Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and nodded slightly to Long Tian Wu, not letting formalities bind him, and said firmly, "My mother and the others were willing to let me come because they know I won't do anything I'm not sure of."

In the junior group, there really aren't any opponents who can be considered truly challenging.

But just then, a discordant snort suddenly rang out.

Jiang Wuyue strode over with her arms crossed, staring arrogantly at Qian Gu Xingci, "Show-off!"

"What are you doing in our War God Temple's private room, people from the Spirit Pagoda? You're not welcome here."

"Jiang Wuyue! What nonsense are you spouting!" Long Yuxue glared at him immediately. "Xingci is a family friend of mine, and a guest I invited. Stop talking nonsense here!"

Jiang Wuyue, her neck stiff, still stared intently at Qian Guxingci, "What makes a pampered young master from a wealthy family compare to us warriors who have fought our way through the battlefield!"

After all, Jiang Wuyue's secret crush, which was more like an open love, was already an open secret within the entire Blood God Legion.

From the corps commander to the new recruits, everyone knows that Captain Jiang's voice involuntarily lowers eight octaves whenever he sees Long Yuxue, and he always insists on being in the same group as her on missions, but he stubbornly refuses to admit it.

He insisted on treating what the entire legion knew as his own tightly hidden crush, making it the most enjoyable topic of conversation during everyone's breaks.

After Qian Gu Xing Ci finished explaining things to Long Yu Xue, he glanced at Jiang Wu Yue not far away and said, "The Blood God Legion are all warriors who risked their lives to protect the Federation's homeland. I sincerely admire them."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He nodded goodbye to Long Yuxue and turned to leave.

This was a direct and devastating blow to Jiang Wuyue.

Just as he was feeling suffocated with anger, a pretty figure rushed over, grabbed his arm, shook it, and called out in a clear voice, "Brother! What are you standing here for? Your face is longer than an abyss."

Jiang Wuyue looked down and saw her younger sister, Jiang Qiyue, blinking her big, bright eyes.

He snorted irritably and asked in a muffled voice, "July, tell me the truth, do you also think that I was inferior to that pretty boy just now?"

Jiang Qiyue blinked, looking completely innocent: "Huh? Which pretty boy?"

"The one who was standing next to Long Yuxue just now!"

Jiang Qiyue gave an "oh" sound, drawing out the syllable, as if she had just realized something.

Jiang Wuyue stared intently at her, pressing, "Don't interrupt, tell me! Which side are you on?"

Jiang Qiyue grabbed his arm and shook it, stating matter-of-factly, "My stance is of course the Federation!"

Jiang Wuyue almost choked on her breath, glaring at her and gritting her teeth, she said, "...Be more detailed!"

"Legion!"

"..."

"Go on."

Jiang Qiyue's eyes crinkled into a sly smile: "Then I'm on the same side as Sister Yuxue!"

Jiang Wuyue: "..."

Chapter 67: If the God's Health Bar is Revealed, There is Hope

The afternoon sun pierced through the dome of the arena, like a thin veil spread over the central competition stage.

With the chief referee's order, the first round of the junior division of this year's All-Federal Grand Competition officially began.

The moment the junior group competition started, the real-time popularity of the entire Federation Soul Guidance Forum skyrocketed like a Soul Guidance rocket, directly breaking through the peak and dominating all related topics.

Even before the competition began, major betting companies had already released odds for the junior group to win.

Just three days before the competition, after the official announcement from the Spirit Pagoda that Na'er had successfully broken through to the fourth level of the Soul Master realm, this girl, who participated in the competition under the name of the Spirit Pagoda, immediately topped the list of favorites to win the junior group with an overwhelming odds of 1 to 3.

With odds leading the second-place finisher by several times, he became the undisputed number one choice to win the championship across the entire Federation.

Just as the forums were buzzing with discussions about the favorites to win, Na'er's first main match was already underway on the competition stage.

Her opponent was a level four Soul Master from the Tang Sect.

As soon as the opponent stepped onto the competition stage, he immediately deployed his Level 4 Soul Guidance Armor, which covered his entire body. Dozens of Soul Guidance Cannons simultaneously lit up with red light, storing energy, and all kinds of Soul Guidance Weapons were ready to be used. However, he could not hide the surging solemnity in his eyes.

He knows his own limitations very well.

Among the overwhelming rankings of junior group strength on the forum, he couldn't even squeeze into the bottom tier.

But his opponent today is the overwhelming favorite to win the championship, who is touted as a god by the entire Federation and is even called the ruler of the junior group by many people.

But so what?

When mortals have the opportunity to stand against the gods, the gods are no longer invincible.

What if this so-called title of genius is just a gimmick deliberately created by the Spirit Pagoda?

What if she's not as good as she claims to be?

What if he is the chosen one who can overturn the myth!

But Na'er, on the other side of the field, just stood quietly.

Her pale silver eyes remained completely still, as if the fully armed opponent opposite her and the surrounding roaring waves had nothing to do with her, and she hadn't even released her martial spirit beforehand.

"The match begins!"

The moment the referee's loud voice fell, the Tang Sect Soul Master's Soul Guidance Cannons fired simultaneously!

Countless soul-guided lasers, imbued with immense power, tore through the air, carrying scorching heat waves as they hurtled towards Na'er, instantly filling the entire arena with blinding red light.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience, but the next second, the gasps abruptly ceased.

All the frenzied soul-guided attacks suddenly stopped one meter in front of Na'er.

It was as if it had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible spatial barrier. No matter how the laser exploded or how the energy impacted, it could not advance even an inch.

Na'er gently raised her right hand, and a magnificent, lustrous silver dragon spear suddenly appeared in her fair palm, its shaft adorned with faint silver dragon patterns.

At the same time, four spirit rings, three purple and one black, slowly rose from beneath her feet, swirling and circling around her.

It should be noted that most of the contestants in the junior group are three-ring Soul Masters.

A soul ring combination of three purple and one black is a complete and utter defeat in the junior group competition!

Just as the entire arena fell into a deathly silence over the spirit ring pairing, Na'er lightly turned her wrist, causing the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear to flick slightly.

The soul-guided attacks that had been suspended in mid-air instantly swirled back, several times faster than when they came, carrying even more violent power, and slammed heavily into the soul-guided shield that the soul master had hastily erected.

With a deafening roar, the protective shield was instantly covered in cracks.

Na'er gripped the Silver Dragon Spear and swung it forward lightly, the spearhead drawing a smooth silver line in the air.

In an instant, hundreds of sharp spear shadows appeared out of thin air around the Soul Master, the sharp whistling of the spear shadows piercing the air overpowering the roar of the energy explosion.

Another deafening explosion rang out, and the already shattered protective shield collapsed.

Those impenetrable gun shadows did not harm him in the slightest; they merely and with unparalleled precision ripped off every single piece of his soul-guided armor. The clanging of metal hitting the ground rang out one after another, and in the blink of an eye, his soul-guided armor was completely dismantled and scattered on the ground of the arena.

One move, and the battle is over.

On the field, the Tang Sect Soul Master stood frozen in place, his inner clothes soaked with cold sweat, still unable to react.

He didn't even see the other party's movements clearly. His thoughts of resistance and evasion were locked away by an invisible will the moment the silver line was drawn.

Meanwhile, in the exclusive boxes of various forces on the top floor of the Soul Arena, the Title Douluo and Soul Douluo level powerhouses who had long been accustomed to the ups and downs all changed their expressions in an instant.

Inside the War God Temple's private room, Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu, who was holding a teacup, suddenly stopped, not even noticing the scalding tea spilling over the rim of the cup.

His sharp eyes were fixed on the slender figure in the arena, and a low murmur escaped his throat: "Gun intent? He's already grasped gun intent at such a young age?!"

The atmosphere at the Xingjian Ye family was extremely tense.

As a family with a sword-wielding tradition spanning thousands of years, the Ye family's perception of the essence of weapons far surpasses that of most sects on the continent.

The head of the Ye family, a titled Douluo who had immersed himself in swordsmanship for decades, was staring intently at the girl standing in the arena with her gun sheathed, his knuckles turning white.

Ye Xinglan, who was standing beside him, had already stood up subconsciously, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her face filled with utter disbelief.

As the most outstanding genius of the current generation of the Star Sword Ye family, she had already grasped the realm of man and sword as one.

This talent, even in Shrek Academy where geniuses abound, is unprecedented, and is the future on which the entire family places high hopes.

The unity of man and sword is ultimately just a harmony between man and weapon; there is still a long way to go before one can truly grasp the essence of swordsmanship.

Ye Xinglan once thought that he had already stood at the forefront of the weaponry of his generation, but after seeing Na'er's casual shot today, he truly understood what it meant to be outmatched.

A girl even younger than her was not only a four-ring Soul Master with a terrifying three purple and one black Soul Ring, but she had also truly comprehended the intent of the spear, reaching a level that she had been unable to reach even after years of arduous training.

Not only the Ye family, but all the powerful figures from various sects and veterans from the military who were watching the match at this moment completely abandoned all their contempt and wishful thinking.

Many people initially thought that the news released by the Spirit Pagoda was just a publicity stunt, and that Na'er's status as a favorite to win the championship was exaggerated.

But after that shot, no one had a shred of doubt.

Everyone knows perfectly well that the final result of this year's junior group competition is already decided.

No one can shake Na'er's championship position in the slightest.

The entire stadium was dead silent for a full three seconds, then erupted into a deafening roar that could lift the dome of the sky!

"One move! Without even using a soul skill, he instantly killed a fully armed level four soul master!"

"Na'er! Na'er! Na'er!"

Deafening shouts echoed throughout the Soul Arena, and the live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments.

The hashtag #Na'er'sBoyhoodCeiling# instantly surged to the top of the Soul Guide Hot Search List with overwhelming force, leaving the second place dozens of times in terms of popularity.

Na'er calmly stepped off the competition platform, ignoring the shouts rising and falling on both sides of the passage. She went straight into the private room of the Spirit Pagoda, obediently sat down next to Gu Yue, and looked at Qian Gu Xing Ci beside her with bright, light silver eyes. She whispered, "Xing Ci, I won! Is there no reward?"

Chapter 68 A Bull with Dragon Horns? A Bull with Dragon Horns

The afternoon draw ceremony had just ended when a match list was thrown into the Mingdu Arena like a spark igniting the atmosphere.

In the main competition of the youth group, the Spirit Pagoda's Eternal Star Farewell faces off against Li Xuan of the Li family!

Inside the private box, a tall, muscular man was devouring a large bag of meat. The moment he saw the lottery results, he stopped chewing, and his eyes lit up with undisguised joy.

He had waited too long for this day. If he could win against Qian Gu Xing Ci this time, the position of heir of both the paternal and maternal factions would basically be firmly in his hands.

The Li family is no ordinary family; they possess the inherited martial spirit, the Dragon Pattern Staff.

His ancestral lineage can be traced back to the time of the first generation of Shrek Seven Devils, to Li Yusong, a veteran teacher of Shrek Academy and a Dragon Pattern Staff Soul Master!

A genuine original member of Shrek Academy, a family with impeccable lineage and a long-standing tradition of succession.