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

"With your skill level, you should probably rename this martial spirit so it's not associated with the Panlong Staff."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Gu Xing Ci flicked his wrist, and the stone staff swept out with tremendous force.

This blow was unavoidable for Li Xuan, and it struck him squarely in the chest.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the soul-guiding shield behind him with a dull thud.

Before he could fall, Qian Gu Xing Ci casually threw the stone stick in his hand.

The stone club whistled through the air and struck him precisely on the shoulder. The heavy blow, which only compounded his injury, made his vision go black, and he immediately lost consciousness.

The referee rushed forward, confirmed that Li Xuan had only lost his fighting ability but was still alive, quickly walked to Qian Gu Xing Ci's side, raised his right hand high, and announced in a trembling voice:

"Qian Gu Xing Ci has won this match!"

The deafening cheers almost lifted the dome of the arena. Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded slightly to the audience, then turned and walked off the stage.

As he walked through the athletes' tunnel, he brushed past a young man walking towards him.

The young man was dressed in a long robe, with a handsome face, and surrounded by a gentle and clear aura of light. At first glance, he seemed as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.

But the moment Qian Gu Xing Ci raised his eyes, he accurately captured the shrewdness and calculation that the man could not hide deep in his eyes.

Yan Ling, the number one among the younger generation of the Tang Sect, possesses the martial soul of the Bright Phoenix.

Qian Gu Xing Ci hadn't seen many Soul Masters with the Light attribute, but whether it was Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li or Yue Zheng Yu, the Light attribute always brought pure warmth and healing.

Only Yan Ling in front of him gave him a somewhat unexpected sense of incongruity.

This person possesses the potential to be a timeless figure!

The thought had barely crossed Qian Gu Xing Ci's mind when Yan Ling stepped onto the main stage.

His opponent was clearly prepared, donning his battle armor without hesitation the moment he stepped onto the stage.

Glossy pieces of one-word battle armor flew out from the storage soul tool, covering the entire body seamlessly, and the soul power fluctuations instantly surged to their peak.

Perhaps it was the pride of a top expert, but Yan Ling stood quietly at the other end of the arena, looking down as her opponent hurriedly put on her battle armor without even releasing her martial spirit in advance.

He only slowly raised his right hand after his opponent adopted a defensive stance.

A clear, piercing phoenix cry suddenly resounded throughout the entire area. A huge, luminous phoenix phantom unfolded behind him, and golden flames of light swept out like a tide, scorching and distorting the air wherever they passed.

The battle armor shield that the Soul Master had desperately erected was as fragile as paper in the face of the bright flames, unable to withstand even a single breath.

The raging flames vanished in an instant, leaving only molten metal debris on the ground. The Soul Master had already been knocked unconscious and fell to the edge of the arena.

Before the referee could announce the result, Yan Ling had already turned around and walked off the stage.

This was, after all, the capital of the Sun Moon Federation, Mingdu. The number of people cheering for the Tang Sect was not large, but admiring the strong was in the nature of a Soul Master, and the scattered but firm shouts still rang out in every corner of the audience.

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"Yan Ling is unparalleled!"

"The Tang Clan is invincible!"

Hearing such shouts, Qian Gu Xing Ci was slightly bewildered.

Words of Power? What's the serial number of Musou? I've never heard of it before.

Oh, it's Yan Ling!

He rubbed his temples helplessly, then turned and pushed open the door to the Spirit Pagoda private room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Gu Yue and Na'er sitting face to face, glaring at each other. They had obviously had another argument, and the atmosphere in the private room was tense.

A mischievous glint flashed in Qian Gu Xing Ci's eyes, and a barely perceptible element of lightning landed precisely in the middle of their eye contact.

Thin, purplish-gold electric currents crackled and sparked between the two, intensifying the already tense atmosphere.

"I won, you didn't."

Na'er crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and her silver eyes were full of smugness.

Gu Yue narrowed her dark eyes slightly, her tone calm but serious: "I got a bye this round, so I'll advance directly."

"A bye doesn't mean you won the game." Na'er snorted and leaned forward, her nose almost touching Gu Yue's face.

"In short, you didn't win, right?"

The two glared at each other again, and the electric current secretly activated by Qian Gu Xing Ci exploded even louder.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yue and Na'er turned their gazes to him simultaneously.

Qian Gu Xing Ci coughed lightly, trying to appear calm and collected: "Don't you two think there should be lightning here? Wasn't that appropriate just now?"

Gu Yue suddenly stood up, rushed to him in a few steps, gently cupped his cheeks with her hands, her eyes filled with a faint smile, and asked in a slightly coquettish tone, "Xing Ci, do you think that getting a bye and advancing directly is the same as winning?"

After all, they advanced to the next round without even having to play, right?

Her warm breath brushed against his face, and Qian Gu Xing Ci's body instantly stiffened.

Before he could come up with a satisfactory answer, Na'er had already circled behind him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and stared into his eyes, relentlessly pressing him on.

"If you get a bye and don't even play a match, there's no way to judge who won or lost. What's the difference between that and losing?"

Xingci, aren't you right?

One in front and one behind, both pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

Qian Gu Xing Ci felt a chill run down his spine, and his earlier mischievous thoughts vanished. He didn't dare to answer anyone's questions directly and desperately looked away, casting a pleading glance at Leng Yao Zhu, who was sitting in the main seat of the private room.

Leng Yaozhu, holding a glass of red wine, had already seen through his little tricks. Now, a slight smile of anticipation curled her red lips as she slowly stood up: "You two keep chatting, I'm going out for a stroll."

"mom!"

In his desperation, Qian Gu Xing Ci even blurted out a name he rarely used, practically screaming "Save me!"

He even called out his mother's name to beg for mercy.

Just as Leng Yaozhu reached the door of the private room, she encountered Xia Zheng Leng, who was about to push the door open and enter.

Oh, it's Xia Zheng Leng who came over!

Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow in the direction of Qian Gu Xing Ci, smiled and gave Xia Zheng Leng a look, then took her arm and led her out.

The door to the private room was gently closed with a click, completely cutting off Qian Gu Xing Ci's last escape route.

He was the only one left in the private room, along with Gu Yue and Na'er, who were still staring intently at him from the front and back.

"..."

Oh no, we've shot ourselves in the foot.

This tug-of-war over whether "a bye counts as a win" lasted all night long.

It wasn't until the next morning that Qian Gu Xing Ci finally made his choice.

He was definitely on Gu Yue's side.

The reason is simple and irrefutable.

The draw results for the next round of the youth group came out, and he happened to get a bye, so he directly advanced to the next round.

Choose one side, appease the other, and do both!

Even though he turned around and stuffed all his limited-edition snacks into Na'er's hands, and then spent a long time coaxing her with various tricks.

Na'er still had her cheeks puffed out, her face clouded with gloom, and she turned her face away unhappily, leaving him with only her puffed-up back of her head.

It wasn't until Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled helplessly and asked her if she wanted to go to Mingdu's most famous night market and try the famous local snacks that were popular throughout the Federation.

Na'er's grievances vanished instantly, and she threw all her previous worries to the winds. She grabbed his arm and ran outside.

The night market in Mingdu has always been bustling, especially during the All-Federation Grand Competition, when merchants from all over the continent gather here, with lights stretching along several long streets, and the sounds of hawking and laughter rising and falling.

The air is filled with the sweet aroma of sugar paintings, barbecued meat, and fresh fruit drinks, along with the lively atmosphere of cooking.

Na'er was like a playful kitten, her eyes sparkling as she looked left and right, her hands quickly filled with all sorts of snacks.

Arriving at a long-established dessert shop, Na'er looked at the two signature desserts in the window and frowned in confusion.

I can't bear to let any of them go.

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and ruffled her hair, telling her to line up first to buy the candied hawthorn she wanted, while he went to buy her the double-skin milk pudding.

In just a few short minutes, when Na'er turned around holding two strings of candied hawthorns, the figure that had been standing in front of the dessert shop had vanished without a trace.

The silver-haired girl's smile froze instantly. She hurriedly turned on her soul communication device and dialed Qian Gu Xing Ci's number repeatedly, but all she heard was a cold busy tone; she couldn't reach him at all.

She panicked and immediately dialed Xia Zhengleng's number, her voice trembling with anxiety and on the verge of tears: "Aunt Xia! Something terrible has happened! Xingci has been kidnapped again!"

As soon as she said it, she paused for a moment, then muttered to herself, "Huh? Why did I say 'again'?"

Just as Qian Gu Xing Ci turned to walk towards the dessert shop, two auras suddenly attacked. Unnoticed by those around him, the space was torn apart. The Dark Phoenix and the Dark Bell erupted simultaneously, engulfing him in the spatial rift.

Before the two attacked, Harosa's voice had already resounded in Qian Gu Xing Ci's spiritual sea, "Two Super Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult, one Dark Phoenix, one Dark Bell, should I just crush them to death?"

"No need. It's not good to make a move here," Qian Gu Xing Ci replied in the sea of ​​consciousness, while also subtly sending a soul guide message to Qian Gu Qing Feng.

"I might disappear for a while, but with my brother here, nothing will happen."

After receiving the news, Qian Gu Qingfeng summoned Xia Zheng Leng and Leng Yaozhu, ready to provide assistance at any time.

Leng Yaozhu rushed over in a hurry, only to find Qian Gu Qingfeng still calmly drinking tea.

At this moment, Qian Gu Xing Ci, who had been captured, was rapidly traversing through the spatial rift.

It's absurd for a Soul King to fight against a Super Douluo-level evil Soul Master. Struggling is just a waste of energy, so it's better to just surrender obediently.

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At the other end of the space was a desolate wasteland on the outskirts of Mingdu City.

The night was deep, the wild grass was waist-high, and the howling night wind carried a biting chill.

Qian Gu Xing Ci was bound to a rusty iron stool, with special chains binding his limbs.

Dark Bell shook the bell she was holding and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you take another person with you at the night market?"

Dark Phoenix Leng Yulai glared at her with a cold gaze, "What time is it now?"

The entire Federation Grand Competition is a hidden gem in Mingdu. If someone were to slip up, it wouldn't be surprising if three or five Limit Douluos suddenly appeared on the spot.