found the perfect way to get her grandparents out of trouble.

She stepped out from behind Chao Tianxiang, gritted her teeth, and called out to Yin Changqing:

"Hey!

You're here to hunt a soul beast too, aren't you?

You look even younger than me. Do you dare face me in a fair fight?"

Chao Tianxiang's expression changed. She grabbed Meng Yiran's arm.

"Yiran!

Don't be rude!"

But Meng Yiran refused to back down. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Yin Yu.

"Your Excellency Demon Dragon!

You're my grandfather's senior. It wouldn't look good if word got out that you used your strength against someone weaker!

Your son and I are about the same age. If I beat him one-on-one, you have to let us leave today and promise not to trouble my grandparents again. What do you say?!"

Meng Shu sucked in a sharp breath. His granddaughter truly had no idea what she was up against.

Yin Yu paused, then burst into laughter as though he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Tuoba Tingxue couldn't help laughing either. She patted Yin Changqing on the shoulder.

Yin Changqing folded his arms and looked at Meng Yiran's confident face, an amused smile playing at his lips.

"Oh?

You want to fight me one-on-one?"

Meng Yiran lifted her chin and gripped her Serpent Cane, giving him a challenging look.

"What?

Scared?

I'm fifteen, and my Soul Power is level 30!

You look twelve at most. If you're afraid of losing face, have your father let us go!"

Yin Changqing gave her a knowing smile and wagged a finger.

"If I lose, my father won't trouble you.

But what if you lose?"

Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and raised her head.

"If I lose, you can do whatever you want with us!"

"Yiran!

Stop this nonsense!"

Chao Tianxiang's face went white with worry. She pulled Meng Yiran back, then bowed to Yin Yu with clasped hands and pleaded earnestly:

"Your Excellency Demon Dragon, she's a child. She doesn't know what she's saying. Please don't take it to heart!

My husband and I alone are responsible for stealing that soul beast. This child had nothing to do with it. We'll give you half our family's resources as compensation. Please, just spare her!"

Meng Shu sighed and stepped in front of them both, his voice low.

"Your Excellency... if you'll spare this child, you can take my life."

"Grandpa!

Grandma!"

Meng Yiran's eyes reddened. Frustration rose in her voice.

"He's just a kid! How could I possibly lose to him?"

Yin Yu sneered. Standing beside a tree trunk with his arms folded, he looked down at them with interest.

"Don't put on an act for me.

The girl proposed it herself. Changqing, go play with her.

If you lose, I'll let them leave unharmed today."

"Don't worry, Dad. This will only take a few seconds."

Yin Changqing stepped forward and looked at Meng Yiran, relaxed.

"Come on. Show me your Martial Soul. I don't want you saying I never gave you a chance."

Seeing how lightly he took her, Meng Yiran clenched her teeth. A cloud of gray-green poisonous mist surged around her.

Two yellow soul rings rose slowly from beneath her feet, and the Serpent Cane in her hand flashed with a cold light.

"First Spirit Skill: Snake Blade!"

With a sharp cry, Meng Yiran shot forward like an arrow. Her Serpent Cane became a streak of biting wind aimed straight at Yin Changqing's throat!

Yet Yin Changqing didn't even summon his Martial Soul.

He stood perfectly still. Only when the Serpent Cane came within an inch of his face did he raise his right hand with pinpoint precision and clamp its tip between his index and middle fingers!

Bang!

The fierce rush of air stopped dead. The Serpent Cane hung motionless, unable to advance another fraction of an inch.

Meng Yiran's expression changed drastically. She tugged at the cane, only to find his two fingers as immovable as a towering mountain. No matter how much Soul Power she poured into it, the weapon wouldn't budge!

"H-how is that possible?!"

Meng Yiran's eyes nearly popped out as she shrieked.

Yin Yu and Tuoba Tingxue exchanged a smile.

Yin Changqing's physical strength rivaled that of a Soul Emperor, even a Soul Sage. Catching a Spirit Skill barehanded was nothing to him.

The corners of Yin Changqing's mouth lifted. Golden light suddenly blazed in his eyes!

Boom!

Terrifying, majestic dragon might swept outward like a raging wave.

He hadn't even used Soul Power to strengthen it. The mental pressure of his Self-Created Soul Skill, Overwhelming Dragon Might, alone made the surrounding air hum!

Meng Yiran felt an irresistible force crash into her. Her mind went blank, and her Soul Power was forced back into her body!

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud. Her face was white as paper, and cold sweat covered her forehead.

Meng Yiran looked up at Yin Changqing in terror.

"Wh-what kind of monster are you?!"

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang stared wide-eyed and sucked in sharp breaths.

Without even showing a soul ring, he had defeated a level-30 Quasi-Soul Elder in an instant, with nothing more than two fingers and the pressure released by his body?!

"Yiran!"

Chao Tianxiang cried out and rushed over, gathering the limp Meng Yiran into her arms, her face full of horror.

Yin Changqing dusted off his hands and looked down at Meng Yiran.

"Sorry. I'm twelve, and my Soul Power just reached level 40. Only ten levels above yours.

Your little plan didn't work out."

Level 40?!

Twelve years old?!

Those numbers struck Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang like thunder.

Meng Yiran trembled violently. She stared blankly at the handsome boy before her, her pride shattered.

Meng Shu's face turned ashen. He seemed to age ten years in an instant.

He stumbled back two steps, a bitter smile on his lips.

"Twelve...

Level 40...

To think such a prodigy exists!

I stole one soul beast from you back then, and heaven gave you a son who might become a god!"

Chao Tianxiang held the trembling Meng Yiran tight and looked at Yin Yu in fear.

"Your Excellency Demon Dragon, we made a wager, and we lost.

Yiran lost. We accept it!

Please, just let this child live. If you want this old woman's life and her grandfather's, take them!"