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

Chapter 36 Some people are born to stand above you.

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness the Holy Son!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

next second.

Those soul masters, mercenaries, and shopkeepers who had been watching the commotion on the street suddenly knelt down in a large group.

The sounds rose and fell.

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness the Holy Son!"

"Respectfully seeing off His Highness the Holy Son!"

The long street shook.

Su Chen did not stop walking.

He simply raised his hand slightly as a response.

This posture, however, did not escape the notice of Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

But it was like a silent slap in the face.

Just a moment ago, they regarded him as a "useless martial spirit".

Now, he is leaving, his back to them, as the people kneeling and bowing in reverence fill the streets.

That figure was upright, composed, and imposing.

Like a newly risen sun, yet already so scorching that one dares not look directly at it.

The master and his apprentice could only stand in the shadows, looking disheveled.

There's nothing we can do.

Tang San stared intently at that figure's back.

Her fingernails had dug deep into her palm, drawing blood.

He didn't speak.

But what was in those eyes was colder than any harsh words.

Su Chen.

Today's disgrace.

He wrote it down.

Someday.

He will get it all back, one by one.

Yu Xiaogang, however, did not have the same tenacity as him.

Looking at the people kneeling in the street, and at Su Chen's retreating figure being protected by Yue Guan, he felt his mind buzzing.

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

The direct descendant of the Pope.

The person I personally rejected back then.

This fact, like a dull knife, was relentlessly cutting into his mind again and again.

If only back then—

If only he hadn't treated Su Chen like trash back then.

If only I had been the one standing by Su Chen's side back then.

Now, he's being escorted by a whole street of respects, protected by titled Douluo, and valued by the Pope—

Could the outcome be different?

The thought had just popped into my head.

Yu Xiaogang himself was startled.

But then, an even deeper sense of bitterness and regret welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It was his first time.

For the first time, I genuinely began to doubt something.

Could I have really misjudged?

even----

The biggest mistake I made in my life was not failing to prove the theory.

Instead, he personally pushed a true genius out of his own world.

Thinking about this...

Yu Xiaogang felt his vision go black again.

He stumbled and nearly fell over.

"Xiao Gang!"

Flanders quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Yu Xiaogang looked completely lost, his face ashen, his lips pale, and he had lost all the swagger he had displayed in the restaurant.

As for Tang San...

He slowly straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently in the direction Su Chen had left.

Nobody knows.

That night.

It wasn't just his face that was brutally crushed at that moment.

And there was also the last layer of composure in his heart that he believed he was only temporarily lying low.

starting today.

Su Chen had become the heaviest mountain weighing on his heart.

It was also a hurdle he had to overcome decisively.

If we can't get over it.

Then Tang San will live his entire life in the shadow of this long street.

The wind on the long street still carried a hint of blood and dust.

But the entire Soul Beast Town was so quiet it was as if someone had choked it.

No one dared to look up.

No one dared to breathe too heavily.

Because that figure hadn't gone far.

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

The direct descendant of the Pope.

Titled Douluo protectors.

These three identities were like three sledgehammers, smashing down on everyone's heads, shattering all their previous understanding of Su Chen.

Who would have thought?

The person who was just trampled on by Yu Xiaogang in the restaurant as a "negative example of a useless martial spirit" has turned into the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who is welcomed by all the spirit masters on the street.

No one expected it.

Tang San's supposedly miraculous hidden weapons, footwork, and first spirit ring were utterly insignificant compared to him, not even enough to warrant someone drawing their sword.

Su Chen did not turn around.

He carried the shallow weapon, stepping over the kneeling figures on the ground, and slowly walked out of the town.

Yue Guan, dressed in a gray robe, followed behind, unable to suppress the smirk on his face.

He was in a very good mood tonight.

He had originally been thinking about whether or not to give these ignorant ants some decency.

As a result, Su Chen didn't need him to take action at all.

A street fight was turned into a public humiliation by his own holy son.

He only needs to make a final appearance and say, "Why don't you kneel before His Highness the Holy Son?" to shatter everyone's worldview.

This kind of roadside protection is comfortable.

It feels better than swatting a hundred small fish.

"Your Highness."

Yue Guan finally spoke, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering laughter.

"Should this old servant go back and take care of those two small fry as well?"

He didn't name names.

But Su Chen knew who he was talking about.

Tang San, Yu Xiaogang.

A future menace.

A clown in the present day.

For a titled Douluo of Yue Guan's caliber, these two are not even worthy of being called "opponents".

If we really have to take action.

Even blowing a breath is too much.

Su Chen did not stop walking.

"No rush."

"Let them live."

"Living makes life more meaningful."

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan's eyes lit up slightly.

He's certainly not stupid.

Since Su Chen said that, it means there's something more to uncover about that master and disciple.

not to mention.

Tonight's humiliation is more than just a slap in the face for Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

That was to trample their most relied-upon and most prized possession into the mud in front of everyone.

Especially Yu Xiaogang.

When Yue Guan recalled that ashen, almost dead face from just now, she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This self-important good-for-nothing has been putting on airs for years with a set of plagiarized, shoddy theories, and surprisingly, he's actually managed to fool quite a few people.

it's good now.

The child he personally misjudged, rejected, and trampled into a waste, ironically became the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

This is worse than slapping him ten thousand times.

"Your Highness is wise."

Yue Guan added with a smile.

"Some useless people are too easy to kill."

Su Chen then gave him a dismissive glance.

"You've been talking too much nonsense lately."

Yue Guan immediately shut up, but her smile only deepened.

Because this shows.

Su Chen was also in a bad mood.

Just as the two walked out of the main street of the Soul Beast Town.

Finally, someone dared to slowly raise their head from behind.

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First came a few low-level Soul Masters whose legs were numb from kneeling.

Then there were the mercenaries and merchants who had been huddled far away in the street corner, barely daring to breathe.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with barely suppressed fear.

"The Spirit Hall—the Holy Son?"

"Was that child really His Holiness the Pope's direct descendant?"

"Even titled Douluo are protecting him, how could this be fake?"

"Yu Xiao just said he had a useless martial soul—"

"Useless my foot! Have you ever seen a useless martial spirit that could stomp Tang San into the ground with one kick?"

"Didn't Tang San have innate full soul power?"

"So what if you have innate full soul power? His Highness the Holy Son didn't even draw his sword!"

The murmurs started but quickly subsided.

Because everyone subconsciously glanced at Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.

The master and apprentice looked so pitiful.

Tang San's face was covered in blood, his sleeves were torn, and his chest was dented. He stood there like a wolf cub whose spine had been broken but who was still stubbornly refusing to fall.

Needless to say, Yu Xiaogang is another example.

Her face was as white as paper.

His eyes were unfocused.

Although he was being supported by Flander, his soul seemed to still be caught up in the words "Your Highness" from earlier.

Flander's mind was in turmoil at that moment.

From the very beginning, he knew that Su Chen was no ordinary person.

That kind of demeanor.

That look in his eyes.

And there was also the subtle, yet palpable, sense of oppression emanating from the gray-robed guard behind him.

All of this indicates that this child's background is incredibly impressive.

But he never expected it to be this big.

Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's direct descendant.

This is no longer a question of whether Shrek can afford to mess with them.

Even if you put all of Shrek Academy together, they might not be good enough to get anyone's attention.

Thinking of this, Flander couldn't help but look at Tang San.

This child is indeed exceptionally talented.

They do indeed have some rather strange trump cards and methods.

But after tonight.

Su Chen, this mountain, will be like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted in his heart.

If Tang San can pull through, he might be able to climb even higher.

But what if we can't make it through?

From then on, every time he cultivated, every time he made a move, every time he was in high spirits, he would recall the image of himself being trampled on the street that night.

This is a kind of mental demon that can ruin a person.

"The other woman"

Flander's voice lowered a few decibels.

"Let's go back first."

"This is not the place to talk."

Tang San did not move.

He kept staring intently in the direction Su Chen had left.

The look in his eyes was no longer just anger.

It's cold, not cold.

A kind of cold that is pressed into the ground and then slowly frozen in the heart.

"Dean."

He finally spoke.

His voice was a little hoarse from the battle, but it made him sound even more gloomy.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, is that all you're made of?"

Flander's heart skipped a beat.

His biggest worry was that Tang San would completely get stuck in a dead end at this time.

"Mistress, calm down."

"That Su Chen from earlier is someone you can't afford to mess with right now, neither in terms of his status nor his strength."

"Just because you can't touch it now doesn't mean you can't touch it in the future."

Tang San chuckled softly.

That laughter made Flander feel uncomfortable.

"Can't touch it?"

"I used to think that as long as I took it one step at a time, I would eventually be able to step over everyone who stood in my way."

"But I only know now."

Some people are born to stand above you.

"The identity is on it."

Strength is paramount.

"Even luck is in it."

Speaking of it.

Tang San slowly clenched his fist.

The knuckles turned white from the exertion.

"But the more it is like this..."

"The more I wanted to pull him down..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang seemed to finally snap out of his massive self-doubt.

He looked at Tang San, his lips moving.

"The mistress—"

Tang San turned to look at him.

"teacher."

This sound only made Yu Xiaogang feel worse.

Because he suddenly realized.

She no longer had the confidence to lecture Tang San that she had before.

Su Chen's words not only shattered his theory.

It also revealed the truth that he himself had been least willing to face all these years.

He was indeed stuck at level 29 his entire life.

Indeed, they cannot produce any truly convincing practical results.

He did indeed personally push a peerless genius, who might be far more terrifying and more suitable to prove all theories, out of his own world.

These things can usually be suppressed by talking tough.

Available today.

Su Chen used reality to stomp him into the mud.

He could no longer hold back.