Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

"This is impossible!!!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened, and he let out an incredulous and horrified roar.

He felt as if he was facing not a six-year-old child, but a falling star!

The terrifying heat even penetrated his Martial Soul phantom and directly scorched his physical body.

This level 99 Limit Douluo actually felt a trace of...the threat of death for the first time ever!

"retreat!"

Almost instinctively, Qian Daoliu abruptly retracted his shattered martial spirit phantom and retreated dozens of feet backward like lightning until he reached the edge of the main hall, barely avoiding the most terrifying heat wave at its core.

Even so, the edges of his magnificent gold-embroidered robe were charred black.

Outside the main hall.

Bibi Dong was also forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden and terrifying heat.

She had to activate the Death Spider King's Martial Soul True Form, using its hard, purplish-black shell to protect her entire body, barely managing to withstand the onslaught of the heatwave.

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

Bibi Dong looked at the small figure in the center of the hall, enveloped in a dark red heat wave, like a fire god descending to earth, her beautiful eyes flashing with unprecedented fervor and shock.

I've struck gold!

This is truly a priceless treasure!

With Su Chen around, the Three Upper Sects, the Two Great Empires, and even... the lofty gods, will all be trampled underfoot!

"call……"

In the center of the hall, Su Chen exhaled a long, hot breath.

He glanced at the light-colored sword in his hand, which had lost a small portion of its rust and revealed dark red magma magic patterns, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Temporarily boosted the initial release progress to ten percent? Although it was only a brief burst of power for a few seconds, it was enough to intimidate this old guy."

Su Chen secretly made plans in his mind.

He knew that with his current soul power and physical strength, he was simply unable to truly control the Shikai of Ryujin Jakka.

That last burst was purely an outburst from the sword spirit after being provoked.

If this state is forcibly maintained, even with the absolute protection of the system, his soul power will be drained in an instant.

"receive."

With a thought, Su Chen used the bond of their souls to forcibly calm the irritable sword spirit.

"Buzz—"

The terrifyingly high temperature inside the hall, enough to melt everything, receded rapidly like a tide.

The flowing magma magic patterns on the Asahi sword gradually disappeared, and were covered again by a thick layer of rust, turning it back into that inconspicuous, broken iron sword.

Apart from the six-winged angel statue whose face had been partially melted by the fire, and the charred and cracked marble floor all around, it seemed as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Dead silence.

The entire Douluo Hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Qian Daoliu stood at the edge of the main hall, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at Su Chen, then at the broken angel statue. The arrogance and murderous intent that had been there before were gone from his golden eyes.

Instead, there was a deep sense of apprehension, and a hint of fanaticism hidden in his eyes!

At his level, he could naturally see that the power Su Chen had just unleashed was definitely not of this world!

If the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is a divinely bestowed Martial Soul, then the broken sword in Su Chen's hand is as if... capable of killing a god!

Qian Daoliu was a person who desperately craved divine power. He was even willing to sacrifice his own life so that Qian Renxue could inherit the divine position.

And now, a prodigy with potential even more terrifying than an angel god is standing right in front of him!

"you……"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart. Although his voice was still hoarse, it no longer had the arrogance it had before.

"What's the name of the sword you're holding?"

Su Chen casually twirled his sword, hoisted the Qian Da onto his thin shoulder, and looked at Qian Daoliu with a half-smile.

"It? It doesn't have a name yet. But you can call it... a fire poker."

"A fire poker?" Qian Daoliu's lips twitched slightly.

What the hell is this fire poker?!

A fire poker that can burn the illusory spirit of a level 99 Limit Douluo to ashes and melt an angel statue?!

"A thousand streams."

At this moment, Bibi Dong finally stepped forward from outside the main hall. Without hesitation, she blocked Su Chen's path, like a lioness protecting her cubs, coldly staring at the High Priest.

"Was that enough testing just now? Su Chen is the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall. You should know his potential better than I do."

Bibi Dong's tone carried a hint of warning, "If you insist on punishing him for the crime of disrespect, then I don't mind starting a full-scale war between the Elders' Hall and the Papal Hall right now!"

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He looked at Su Chen, who was being protected by Bibi Dong. The boy still had a nonchalant, even somewhat bored expression.

After a long while, Qian Daoliu suddenly let out a long sigh.

That once upright and sturdy body seemed to have aged ten years in that instant.

"That's enough, that's enough..."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the broken angel statue, his voice revealing an undisguised sense of desolation and compromise.

"Bibi Dong, you have won. This Holy Son... I acknowledge him."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

She knew that the power of Su Chen's sword strike had played a decisive role in making the stubborn old man, Qian Daoliu, bow down.

"but."

Qian Daoliu suddenly stopped, turned his back to the two of them, and his voice became extremely serious.

"This kid's power is too domineering, even filled with destructive attributes. Bibi Dong, you'd better keep him under control. What if one day he becomes a demon king who threatens the Spirit Hall and the Angel lineage..."

"Even if it costs me my old life, even if it means taking the entire ancestral hall with me, I will utterly annihilate him!"

Qian Daoliu's words were filled with a resolute killing intent.

"There's no need for the Grand Master to worry about that. I will teach my disciple myself." Bibi Dong snorted and took Su Chen's small hand.

"Chen'er, let's go."

Su Chen let Bibi Dong lead him, and the moment he turned to leave the main hall, he suddenly turned back and gave Qian Daoliu's back a meaningful smile.

"Old man, let me remind you something."

"Don't try to fathom my power with your pitiful understanding."

"Because that would make you seem... ignorant."

After saying that, Su Chen ignored Qian Daoliu's suddenly stiff back and strode out of the Douluo Palace with Bibi Dong.

Watching the two figures depart, Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, looking at the broken statue of a god flowing with golden tears, his eyes flashing with extremely complex light.

"The world... is really about to change."

……

The Papal Palace, a secret chamber.

Bibi Dong took Su Chen back to her palace and carefully examined him. Only after confirming that Su Chen had not suffered any internal injuries in the fight did she breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Chen'er, you were too impulsive just now."

Bibi Dong looked at Su Chen, her eyes filled with doting affection, but also with a hint of lingering fear. "Qian Daoliu is, after all, a level 99 Peerless Douluo. What if he had really disregarded everything and tried to kill you just now..."

"Don't worry, Master, that old man can't kill me."

Su Chen toyed with the shallow weapon in his hand, his tone extremely confident.

With the protection of his systematic absolute calmness and the extremely high level of his "Flowing Blade Like Fire" technique, no one in this low-level Douluo world can kill him instantly.

"You..." Bibi Dong shook her head helplessly, then a glint of light flashed in her eyes, "However, the power you displayed today has indeed completely intimidated Qian Daoliu. From today onwards, no one will dare to question your status as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall."

I don't care about status or anything like that.

Su Chen suddenly put away his shallow attack, raised his head, and looked at Bibi Dong with utmost seriousness.

"Master, I want to leave Wuhun City for a while."