Enemies Everywhere, Running Low on Soul Power? Turning the Threat Around

After cursing his fill, Chen Yuan looked up at the sky screen, panting. "Son of a bitch. Bastard."

"Exposing me?"

"Come on, then. Who's afraid of who?"

When Tang San saw this, he said, "This man has plenty of nerve. He has a bit of my style."

Oscar drawled, "I'm afraid he won't live long."

"He's been exposed to the whole continent. It's not just you and me who know. Everyone in the world knows what he's doing."

"The moment anything goes wrong with him, someone nearby will kill him on the spot."

Pointing at the battlefield on the sky screen, he said, "Three hundred people died. For all we know, there could be another seven or eight hundred outside the battlefield."

"Maybe even more."

"Even if there aren't, he'll find enemies everywhere he goes."

With the whole world against Chen Yuan, Oscar didn't like his chances, even with the Amaterasu and skeletal attack skill he had revealed earlier.

The pursuit would be endless.

Everyone got tired eventually.

"Forget him. Even a Titled Douluo would die if he went against the whole world."

"The people who want to kill him could form a line reaching to the tail end of the continent, stretching from south to north."

Oscar shook his head. Chen Yuan was beyond saving.

Ma Hongjun said gravely, "With the whole world hunting him, it's hard to say whether he can even make it through the day."

"He might be dead in two hours."

How much time had passed? Already, three hundred people had shown up to hunt him down.

What about later? There would only be more.

"Ow!" Chen Yuan fell to the ground. It turned out he had tripped over a rock.

His voice spread across the world at the same time.

Countless Soul Masters, Soul Grandmasters, Soul Elders, and Soul Saints saw him sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.

"Hahaha, he's finished," someone laughed.

"Look, he fell down. He must be running low on Soul Power."

"Of course. After killing three hundred people in a row, anyone would have used up a huge amount of Soul Power."

"After a big battle like that, even a Soul Master could go and finish him off now, right?"

Bibi Dong and the people of Spirit Hall saw the scene as well.

Qian Daoliu's heart skipped a beat. "This is bad. His Soul Power has hit rock bottom, and he can barely even walk. I'm afraid he'll be dead before I get there."

Just as many people were watching the show or feeling regretful, Chen Yuan's voice rang out again.

Chen Yuan brushed the dust off his legs and cursed.

"Damn rock. You had to get in my way."

"What? It was just a rock?" Qian Daoliu's face turned red, then white.

Where was he supposed to hide his old face? Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and several Soul Douluo were watching from beside him.

Qian Renxue burst out laughing. "Grandpa, can you even see straight?"

"He stepped on a rock and fell, and you said he was out of Soul Power."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo struggled to hold back their laughter.

A smile played at the corners of Bibi Dong's mouth.

Qian Daoliu cursed, "What are you laughing at? I merely saw it wrong. That brat made a complete fool of me."

"When I see him, I'll have to give him a good, thorough tormenting."

Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters across the world collectively fell over. "He still has Soul Power?"

"Don't worry. He can't have much Soul Power left. He's just putting on a brave face!"

"After all, he knows the sky screen is broadcasting his voice. Why would he reveal that he's low on Soul Power?"

"You have a point."

Soul Masters and Soul Grandmasters across the world laid out their reasoning point by point.

Chen Yuan surveyed the battlefield and the corpses strewn in every direction. With Susanoo holding a sword behind him, he shouted:

"Hey!"

"I know all of you can see me!"

"And you can hear me, Chen Yuan, too!"

"That's right. In ten days, I'll become a god."

"Now!"

"I'm giving you two choices."

"First, become my supporters. In ten days, I'll become a god, and when that happens, you'll be the envoys beneath a god!"

His voice echoed across the Douluo Continent.

His intention was to force countless experts to make a choice.

That way, he would have fewer people hunting him.

Xie Yue said, "He's clever."

"But only a little clever. People could pretend to support him, then seize the chance to kill him and become gods themselves."

Everyone nodded.

Yan shook his head. "Some experts might support him and become his protectors."

"After all, becoming a god by killing one person is too fantastical. It's never happened before."

"If he doesn't become a god in ten days, they can kill him then."

Soul Masters and Douluo across the world discussed it among themselves.

Some believed they really could support Chen Yuan. After all, his Martial Soul was mysterious, a top-tier eye-type Martial Soul, and his fighting strength was considerable.

Even setting aside his becoming a god in ten days, he could become a top-tier Douluo someday. They could consider it forging a good connection.

"Make a connection?"

"Are you crazy?" someone challenged, looking at him as though he were an idiot.

"Do you know how many people have their eyes on him right now?"

"Not one or two, but countless people. Countless!"

"Countless Soul Elders and Soul Saints are waiting to kill him and become gods."

"Even Douluo are looking for him."

"You'd help him? I'm afraid dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough for you."

Many people shook their heads. They had seen through Chen Yuan's goal: he wanted to win some people over and turn some enemies aside.

But it wasn't that easy. Anyone could work that out.

He was plainly going against the whole world. Even Spirit Hall couldn't protect him.

"Ahem!" Chen Yuan called toward the sky screen.

"As for the second choice..."

"You can become my enemies. You should know, I'm a very ruthless person."

A young man in ragged clothes stood on a battlefield with corpses on the ground, telling the whole world how ruthless he was, a fierce expression on his face.

"Hahahaha." Someone wanted to laugh.

"He's so young. How strong could he be? Spirit Hall could send just about anyone to kill him. This is hilarious."

"Looks to me like he's threatening us. He's got some nerve."

"I've lived for decades, and this is the first time a junior has threatened me. What outrageous insolence." The speaker was furious. He was quite powerful, a local Soul Elder.

Chen Yuan said, "Those who become my enemies, don't blame me. In ten days, I'll become the strongest god on the Douluo Continent!"

"Then I'll start settling accounts, one by one, and pull you out by the roots."

"My advice to you is, don't come. Be good and stay inside your homes."

"Outrageous!" a Soul Saint in one clan shouted sharply.

"He's really defying heaven itself!"

"He's the one being hunted by the whole world, yet now he's turned around and is threatening us into picking sides."

"He even told us to be good and stay inside. Does he take us for little lambs?"

Soul Masters across the world were dumbstruck when they heard him.

Even Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Renxue were stunned by Chen Yuan's audacious move.

"Did I hear that right?" Qian Renxue pinched her own cheek.

"He's threatening us?"

Qian Daoliu snorted. "Junior, you've got some nerve!"

"You can talk until your mouth falls apart, but you still won't escape death. You want to persuade us to protect you on your way to becoming a new god? Bullshit."

He scoffed at the idea. It was better to become a god himself; he simply couldn't trust anyone else to do it.

How powerful was a god? According to the records, a god was practically invincible.

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he felt wonderfully relieved. It felt great.

Pointing at the sky screen, he cursed, "Come on, my good grandsons! Come hunt me down! Let's see how many fools there are."

"Anyone who comes after me is a grandson, a big grandson."

Everyone who came from across the world would be there to hunt him down anyway. They were all enemies, so he might as well curse them first.