Hearing Qian Daoliu’s words, Qin Xuan instantly understood that Qian Daoliu was trying to protect him.
However, his goal in going to the Slaughter Capital was no longer to escape Qian Xunji and eke out a living, nor was it for Bibi Dong.
It was for himself.
To obtain the Deathgod Domain.
To get the inner core of the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent.
“I beg the Grand Consecrate to grant my request,” he bowed with clasped hands, his attitude as resolute as ever.
As soon as these words were spoken, the massive hall of the Elder Palace fell silent once more.
Qian Daoliu frowned, staring fixedly at Qin Xuan in silence.
No one knew what he was thinking.
The Fifth Consecrate, Light Feather Douluo, whispered from the side, “Hey, Big Brother, I think this kid Qin Xuan has backbone.
Why not just grant his request?”
“Light Feather, shut your mouth.
The Grand Consecrate will make his own decision,” the Fourth Consecrate, Male Lion Douluo—a burly man with a thick beard—crossed his arms and glared at him sideways.
Light Feather Douluo pouted uncaringly and turned his gaze to the brothers Qianjun and Xiangmo.
“Hey, Ol’ Six, Ol’ Seven, the kid is your disciple.
Aren’t you going to say anything?”
As for the Third Consecrate, Green Luan Douluo, and the Second Consecrate, Golden Crocodile Douluo, he didn’t dare ask them.
Those two were incredibly arrogant and obscenely powerful.
Even the Fourth Consecrate, Male Lion Douluo, was like a little brother in front of them.
Light Feather wasn’t foolish enough to bring trouble upon himself.
The calm Sixth Consecrate, Qianjun Douluo, spoke faintly, his voice deep: “I only listen to the Grand Consecrate.”
And the Seventh Consecrate, Xiangmo, scratched the back of his head with a naive smile: “Me too.”
“Great, asking you two was the same as not asking at all…” Light Feather sighed, withdrawing his gaze and saying no more.
Amidst the sighs, Qian Daoliu, who had been deep in thought, finally spoke.
He said calmly, “Since you are so insistent, then I won’t force you otherwise.
However, you must prove that you possess the strength to survive in the Slaughter Capital.”
“I am ready to receive the Grand Consecrate’s teachings.” Qin Xuan knew Qian Daoliu was about to test his strength.
“Mm.” Qian Daoliu nodded slowly.
He suddenly released a wave of soul power and shouted deeply, “Gui Mei, Yue Guan.”
Just as his voice fell, a gold and a black figure, swift as phantoms, dashed in from outside the hall doors.
Qin Xuan’s long coat fluttered without any wind as the sound of air being torn apart reached his ears from both left and right.
In the next second, Gui Mei and Yue Guan appeared in front of Qian Daoliu.
With their backs to Qin Xuan, they knelt on one knee and respectfully said, “Grand Consecrate.”
Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood to the side. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
He then addressed Qin Xuan, “If you dared propose heading to the Slaughter Capital to Xunji, you must know what kind of place it is.
Soul ring skills cannot be used there; everything relies on basic combat strength.”
“The opponents I have prepared for you are these two.
Under the condition that neither side uses soul skills, as long as you can defeat them sequentially, I will no longer oppose your journey.”
Qian Daoliu pointed at Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
He had his reasons for appointing these two as Qin Xuan’s opponents.
Since its establishment, the Slaughter Capital had been Spirit Hall’s partner, used for containing evil Spirit Masters.
Thus, Qian Daoliu knew the place very well.
According to Qian Daoliu’s estimates, it was impossible for Titled Douluo-level powerhouses to appear in the Hell Arena.
Because anyone alive today who could reach that realm had almost certainly tasted all the warmth and coldness of the world and braved countless hardships.
Relying on their profound soul power to win a hundred matches in the Hell Arena might not be difficult, but the Hell Road still posed significant danger.
Domain-type skills were precious, but they weren’t worth gambling their lives for.
This was also why his trash of a son, despite lacking the talent to awaken the Angel Domain, never went to the Slaughter Capital to train.
To put it bluntly, he was afraid of death and couldn’t bear to gamble away everything he currently possessed.
However, while Titled Douluos wouldn’t appear, there were definitely a few Soul Douluos around.
If Qin Xuan didn’t possess the strength to single-handedly defeat a Soul Douluo without skills, going there would simply be throwing his life away—let alone facing the even more perilous Hell Road.
“Defeat us?” Yue Guan and Gui Mei were stunned.
One had to know that they weren’t just some random nobodies; they were two level 89 Soul Douluos.
Just one more breakthrough and they would become Titled Douluos.
Even without soul skills, they weren’t opponents a mere Soul King could compare to.
Not to mention, the Soul King couldn’t use soul skills either.
Forget them; even the six great consecrates simultaneously frowned, though none said a word.
Regarding the Angel Clan and Qian Daoliu, they were absolutely loyal.
They only needed to obey the Grand Consecrate’s orders; everything else was irrelevant.
“Old Ghost, isn’t the Grand Consecrate making a mountain out of a molehill?” Yue Guan whispered to Gui Mei.
Gui Mei glared at him, his voice raspy.
“Shut up, Chrysanthemum.
The Grand Consecrate has his reasons.” Compared to Yue Guan, he clearly knew his place better.
“Senior Yue Guan, Senior Gui Mei, which of you will go first?” Qin Xuan looked at the two.
Red light flashed in his right hand, accompanied by the cry of a phoenix.
The Changming Sword appeared in his grasp, and he pointed it at Gui Mei and Yue Guan.
Showing his martial soul but not his soul rings—he answered with his actions.
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions turned serious, and the atmosphere grew tense.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance but didn’t answer.
Instead, they looked simultaneously at Grand Consecrate Qian Daoliu.
“I’ll go first.” Yue Guan stepped opposite Qin Xuan.
His voice was sharp.
Wearing golden armor equipped with claw gauntlets and high heels, he looked heroic yet entirely androgynous.
They stood thirty paces apart.
He beckoned with his hand and smiled brightly, “Come on, little Qin Xuan.
Let me see how much you’ve improved these past few years.”
“Pardon my offense.” Qin Xuan focused.
He circulated the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique in his body, channeling soul power into the blade.
Fiery light dazzled, and lightning crackled.
The horizontal sword focuses on skill, seeking an advantage, this is ‘opening’ (Bai); the vertical sword focuses on momentum, seeking truth, this is ‘closing’ (He).
Opening and closing is the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
Yue Guan was an assault-system Spirit Master.
Dealing with him using the Horizontal Sword Technique—furious as the wind, fierce as the waves, heaven-shaking presence, boiling murderous intent, fast as lightning, endlessly changing, every strike lethal, leaving the opponent no room to breathe—was perfectly suitable.
Zheng—
A sword hum echoed.
Qin Xuan swung his sword and dragged it along the ground.
His body moved in an S-shaped trajectory as he violently charged toward Yue Guan.
The blade scraped against the Elder Palace’s specially crafted floor, erupting with fierce sparks before extinguishing.
“Come.” Sensing the change in Qin Xuan’s aura, Yue Guan also got serious and took a stance.
But it was only slightly serious.
He didn’t even deploy his soul power defense barrier.
He intended to rely on his tyrannical soul power to catch Qin Xuan’s attack with his bare hands equipped with metal claw gauntlets.
Clang—
At a distance of about five paces from Yue Guan, Qin Xuan suddenly changed his sword momentum.
He leaped high into the air, gripped the sword with a backhand hold, and slashed downward with a diving cleave.
“This is…” The eyes of the seven consecrates simultaneously narrowed.
A look of surprise flashed uniformly across their pupils.
Gui Mei, panicked by concern, shouted a warning: “Chrysanthemum, you idiot, dodge it!”
As the saying goes, the bystander sees clearly what the player in the game misses.
“What…”
Although Chrysanthemum Douluo didn’t understand, the tacit understanding and absolute trust built up over years of partnership with Gui Mei made him subconsciously dodge Qin Xuan’s attack.
In the next second, Qin Xuan landed.
A red, crescent-shaped sword aura tore through the air.
With a cracking sound, a long, narrow gash was cleaved into the Elder Palace floor, which was forged from special materials!