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

Chapter 35 The Gap in All Aspects

"That's enough!"

Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't help but speak again in a hoarse voice.

He couldn't let Su Chen continue.

Go on.

He and Tang San really have nothing left today.

"Su Chen, you're just relying on some fortuitous encounters and your brute strength to act tough!"

"In the world of Soul Masters, what matters is the quality of the Martial Soul, the configuration of Soul Rings, theoretical planning, and long-term potential!"

"The mistress possesses twin martial souls; her potential far surpasses yours!"

Just because you've won now doesn't mean you can win in the future.

"Snapped!"

This time.

It's not a slap in the face.

Instead, it was a piece of bluestone fragment that flew past Yu Xiaogang's feet and embedded itself hard in the wall behind him.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

Yu Xiaogang's voice stopped abruptly, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Because Su Chen kicked that piece of gravel away.

He didn't even look back.

With just a flick of his toe, he effectively silenced Yu Xiaogang's remaining nonsense, pinning it firmly to his throat.

"Don't try to spout your bullshit theories at me again."

"The next one won't just be a brush with the edge."

Su Chen's voice was not loud.

As Ke Yu Xiaogang listened, he felt his scalp tingle.

He then suddenly realized a cruel truth.

Right now, I am nothing in front of Su Chen.

The so-called master.

The so-called theory.

The so-called status of the elderly.

Faced with true overwhelming power, they are as fragile as paper.

"You—you dare—"

Yu Xiaogang's lips were trembling, but he still tried to maintain his composure.

"I dare not?"

Su Chen finally turned his head and looked at him directly.

That one glance.

Yu Xiaogang was so cold he could barely breathe.

"Yu Xiaogang, is there something you still haven't figured out?"

"It all started when you first spoke in that restaurant, using me as a negative example of a useless martial spirit."

"You're no longer qualified to put on airs like a master in front of me."

"I've dismantled your theory."

I stepped on your face.

"I also pinned your disciple to the ground and beat him to a pulp."

"What can you do now besides stand here and rage helplessly?"

Each sentence spoken.

Yu Xiaogang's face paled a little.

Because everything Su Chen said was true.

Not a single word could refute it.

The most terrifying thing is.

Su Chen spoke these words with a chilling calmness.

It wasn't an angry outburst.

It's not out of control.

Instead, it's like stating a very simple result.

That's what hurts the most.

This shows that in his eyes, Yu Xiaogang is not worth getting angry at all.

He simply kicked a dog that was blocking his way away.

"Xiao Gang————"

Flander finally stepped forward, trying to smooth things over a bit.

But he had only just opened his mouth.

The gray-robed figure who had been silent all along finally took a small step forward.

Just one step.

Flander's pupils contracted sharply.

A terrifying pressure, almost making his soul tremble, silently pressed down upon him.

He did not fully activate his martial spirit.

No spirit rings were generated.

It doesn't even qualify as a genuine display of power.

However, the oppressive feeling from the high-ranking Soul Master was enough to make Flander, a Soul Saint, understand instantly.

If I were to move forward further...

The consequences will be far from pleasant.

"A Title Douluo?!"

Flander's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his voice almost distorted.

These four words came out.

The crowd of onlookers on the street instantly erupted in uproar.

"What?!"

"A Titled Douluo?!"

"That gray-robed man is a Title Douluo?!"

"Impossible?! How could there be—"

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They didn't have time to doubt.

Because the gray-robed man had slowly raised his hand and removed the hood from his head.

A face, delicate and handsome yet exuding a somewhat eerie and noble air, was fully exposed under the lamplight and moonlight.

Blonde hair.

Slender eyes.

There's also that nonchalant attitude that only those who truly stand at the top of Douluo Continent possess.

"Chrysanthemum—Chrysanthemum Douluo?!"

For the first time, Flander's voice became noticeably out of control.

This moment.

It wasn't just him.

Even Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded.

Although he spent most of his time in the academy, engaging in theoretical discussions, he was not an ignorant person.

Elder of the Spirit Hall.

Title Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan!

How could someone like that appear in a place like this?

and----

Why is she standing behind Su Chen the whole time?!

Yu Xiaogang's mind went blank for a moment.

Suddenly, an extremely absurd yet terrifying guess crashed into his consciousness.

No.

Will not.

It's impossible!

"Since you recognized me."

Yue Guan finally spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

It even carried a hint of laziness and playfulness.

But each word felt like a knife gently falling from a great height.

"Then why didn't you all kneel before His Highness the Holy Son?"

boom!

This sentence was even more like a thunderclap than when Tang San was brutally trampled into the ground.

The entire street was completely shattered!

The Holy Son?!

who?!

Almost simultaneously, everyone's eyes fell on Su Chen.

That boy who never truly revealed his martial soul, yet he still beat Tang San so badly that Tang San couldn't even lift his head.

That boy who had a titled Douluo secretly protecting him all the way, and whom even Flander dared not act rashly.

It was actually————

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!

This moment.

The soul masters and mercenaries all over the street felt like their scalps were about to explode.

What is the Spirit Hall?

That is the largest and most terrifying Soul Master force on the Douluo Continent!

And the Holy Son—

That is a prestigious status that countless people can only look up to!

No wonder.

No wonder Su Chen was so aloof from beginning to end.

No wonder he dared to brutally stomp on Yu Xiaogang and Tang San in the street.

No wonder the titled Douluo stood behind him like a shadow.

Because they were already in a higher position!

It's not an act.

It was so high that they could barely even look up!

"Holy Son—"

Yu Xiaogang was swaying.

He looked at Su Chen, and for the first time, his face showed genuine shock.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!

This is the child he dismissed with a single sentence, "useless martial spirit," and who he didn't even bother to give a second glance.

Now, he's actually become the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!

All those things he said and did to Su Chen these past few days—in restaurants, on the street, and in front of so many people—

Wouldn't that turn everything into the biggest joke?!

He used it as a negative example to trample on others.

He became the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

His disciples staked their dignity and theories on him.

He was brutally trampled underfoot by the Holy Son in the street.

This is no longer just a slap in the face.

This completely overturned his entire life, his entire set of beliefs, and his entire sense of self-esteem!

"impossible----"

Yu Xiaogang murmured to himself.

"This is impossible—"

"How could a useless martial soul possibly be—"

"A useless martial spirit?"

Yue Guan smiled softly.

The laughter was very gentle.

What fell into Yu Xiaogang's ears was more piercing than a knife.

"Your knowledge is just as pathetic as the rumors say."

"His Highness the Holy Son possesses extraordinary talent, and His Holiness the Pope personally accepted him as a disciple. Someone like you, stuck at level 29 and trying to call yourself a master by copying a few lousy books, dares to criticize His Highness the Holy Son's martial spirit?"

His Holiness the Pope personally accepted a disciple!

These eight characters.

They ruthlessly crushed Yu Xiaogang's last shred of hope.

Bibi Dong.

Su Chen is actually Bibi Dong's personally accepted disciple?!

Thinking about this.

Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been brutally drained of all his energy.

Bibi Dong.

That name he was once most familiar with, yet least dared to face.

Now, it's been pushed back down on him in this way.

Moreover, through her disciple, she brutally trampled him into the mud.

This is simply the cruelest retribution in the world.

"puff----"

Overwhelmed by intense emotions, Yu Xiaogang's vision went black, his chest tightened, and he was forced to cough up blood by the series of shocks.

The streets were in uproar.

Tang San was still immersed in humiliation and murderous intent.

But when the words "Your Highness the Holy Son" were uttered, he was completely stunned.

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

The direct descendant of the Pope.

A titled Douluo accompanied him.

All of this crashed down on his face like a giant wave, making him truly realize for the first time that the gap between him and Su Chen was not just in terms of strength.

There are also differences in identity, resources, background, and perspective.

This difference is even more significant than that kick just now.

Because it's not something you can catch up to just by trying.

It's like a big mountain.

It stood directly in front of him.

Tang San clenched his fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

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A deeper chill crept up from the depths of my heart.

Wuhun Temple.

Holy Son.

Bibi Dong's direct descendant.

This identity completely pinned Su Chen to his opposite side.

This moment.

The killing intent in Tang San's heart did not extinguish; on the contrary, it became even clearer.

only.

It was no longer the youthful, impetuous rage of before.

It is something deeper, colder, and more dangerous.

Su Chen saw all of this.

Of course he knew what Tang San was thinking.

But he doesn't care.

At least for now, I don't care.

Because of this immature, sinister dog in front of him, no matter how much he hated it, he could only lie there.

"Yu Xiaogang".

Su Chen finally spoke again.

Yu Xiaogang subconsciously looked up.

That usually composed and dignified master's face was now nothing but a mess.

"Don't you always like to talk about martial spirits, talents, and the future?"

"Then I'll give you a piece of advice today."

"True strength never relies on words to live."

"I would never rely on a disciple to uphold my dignity."

"You can't do it."

"Tang San, not now either."

"As for the future—"

Su Chen glanced at Tang San, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"We'll talk about the future when he's truly qualified to stand in front of me."

Done.

He turned and left.

He didn't look at Yu Xiaogang again.

He didn't step on Tang San a second time.

Because enough humiliation has already been given.

The most brutal part next is not continuing to fight.

Instead, let them continue living with their ravaged faces from today.

This is the real torture.

Yue Guan chuckled softly and followed slowly.

As he passed Flanders, he paused slightly, his tone playful.

"Since you're somewhat sensible, I'll let it slide today."

"However, some people are too foul-mouthed and too blind."

"It would be best to stay away from His Highness in the future."

"There will be a next time—"

Yue Guan didn't finish what she was saying.

He simply raised his hand and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

laugh.

Not far away, a wooden pillar as thick as a bowl had silently broken into two pieces, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Everyone on the street gasped in shock.

This is a Title Douluo.

This is an elder of the Spirit Hall.

It was only at this moment that they truly understood where Su Chen's arrogant confidence came from.

No.

It's not just about where they come from.

More importantly, he himself deserves that kind of confidence.