Martial Uncle Is the Best!

"My herbs, my herbs!"

Seeing the mess strewn across the shore of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Dugu Bo's green eyes blazed. He looked at Qian Xunling and Bibi Dong and roared, "Neither of you is leaving here today!"

He didn't know what these herbs were.

But he could tell they definitely weren't ordinary herbs.

The presence of these herbs, together with the power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, could suppress the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor poison in his body-a poison not even Nine Heart Begonia could suppress.

Eight Soul Rings, two yellow, two purple, and four black, rose from beneath his feet. The imposing presence of a Soul Douluo came crashing down on Qian Xunling and Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong immediately hid behind Qian Xunling, not daring to leave any part of herself exposed.

Qian Xunling crooked a finger at him, his eyes showing some anger. "Come on. I'm suddenly in a really bad mood, and I really want to hit someone."

Only now did Qian Xunling realize something.

Over the past few days, and even two months ago, he had kept running into idiots who came over to mock him and get angry at him.

Where exactly had things gone wrong?

After some thought, Qian Xunling understood. He had been too low-key and hadn't let these guys know how formidable he was.

Seeing the young man before him talk so arrogantly, Dugu Bo said coldly, "Fine. Since you're so eager to court death, I'll grant your wish."

But just before Dugu Bo could make his move,

Soul Rings rose from beneath Qian Xunling's feet.

Dugu Bo's eyes had never opened so wide, nor had he ever stared so intently. His lips trembled as he said, "Black... black... black..."

"Ah!"

"Red!?"

When he saw that the seventh Soul Ring was a scarlet Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Dugu Bo's mouth fell open. Frightened, he took a step back and nearly stumbled to the ground, his aged face filled with fear as he stared at the terrifying Soul Ring Configuration.

The eight Soul Rings beneath his feet withdrew on their own. At the same time, he raised a trembling finger at Qian Xunling and asked nervously, "Y-you, who are you?"

The young man before him was definitely no older than twenty. Such a young Soul Saint, with such a terrifying Soul Ring Configuration-what kind of monster was he? This was fucking terrifying.

Surely no monster like this had ever appeared on the entire continent, from its beginnings to the present?

Qian Xunling clenched his fists and slowly walked toward Dugu Bo. He rolled his neck and said coldly, "Come on."

"No, no, no. Your Excellency, you flatter this old man. I was merely senile just now, talking nonsense. They were only a few weeds. If they're ruined, they're ruined. They're not worth Your Excellency getting angry over, haha..."

A Soul Douluo, afraid of a Soul Saint.

Anyone who saw this would find it ridiculous.

But aside from Qian Xunling's terrifying Soul Rings, what Dugu Bo feared even more was what kind of power had raised such a monster. There was definitely an extremely terrifying power behind a monster like him.

He was just an old fellow guarding his little plot of land. What made him worthy or capable of offending people like these?

Besides, who could possibly put those terrifying Soul Rings out of mind?

Dugu Bo smiled bitterly, only to see Qian Xunling suddenly vanish before his eyes. Dugu Bo was terrified, but immediately sensed a fist coming from his right. Still, he was a beat too slow, and Qian Xunling sent him flying with a punch!

"Urgh!" Dugu Bo flew backward.

Qian Xunling said coldly, "You'd better give it everything you've got, or you'll die under my fists today."

"Your Excellency, I surrender!" Dugu Bo shouted.

"I don't accept." Controlling lightning, Qian Xunling instantly appeared at Dugu Bo's side again. At the same time, he gathered the wind attribute into his fist and punched Dugu Bo in the abdomen. Dugu Bo vomited up slop.

Dugu Bo realized that if he didn't use his full strength, he really might die here today. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, then let's try it! Martial Soul Avatar! Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor!"

A towering, long-bodied green serpent emperor bared its fangs at Qian Xunling. Dugu Bo stood atop the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's head and glared at Qian Xunling. "Your Excellency, I no longer wish to fight you. I only ask that you let me go. How about it?"

"Once I've had my fill of fighting, you can leave." Qian Xunling glanced at Dugu Bo, who nearly coughed up another mouthful of old blood. He said angrily, "Fine! In that case, I'll oblige you!"

"You seem to think you can give me a satisfying fight?" Qian Xunling chuckled. "I was only joking just now."

A chill ran through Dugu Bo's heart, but given the gap in Soul Power between a Soul Douluo and a Soul Saint, he didn't believe he would meet his end here today!

Qian Xunling raised a hand and clenched it. "Second Soul Skill, Wind's Fallen Slaughter," he said coldly.

The wind from every direction seemed to become countless chains, as though all the wind in the world had gained intelligence and was obeying Qian Xunling's commands. Dugu Bo felt only a slight chill on his face before the invisible, colorless wind, sharp as a blade, suddenly cut him.

"What!"

Dugu Bo immediately jumped down from the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor's head.

At that very moment, the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor was sliced into countless pieces by the invisible, colorless surging wind and vanished with a crash!

"Cough, cough, cough!" Dugu Bo clutched his chest and said in disbelief, "What Soul Skill is that?"

Qian Xunling transformed into a bolt of lightning once more and said, "Third Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Lightning Bolts Return to One."

Crackle!

Lightning enveloped Qian Xunling's body, but he seemed to deliberately gather it all into his fist. He struck Dugu Bo with a punch, and Dugu Bo was unable to react.

Though he had the advantage in Soul Power, he couldn't shake the feeling that the world had betrayed him, as if the wind, lightning, fire, and everything in nature here were helping the young man before him.

It was a truly bizarre situation.

And this was the difference between Qian Xunling and other Soul Masters after he had mastered attributes, or rather, laws.

Unable to resist Qian Xunling's fists, Dugu Bo could only become a sandbag for him to strike at will. In that brief span, Dugu Bo saw all manner of things from his past and felt no pain at all.

Just then, Bibi Dong, for reasons unknown, cried out, "Martial Uncle, stop hitting him, stop! Little Spider is begging you to let this old grandpa go."

This little girl is actually pleading for me? Through his blurred vision, Dugu Bo saw Bibi Dong wiping away her tears, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Qian Xunling also slowly descended to the ground.

Bibi Dong ran to Qian Xunling's side and tugged at his pants, looking up at him. "Martial Uncle, stop hitting him. Little Spider is begging you."

"Why should I stop? Wasn't this old fellow saying he wanted to kill the two of us? If I weren't stronger than him, we'd be the ones suffering now. Do you think he'd spare our lives?" Qian Xunling asked in return.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong didn't know what to do.

But she kept hold of Qian Xunling's pants, her lips trembling as she whispered, "But... this place seems to belong to this old grandpa, doesn't it?"

Qian Xunling covered his forehead. "So what? Anyone else who saw this many Immortal Herbs would definitely snatch them too. It's just that their way of doing it might be very different."

"Why am I telling you all this? You don't need to know any of it. You just need to know that what I'm doing now is for you." Qian Xunling gave Bibi Dong a push.

But Bibi Dong still clung to him like a plaster, gripping Qian Xunling tightly. Finding she wasn't strong enough, she wrapped her arms around his leg instead. Bibi Dong shook her head. "Little Spider doesn't understand, but Little Spider doesn't want to see Martial Uncle kill anyone again. Martial Uncle is a little scary when he kills."

Qian Xunling flicked Bibi Dong on the forehead. She whimpered twice in pain but still didn't let go. Qian Xunling looked somewhat speechless. Bibi Dong was troublesome when she grew up, and troublesome as a child too.

What a troublesome girl.

Qian Xunling said, "All right, are you a plaster? Let go of me. I won't kill him, all right? Let go."

Bibi Dong lifted her face, her forehead bright red, tears in her eyes but a smile on her lips. "Really?"

Qian Xunling narrowed his eyes slightly. "Your Martial Uncle keeps his word."

"Martial Uncle is the best!" Bibi Dong smiled.