A Fifteen-Year-Old Overpowered a Soul Saint? Qian Renxue Entered the Great Desolation Divine Realm!

He was someone of standing on Douluo Continent, after all. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"You little bastard! You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the Soul Power within him erupted in an instant.

"Martial Soul Avatar!"

With a savage bear's roar, the phantom of an enormous Vajra Bear towered up behind him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Seven Soul Rings in the optimal configuration pulsed wildly beneath his feet, exuding a tremendous presence.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Bear Avatar!"

Zhao Wuji's body instantly swelled, his muscles as hard as granite.

He swung a bear paw the size of a millstone and slammed it down at Mu Chen with a howling rush of wind!

"Brat, let me pound you into mincemeat!"

Faced with this tremendous strike, the Shrek group on Douluo Continent cheered.

"Even an ordinary Soul Douluo wouldn't dare take Teacher Zhao's Martial Soul Avatar head-on!"

"That kid's dead!" Dai Mubai's face was alight with excitement.

Yet on the Sky Screen, Mu Chen did not even bother sparing another glance from his seat on the bluestone.

"A phantom with nothing but brute strength, and you dare bring it out to make a spectacle of yourself?"

Mu Chen slowly raised his right hand, and his late-stage Spirit Wheel Realm Spiritual Energy surged forth.

Two strange black light seals instantly formed in his palm.

These were precisely the Spiritual Arts that had made Mu Chen famous in his early days.

Senluo Death Seal!

"Go."

Mu Chen gave a soft command.

With a casual wave of his hand, the two black death seals turned into a streak of black light and hurtled straight toward Zhao Wuji's bear paw.

Bang!

An earth-shaking crash rang through the forest as the black death seals collided violently with the millstone-sized bear paw in midair.

In an instant, violent ripples of energy swept outward like a storm, uprooting the towering trees within a dozen meters!

Zhao Wuji's enormous body abruptly stopped in midair.

He felt an utterly overbearing, strange force bore into his body through his bear paw, sending his blood and vital energy churning.

Thud, thud, thud!

The enormous Vajra Bear Avatar was actually driven back three full steps by the force, each step stamping a deep crater into the ground!

Meanwhile, although the powerful recoil also sent Mu Chen drifting back more than a dozen steps from the bluestone, he landed steadily on the ground.

He shook his slightly numb wrist, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.

"I underestimated that brute strength of yours. You actually took two of my Senluo Death Seals head-on?"

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly somewhat surprised by Zhao Wuji's defenses.

After all, he was only at the late stage of the Spirit Wheel Realm. Against a physique built up purely through brute strength like this, he really could not kill Zhao Wuji instantly for the moment.

Yet Mu Chen's casual remark stirred towering waves across Douluo Continent!

On Shrek Academy's training grounds, the smiles instantly froze on the faces of Dai Mubai and the others who had been cheering.

Flender was even more stunned, his jaw nearly dropping and his eyes wide.

"He... he blocked it?"

"How is that possible!"

Tang San also sucked in a cold breath, his face filled with horror.

Teacher Zhao had activated his Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!

That was a level seventy-six Soul Saint's peak strike. Even a Soul Douluo would have had to avoid its edge for the moment.

Yet that boy on the Sky Screen, who looked only fifteen or sixteen, had no Martial Soul at all and had merely tossed out two black seals.

And he had actually fought Teacher Zhao to a draw?

He had even forcibly driven the enormous Teacher Zhao back three steps?

He had the damn upper hand!

On the Sky Screen.

Driven back head-on by a mere stripling, Zhao Wuji felt utterly disgraced, his humiliation turning to fury.

"You little bastard, there's something strange about you!"

Zhao Wuji roared repeatedly, and the black Soul Rings around him flashed brilliantly again.

"But this is as far as you go!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Crush!"

"Sixth Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Roar!"

Relying on his thick hide and sturdy flesh, Zhao Wuji unleashed his full firepower.

A crushing pressure instantly enveloped the space around Mu Chen, followed immediately by a deafening sonic attack hurtling straight toward him.

Mu Chen showed no fear whatsoever in the face of Zhao Wuji's ferocious combination.

He formed seals with both hands, and the Spiritual Energy within him gushed forth without restraint.

"Senluo Death Seal, Three-Seal Fusion!"

In an instant, three black death seals, even deeper in hue than before, linked head to tail in midair.

Boom!

Another direct, head-on collision!

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Qian Renxue had been transported onto an Outer Immortal Mountain of the Great Desolation Divine Realm.

Here, Spiritual Energy was so dense that it condensed into rain, and countless Immortal Birds and Beasts flew amid the sea of clouds, exuding an ancient aura of primordial chaos.

The sudden spatial transportation made the ever-cautious Qian Renxue instinctively release her Martial Soul to defend herself.

Hum!

A burst of dazzling, sacred golden light erupted.

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul manifested with a thunderous surge!

Six pure white wings slowly unfurled behind her, and sacred radiance enveloped her entire body, making her look like a true deity descended into the world.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

Five Soul Rings in the optimal configuration pulsed slowly beneath her feet, exuding a powerful aura.

As an unparalleled genius with level twenty Innate Full Soul Power, the bearing and energy fluctuations Qian Renxue displayed now indeed far surpassed those of the previous people from Douluo Continent.

Yet just as Qian Renxue surveyed her surroundings with her guard fully raised.

Spatial ripples suddenly spread through the void.

Whoosh!

Then an Elder of the Great Desolation Divine Realm, dressed in black robes and possessing an unfathomably profound aura, slowly stepped out of a Void Rift.

He looked down at Qian Renxue below, who had released her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Oh?"

The elder raised his eyebrows slightly.

"A mere lower-realm mortal who hasn't even developed Spiritual Energy actually possesses a faint trace of the power of light?"

He stroked his chin, examining Qian Renxue from head to toe with the critical gaze of someone appraising merchandise, then nodded slightly.

"Though this bloodline is pitifully thin, and her strength falls short of even a floor-sweeping servant in our Divine Realm."

"Her foundation is barely passable."

At these words, countless people on Douluo Continent pricked up their ears.

Inside the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong's eyes also lit up.

Could Xue'er's talent have caught the eye of even a supreme powerhouse from the Great Thousand World?

Qian Renxue herself proudly raised her snow-white chin.

She was the Young Master of Spirit Hall, as well as the inheritor of a deity.

It was only natural for someone in this Great Thousand World to recognize her worth.

Yet the elder's next words left everyone on Douluo Continent stunned.

The Black-Robed Elder spoke indifferently.

"Take her back to the Great Desolation Divine Realm and throw her into the Marrow-Washing Pool to thoroughly cleanse the impurities from her body."

"She'll barely do as a Sword Attendant for our Divine Realm, serving tea and water and carrying shoes on the side."

At these words, Qian Renxue felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

Immediately afterward, an uncontrollable rage rushed straight to her head.

"What did you say?!"

Her face filled with anger, Qian Renxue pointed the Angel's Sword in her hand straight at the elder in midair.

"I am the Young Master of Spirit Hall! The successor of the Six-Winged Angel!"

"You actually want me to serve others tea and water as a maid!"

"Dream on!"

Qian Renxue had been placed on a pedestal high among the clouds since childhood. When had she ever suffered such an insult?

She snorted coldly, and her fifth Soul Ring, a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, suddenly lit up.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Holy Sword!"

As her fifth Soul Ring lit up.

The Angel's Sword in Qian Renxue's hand instantly expanded into a dazzling golden Great Sword dozens of meters long!

Its sacred radiance illuminated almost the entire outskirts of the Immortal Mountain.

"Break!"

Qian Renxue shouted sharply and, bearing her pride as the Young Master of Spirit Hall, swung the Holy Sword down at his head!

The might of this sword strike was such that even an ordinary Soul Saint would not dare take it head-on.

At this sight, everyone from Spirit Hall on Douluo Continent clenched their fists.

Inside the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong's face was taut with anxiety.

Deep within the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu, who had been watching the Sky Screen all along, could not help stroking his beard and nodding.

"Xue'er's talent truly is rare throughout the ages. The power of this strike is enough to challenge someone above her level!"

In their view, however powerful the people of the Great Thousand World might be, surely he would at least have to defend himself against this sacred-attribute Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill?

Yet, facing that golden Great Sword that seemed capable of cleaving mountains.

On the Sky Screen, the Black-Robed Elder did not even lift his eyelids.

"A flashy phantom without even basic Spiritual Energy, and you dare draw your sword against me?"

Not only did the Black-Robed Elder not dodge, he watched Qian Renxue with the mocking gaze of someone watching a three-year-old wave a wooden stick.

The instant the Holy Sword came within half a foot of his head.

The Black-Robed Elder slowly raised his right hand, extended just two withered fingers, and casually pinched upward.

Clink!

A clear metallic collision rang out in midair.

That imposing sacred Great Sword, wreathed in the radiance of ten-thousand-year Soul Power, was actually held firmly in midair between those two fingers!

No matter how Qian Renxue drove the Soul Power within her, the enormous Great Sword seemed rooted in place, unable to advance even the slightest fraction!

"Impossible!"

Shock instantly covered Qian Renxue's exquisitely beautiful face, and her lovely eyes filled with horror.

Her all-out strike, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill!

Had he actually caught it so casually with just two fingers?

"This is the confidence behind your so-called status as Young Master?"

The Black-Robed Elder shook his head, a trace of impatience flashing through his eyes.

"Nothing but a little visual appeal."

As his words fell, the elder applied a little pressure with his fingertips.

Bang!

A dull crack rang out.

Before the disbelieving eyes of everyone on Douluo Continent, Qian Renxue's proud Fifth Soul Skill was crushed by his two fingers into golden fragments that filled the sky!

A tremendous recoil instantly swept toward her.

Pfft!

Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood, her entire body dropping straight from midair like a kite with its string cut and slamming heavily onto the mountain path paved with white jade.

Even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind her dimmed, as though it might dissipate at any moment.

"Xue'er!"

On Douluo Continent, inside the Worship Hall.

At this sight, Qian Daoliu's eyes nearly split with fury, and the oppressive might of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo instantly erupted from him.

"Arrogant wretch! How dare you injure my granddaughter like this!"

Qian Daoliu trembled all over with rage, his aged eyes blazing with fury.

"I am the representative of the Angel God!"

"If this damned Plane Barrier weren't blocking me, I would charge over there and show you what an angel's judgment means!"

Qian Daoliu roared incessantly inside the Worship Hall.

Inside the Pope's Hall, Bibi Dong was likewise deathly pale, her nails digging into her palms.

That was a Six-Winged Angel with level-twenty innate full soul power!

Before that Black-Robed Elder, she really was like a maidservant utterly powerless to fight back?

Meanwhile, in the Great Thousand World, atop the Immortal Mountain.

Qian Renxue struggled to brace herself against the ground with both hands, crimson blood staining the corner of her mouth.

She wanted to stand up and keep fighting.

But the Black-Robed Elder gave her no such chance.

"A lowly slave girl snatched from a mere Lower Plane, and you still dare raise a hand against an elder of the Divine Realm."

The Black-Robed Elder snorted coldly.

"It seems that unless I make you suffer a little, you'll never learn the rules of our Great Desolation Divine Realm!"

As his words fell, the Black-Robed Elder casually pressed his hand downward.

Boom!

A terrifying pressure of Spiritual Energy, almost tangible, bore down on Qian Renxue from a distance in an instant, like a hundred thousand mountains.

Thud!

Qian Renxue's knees buckled sharply, and that irresistible force crushed her straight to her knees on the White Jade Stairway.

No matter how she struggled or urged her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul into action, she could not move so much as an inch.

"Ah!"

Qian Renxue cried out in pain, still refusing to submit.

"Let me go!"

"Noisy."

"My grandfather is a Peerless Douluo..."

The Black-Robed Elder had no interest in hearing another word and merely waved his hand.

A ribbon of Spiritual Energy instantly turned into a rope, binding Qian Renxue tight.

"What bullshit Peerless Douluo? He isn't even fit to carry my Divine Lord's shoes."

"For an ant from the lower realm like you, entering the Great Desolation Divine Realm as a Sword Attendant who serves tea and water is already a blessing earned through eight lifetimes of cultivation."

"Once you enter the Divine Realm and witness my lord's supreme divine might, you'll understand that your so-called status as Young Master is worth less than the mud by the roadside."

With that, the Black-Robed Elder seized the tightly bound Qian Renxue, turned, and stepped into the void.

Whoosh!

Ripples spread through space.

Their figures instantly vanished from the Outer Immortal Mountain, leaving only a boundless sea of clouds.

The scene shifted to Spirit City on the Douluo Continent.

Watching Qian Renxue being carried off like a captured chick on the Sky Screen, the entire Spirit Hall fell so silent that not a crow or sparrow could be heard.

Qian Daoliu slumped to the ground before the Divine Statue, as though he had aged more than a decade in an instant.

"A Sword Attendant, a maidservant who serves tea and water..."