Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 68: A single finger sends the flames flying, and the five thunderbolts shake the drums—an unusual event! (Please continue reading)
"How can this be?"

Yan's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting that this seemingly ordinary young man would have such strength.

"you……"

Yan frowned, about to lash out, but was stopped by Xie Yue standing to the side.

Xie Yue's gaze swept over Sikong Zhen, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, along with a strong sense of shock.

"Sikong Zhen, right?"

Xie Yue smiled slightly, his tone somewhat polite, but his eyes remained sharp.

"Is this all the quality the Spirit Hall's so-called Golden Generation has to offer?"

Sikong Zhen glanced at Xie Yue indifferently, then looked at the stall owner again, seemingly unconcerned about the conflict that had just occurred.

"Sikong Zhen, the young master of the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion?"

After learning of Sikong Zhen's identity, Yan did not dare to be too arrogant for a while.

Hu Liena's gaze remained fixed on the small drum.

Her martial spirit is a fox demon, whose main ability is charm. However, few people know that fox demons have an innate sensitivity to these kinds of ancient objects.

Hu Liena could sense that this small drum seemed to contain a peculiar power.

"Boss, how much is this little drum?"

Hu Liena asked softly, her voice gentle and melodious, as if it possessed a magical power that made people involuntarily feel favorably towards her.

The stall owner's eyes darted around.

He had only been in Wuhun City for a short time and hadn't made much of a profit yet, so he wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a fortune.

"This little drum was obtained from an ancient ruin, which is said to be related to an ancient artifact. I originally planned to sell it for five hundred gold soul coins."

"But since you both want it, let the highest bidder win."

"Five hundred gold soul coins?"

Upon hearing this, Yan was immediately displeased. "Such a small thing is worth five hundred gold soul coins? Boss, don't try to rip me off."

Before the stall owner could explain, Sikong Zhen spoke up directly: "Three thousand gold soul coins, I'll take them."

With this remark,
Not only the stall owner, but also Hu Liena and the other two were stunned.

Yan's face instantly darkened, and he stared coldly at Sikong Zhen: "What do you mean? Are you deliberately going against us?"

Sikong Zhen ignored him, and simply took out a gold card from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner.

"Swipe your card."

The stall owner's hands trembled slightly as he accepted the gold card.

Three thousand gold soul coins.

Even for a shrewd businessman like him, that was a huge sum of money!

He quickly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, young master, the drum is yours!"

Hu Liena's expression changed slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

Although she was interested in the little drum, she wasn't worth spending three thousand gold soul coins on it; it was simply not worth it.

however,
Yan, that sycophant, saw Hu Liena frown, took a step forward, and reached out to snatch the small drum from Sikong Zhen's hand.

"Sikong Zhen, I'll offer three thousand one hundred gold soul coins to give me this little drum!"

Yan let out a low roar, his soul power erupted instantly, and a layer of scorching flames appeared around his body, making him look like an angry beast.

Sikong Zhen frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He did not release his martial spirit, but simply raised his hand slightly, and the power of thunder erupted, with a faint rumble of thunder echoing in the air.

"boom!"

Before Yan's flames could even get close to Sikong Zhen, they were shattered by the power of thunder, and Yan was knocked back several steps and fell to the ground.

"Yan!"

Xie Yue quickly stepped forward to support him, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

Yan got up from the ground, his face terribly gloomy. He was so humiliated in front of Hu Liena, and the anger in his heart almost consumed him.

The Flame Lord Martial Soul was released instantly, and blazing flames surrounded him.

"Sikong Zhen, you're asking for death!"

Yan roared and swung his hands out, the blazing flames transforming into a giant fire dragon that swept towards Sikong Zhen.

Sikong Zhen stood still, his expression calm, his eyes showing no emotion.

Raise your hand,
The power of thunder instantly gathered. With a flick of his finger, Sikong Zhen created a gigantic finger formed from the power of thunder.

With an aura of destruction, it directly confronted Yan's fire dragon.

"boom!"

The giant, thunderous finger collided with the fiery dragon.

The blazing flames instantly dissipated under the impact of the thunder's power, turning into sparks that vanished into the air.

The giant, thunderous finger continued its momentum, striking Yan directly in the chest.

"puff!"

Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Yan!"

Xie Yue and Hu Liena exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their eyes filled with shock.

Sikong Zhen's strength has been rumored to be incredible, especially recently, but this is the first time they have witnessed it in person.

Without hesitation, Xie Yue released his martial soul—Moon Blade.

Two sharp curved blades gleamed coldly in his hands.

Hu Liena also released her demon fox martial spirit, and a phantom of a demon fox appeared behind her, its eyes flashing with a bewitching light.

The two men stared warily at Sikong Zhen, their soul power surging within them, ready to strike at any moment.

however,
Sikong Zhen remained standing in place, his expression indifferent. "If you make another move, I'll cripple you."

As he spoke, he looked down at the small drum in his hand, gently stroked the drumhead, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This ignores Hu Liena and Xie Yue.

at this time.

The patrolling guards of the Spirit Hall's inner city rushed over upon hearing the commotion. When they saw the scene before them, especially Hu Liena and the other two, their expressions immediately changed.

"Greetings to the three Your Highnesses!"

Hu Liena waved her hand, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite.

The guards looked at Yan lying on the ground, then at Sikong Zhen, who remained calm, and were momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"This matter ends here. You may all leave," Hu Liena said coldly.

Ultimately, it was Yan's fault in this matter.

If things really escalate, let's not even talk about whether we can do anything to Sikong Zhen.

The reputation of the Spirit Hall will inevitably be damaged.

Hu Liena, who aspires to become the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, would naturally not make such a basic mistake that would hinder her future path to becoming the Holy Maiden.

"As ordered!"

The guards exchanged glances, but dared not ask any further questions, and could only respectfully retreat.

Hu Liena took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.

"Sikong Zhen, we have offended you today. But don't be too smug. The prestige of the Spirit Hall is not something you can challenge."

Hearing this,

Sikong Zhen glanced at her indifferently, his tone calm.

"Provocation? You are too arrogant, thinking that you can do whatever you want just because of the name of the Spirit Hall."

"Zhen is never afraid of power, much less of any particular force."

Hu Liena's expression changed slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Let's go," Hu Liena said coldly, turning around to help Yan up, and leaving the market with Xie Yue.

Sikong Zhen watched their departing figures, his eyes showing no emotion.

We'll teach them a lesson when we meet at the big tournament.

The three Soul Kings wouldn't even be worthy of his attention if they weren't part of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

Subsequently,

Sikong Zhen looked down at the small drum in his hand. The Five Thunder Drum Martial Soul emitted a slight fluctuation, which was stronger than before.

He put away his small drum, turned and left the market, heading towards the hotel.

(End of this chapter)