Furiously Slapping Qian Jun Douluo, Wind God Leg (1 / 2)

"The enemy is very cunning. I couldn't find any trace of him!"

Qian Jun Douluo shook his head gently, sounding somewhat disappointed.

At the same time, he grew more cautious.

"What!"

"You still haven't found him?"

"Didn't you say he had a Space Martial Soul? Even if a Douluo with a Space Martial Soul showed up, you should have noticed some unusual disturbance!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was also growing dissatisfied. He hurriedly pulled back his Strange Towering Chrysanthemum and went on guard.

Almost simultaneously, Li Tianyuan closed in nearby. Using his footwork, he was about to give Chrysanthemum Douluo a resounding slap, only to discover that the old chrysanthemum had actually positioned his martial soul in front of his face.

He was clearly guarding against a slap to the face.

"Fuck, you damned chrysanthemum!"

Li Tianyuan couldn't help cursing aloud. Chrysanthemum Douluo's maneuver had really gotten under his skin.

But the instant he spoke, he realized something was wrong. Stepping through the Nine Palaces, he vanished in an instant.

Bang!

Almost within a second, the Coiling Dragon Staff in Qian Jun Douluo's hands struck the spot where Li Tianyuan had just spoken.

The strike was thunderous, its destructive power astonishing.

But it hit nothing.

"Hmph, so someone really is here!"

Qian Jun Douluo gave a cold snort, his voice icy.

Unfortunately, his swift strike had still come a step too late, allowing his opponent to escape.

"That voice... it sounded somewhat familiar?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo had also heard that angry curse and vaguely felt he recognized it.

But he couldn't place it.

Still, the enemy seemed to have been trying to slap him just now.

"A familiar voice? Are you sure?"

Qian Jun Douluo looked toward Chrysanthemum Douluo and asked.

"It sounded familiar to me, but I can't remember whose voice it was. Let's drag him out first. I can't stand this anymore!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped worrying about who it was. The mere thought that someone wanted to slap him was more than he could bear.

"He's definitely a Douluo with a Space Martial Soul, but his attack power isn't strong."

"If we attack together, we should be able to force him out."

Qian Jun Douluo looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, conveying his intention with his eyes.

Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to understand and nodded lightly. "All right!"

The next second, the two Douluos burst into action, each unleashing his own soul skills and striking wildly through the empty air.

But they always maintained a certain distance from each other, clearly leaving no openings within that space.

After realizing what they were trying to do, Li Tianyuan smiled faintly.

"Then I'll watch you two put on a monkey show in midair first."

Li Tianyuan stepped away and propped his chin on one hand, deciding to stay put for now.

A short while later, Qian Jun Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo both stopped, their expressions rather ugly.

"Could he have left?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo sounded disappointed.

Qian Jun Douluo frowned. "He might really have left after exposing his whereabouts!"

"Forget it. Since he's gone, I have other business to attend to. I'll be leaving!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced around. He didn't want to waste time. After all, Bibi Dong had given him instructions, and he still needed to find Li Tianyuan.

"By the way, Qian Jun Douluo, what did you come out here to do?"

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo was about to leave, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked Qian Jun Douluo.

The old fellows in the Worship Hall were all proud and arrogant. They wouldn't venture out lightly.

"I came out to handle something on the Great Enshrined's orders."

Qian Jun Douluo spoke indifferently.

"What is it?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo narrowed his eyes and pressed further.

"No comment!"

Qian Jun Douluo waved a hand. He certainly wouldn't reveal the task Qian Daoliu had entrusted to him.

"Don't tell me you're here for the same reason as I am—to find someone?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice grew somewhat chilling.

Although both of them were looking for someone, he knew that once Qian Jun Douluo found that person, he might kill him.

"That's none of your business."

Qian Jun Douluo waved his hand, preparing to leave first.

"Wait, Qian Jun Douluo. You want to kill Li Tianyuan, don't you?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke in a grim voice.

Qian Jun Douluo glanced at him. Seeing that he had caught on, he sneered. "If you already know, why ask?"

"You'd better stay out of this. Otherwise, if you offend the Great Enshrined, you'll have to swallow more than you can stomach!"

With that, Qian Jun Douluo strode off.

Fuck, a Titled Douluo has actually set his sights on Li Tianyuan. No, I have to find him immediately and take him to the Supreme Pontiff. Otherwise, the consequences will be unthinkable.

Realizing how bad the situation was, Chrysanthemum Douluo hurried away first.

"So Qian Jun Douluo really came to kill me. Then I'll just have to collect my prize from him!"

After hearing their conversation, Li Tianyuan stepped forward.

This time, he approached Qian Jun Douluo as swiftly and stealthily as possible.

He reached out and viciously slapped him across the nose.

Smack!

The slap landed squarely on Qian Jun Douluo's nose.

His nose was knocked askew for a moment.

"Damn it!"

Qian Jun Douluo flew into a rage, swinging the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands in a sweeping strike.

Its power was fierce and overwhelming, as though it could shatter an entire hill.

But Li Tianyuan had already moved away a step ahead of him. He watched Qian Jun Douluo nearby, deliberately focusing on his nose.

Blood flowed from both nostrils, one after the other.

It worked.

Li Tianyuan silently said to himself.

That counted as teaching Qian Jun Douluo a lesson.

If he had a decent weapon in his hands, that last strike might have killed him.

He would have to think about how to use his soul skills to deliver a killing blow.

Qian Jun Douluo touched his nostrils. Seeing the blood on his hand, he roared in fury, "You clown hiding in the shadows! If you've got the guts, get out here and face this Douluo!"

"I'll beat you into a puddle of blood!"

He was a mighty Titled Douluo, yet someone had slapped him hard enough to give him a nosebleed. If word got out, he would lose face completely.

Li Tianyuan ignored him.

Qian Jun Douluo was still in a blind rage. There was no way he would run up and take a beating.

[Ding, task completed: injure a Titled Douluo. Reward: Self-created soul skill, Wind God Leg. Would you like to integrate it?]

The system's voice rang out again.

Wind God Leg!

Li Tianyuan was slightly taken aback. That seemed to be a martial arts technique.

Still, this version was probably different.

[Yes.]

Li Tianyuan immediately felt another profound self-created soul skill appear in his mind.

A few seconds later, he discovered that Wind God Leg was a kicking technique that developed leg power to the point of splitting mountains and shattering stone.

Of course, it also allowed him to run at incredible speed.

That was a speed the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps couldn't match.

The two soul skills could complement each other, letting him unleash his strength over both short and long distances.

With this soul skill, he was even more confident about stirring up trouble in Spirit City, and he was in no hurry to leave.

After all, he rather wanted to see the Worship Hall's strength.

He looked at the still-enraged Qian Jun Douluo and couldn't help entertaining the idea of giving him a kick.

However, he wasn't yet proficient with his soul skill.

"Little thief, you don't dare come out? Try this old man's Coiling Dragon Staff!"

"I'll smash you to pieces!"

Qian Jun Douluo kept shouting, utterly consumed by fury, whirling the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hands so tightly that not even a breath of wind could slip through.

The people around him were so frightened that they scattered, not daring to approach.