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Chapter 96 To My Will! [Please Subscribe]

"What kind of garbage?"

With such weak strength, how dare you come up and provoke me?

Lu Xian flipped his hand with a puzzled expression, held the broken sword tip to his fingertips, and flicked it casually. The tip of the Seven Kill Sword, which was slowly dissipating into energy, suddenly cut out a streak of white light, easily piercing through the Sword Douluo's chest and traveling an unknown distance.

fast!

The swift Sword Douluo had barely realized the danger when his own martial soul pierced through his chest. So fast was he that he didn't even have time to feel the pain of his chest being pierced before a light foot landed on his chest, causing a loud "boom" as he was sent flying.

Sword Douluo's face was contorted, his body arched like a boiled shrimp, countless ribs were broken on the spot, and his entire chest almost collapsed as he flew straight towards the lake.

He rolled and skipped across the lake, creating white waves nearly a hundred meters away, before finally sinking unconscious to the bottom like a dead dog. His bright red color spread out in a straight line across the slightly green surface of the lake.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, before anyone could even try to stop it.

The entire audience was stunned by this scene. At this moment, the silence was so profound that you could hear a pin drop. Xue Beng lay curled up on the ground, clutching his head, his eyes glazed over, and his crotch was already wet without him even realizing it.

Lu Xian slowly retracted his leg, glancing with some displeasure at Xue Qinghe beside him, who looked somewhat dazed, and said:

"Brother Xue, is this how your royal family treats its guests? One fool blocked the road and shouted, another weak guard attacked with his sword. This luncheon is truly disgusting. I have no appetite. Just call Sword Douluo over. Let's go through the process of testing our strength and finish this quickly. If Sword Douluo isn't here, I'm going back now."

"By the way, beauties don't leave!"

Lu Xian's words broke the silence, and everyone jolted back to their senses.

"Uncle Jian!" A mournful cry rang out from the pavilion at this moment, and a figure in blue robes hurriedly rushed to the center of the lake and plunged into the lake to save the person.

Uncle Jian?

That title sounds so familiar...

Lu Xian was taken aback when he saw this scene. Could the one he had just kicked away be the Sword Douluo?

"Sword...Sword Douluo is in the lake..."

Xue Qinghe's eyes twitched slightly. He knew Lu Xian's strength was quite good, but only after witnessing him in action did he realize that it was more than just good...

Even among the titled Douluo, Jian Daochen Xin was a top-tier figure in terms of strength. However, in front of Lu Xian, he was like a child, completely powerless to resist. He was almost kicked to death. Looking at Lu Xian's leisurely appearance, it seemed that he was just casually attacking and hadn't even started to take it seriously.

His true strength is unimaginable.

They are practically gods!

Xue Qinghe was thrilled, thinking, "This is truly a treasure! With Brother Lu's support, what is there to worry about in achieving our great cause!"

"So it really is Sword Douluo?"

Lu Xian was stunned and speechless. He hadn't even looked closely at the person's face, assuming he was just a palace guard in charge of security, and kicked him out casually. He never expected to kick the examiner over.

"The famous Seven Kill Sword? It breaks with a single stroke. It's so brittle it'd be too fragile to even shave my fingernail..." Lu Xian scoffed.

Soul Masters generally have good hearing, and since Lu Xian didn't try to hide it, even the people on Ting Wan's side could hear his disdainful words clearly.

Sword Douluo, who had just been pulled from the lake by Ning Fengzhi and was slowly waking up from his coma, immediately spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs upon hearing this from afar, and fainted again. Ning Fengzhi hurriedly took him back to Tingwan, where a healing Soul Master was already waiting.

Originally, the healing soul master was prepared for Lu Xian, in case he got injured during the test. Now, the situation has reversed. The timely rescue has kept the Sword Douluo alive, but his injuries are too severe. Someone has already left quickly to go to the Ye family to invite the Nine-Heart Begonia soul master...

Lu Xian glanced at Ting Wan, greeted Xue Qinghe, and prepared to leave. "Since the examiner didn't catch it, the test should be over, right? Can I leave now?"

Xue Qinghe quickly grabbed his arm. "Brother Lu, it's my fault for not being a good host. Since you're already here, please give me some face and visit Father Emperor before you leave."

Your face is worthless during the day, but it's quite valuable at night. I'm not really in a hurry to leave, but I'm afraid there are too many idiots around, and I might lose control and ruin your plans. Since you've sincerely invited me...

After thinking for a moment, Lu Xian decided to give Xue Qinghe face and followed him toward Ting Wan. When they passed the avalanche, he stepped on Xue Qinghe's face.

So what if he's a prince? Lu Xian's actions are now completely unrestrained.

Cultivating one's mind and character? That's completely foreign to him.

What would an ordinary person do if they had the power of a native of the country on Earth?

Day 1: Carefully concealing our strength, we explore Earth.

The next day: So I'm the only one in the world with superhuman abilities? So I'm invincible now? Time to rob a bank and a beautiful woman.

Day 3: I'm so bored, let's find something fun!

Day 4: The presidency takes turns, this year it's my turn, this is my Earth!

Lu Xian today is similar to this man from the motherland.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

He's just a high school student who's only been practicing cultivation for less than two months. What kind of extraordinary cultivation mindset could he possibly have?

For the country and the people? Bullshit!

If I absolutely have to have one...

The kind of mind he cultivates is called:

"Do as I please," or "Have fun."

Is he afraid of trouble? He's not afraid at all.

The worst outcome would be nothing more than slaughtering them and turning the world upside down!

Whether it's demon or Buddha, righteous or evil, what does it matter?

He only cultivates what I desire, and only cultivates my eternal existence.

When Xue Qinghe saw him publicly humiliating Xue Beng, he didn't say anything. He just glanced at Xue Beng coldly and said, "Go change your pants. You're really embarrassing yourself."

Upon hearing this, Xue Beng lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment. Trembling, he scrambled to his feet and stumbled away. In truth, he probably wouldn't live much longer, because the kick Lu Xian had given him in the face had left a subtle, hidden force of Bajiquan in his head. If this hidden force wasn't actively guided, it would likely erupt in three days...

Led by Xue Qinghe, Lu Xian slowly walked into the pavilion. The pavilion was built by the lake, with four red pillars supporting a wine-red canopy. It was open to the air from all sides, and strands of white gauze hung from the eaves, dancing lightly in the breeze.

This place, originally a scenic spot and an elegant retreat, a tranquil and peaceful imperial garden where emperors could cultivate their minds and bodies, now appears chaotic and disorderly.

A number of people had already gathered in the pavilion. Sword Douluo was seriously injured and was laid flat on the floor. Two healing-type support soul masters were on his left and right, sweating profusely as they treated his injuries.

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi, dressed in a magnificent blue robe and leaning on a scepter, was soaking wet and holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, applying buffs to the unconscious Sword Douluo and two healing-type Soul Masters.

Besides them, there were several middle-aged men dressed in fine clothes sitting quietly in their seats, watching. They were powerful and influential nobles of the empire. When the avalanche was attacked, it was Prince Xuexing who ordered Sword Douluo to stop it. Unexpectedly, they received a pleasant surprise.

Sword Douluo was critically injured and on the verge of death, which was tantamount to losing Xue Qinghe's arm. Unfortunately, after losing an arm, Xue Qinghe found an even stronger ally. Several nobles exchanged glances without making a sound...

(End of this chapter)