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"Feng Zaixing, we're not enemies just because our deal didn't work out. You don't need to attack us."
Under the banyan tree, Luo Guixing's limbs were limp, and he looked at Feng Zaixing, who resembled a swordsman in a green shirt, with terror and helplessness. His mouth trembled, and his teeth chattered.
"Dealing with you is just a convenience. Weren't you worried about being killed? Now you can rest assured."
The Sword Intent hummed in the air. Feng Zaixing flicked his wrist, sending Qian Zhuangzhi flying, then clapped his hands and smiled at Qian Zhuangzhi:
"Earlier, Your Excellency mocked my arrogance. Now I tell Your Excellency, your ranking dropped because of me. Are you convinced?"
Qian Zhuangzhi's pupils trembled violently. He glanced at his Black Dragon Shield, which was shattered into several pieces like broken porcelain, and said weakly, "Damn it, I'll remember you."
"Remembering me is useless. I now feel this ranking list lowers my dignity for no reason, so it's better not to leave my name. Therefore, congratulations, you'll find your ranking unchanged when you leave."
Feng Zaixing's face was calm as a still lake. He spoke with a gentle smile, revealing an unhurried tranquility.
Xu Yucheng swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. Killing someone and also destroying their Spirit, it was too terrifying.
"Pfft pfft !"
Qian Zhuangzhi was so enraged that he spat out two mouthfuls of old blood. His body became ethereal and vanished with the wind.
Looking back at Na'er and Xu Yucheng, who had each dealt with their opponents, Feng Zaixing said, "Senior Brother Xu, this little Luo fellow is yours," and then disappeared into the distance.
From beginning to end, he hadn't seriously looked at Luo Guixing for a second; there was no need.
Luo Guixing's face was despairing and dejected. He watched Feng Zaixing and Na'er's laughing figures gradually disappear, his vision covered by the profound, abyss-like sharpness of the Death God's Scythe.
"I don't even have the qualifications to make you look at me directly. I really am useless and ridiculous..."
As Xu Yucheng's blade fell, Luo Guixing's vision went blank, and the thoughts in his mind vanished. What also disappeared was his pride as a self-proclaimed Prodigy.
The most pathetic insult in the world is not being trampled underfoot and mocked, but being completely ignored, treated as if you don't exist, from beginning to end.
"What are you babbling about? Just accept the Death God's judgment and be done with it."
Xu Yucheng pouted, greatly admiring Luo Guixing's courage.
No ability, yet still daring to provoke. You, kid, are as brave as those Evil Soul Masters he beat to death!
... The scene of Feng Zaixing shattering the Black Dragon Shield and Xu Yucheng cleaving Luo Guixing was witnessed not only by experts like Leng Yaozhu and Han Tianyi but also broadcast on other floors of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda in Mingdu.
On the one hundred and eighth floor, the Tenth War God of the War God Hall, Ice Moon Douluo Tang Liyue, and the Thirteenth War God, Divine Sword Douluo Su Mengjun, both changed their expressions.
"Mengjun, is he Little Feng, Junior Sister Leyun's child? He actually has such a move."
Tang Liyue spoke softly, recognizing Feng Zaixing's identity.
Su Mengjun's beautiful face was filled with solemnity, and she agreed, "Yes, at such a young age, he is so skilled in combat. Neither I nor Tianwu could match him at his age."
"You don't cultivate the Sword Dao, so you can't tell, but his attacks have the outline of Sword Intent."
Tang Liyue was greatly surprised, "Impossible, right? How old is he? Your Family's person was already sixteen when he comprehended Sword Intent, wasn't he?"
"Yes, but if I've been watching for so long and still can't spot the clue, then I don't deserve my title."
Su Mengjun gave a wry smile and said, "When he draws his sword, his Spirit is condensed, his Sword moves are grand and sweeping, and the aura of a king has already formed. I'm afraid that within ten years, the Sword Soul Realm won't be able to stop him."
"Sword Soul... Both of you are also only at this Realm."
Tang Liyue was momentarily speechless. Emperor Sword Douluo Long Tianwu's cultivation was at rank ninety-eight, but her Sword Dao Realm had always been stuck at the Sword Soul level, unable to advance.
The three Hall Masters had given their assessment: if she could enter the Sword God Realm within fifty years, she would have hope of reaching the Limit Douluo. Otherwise, she would forever be barred from entry.
Su Mengjun's Sword Soul had just begun to condense; she had no hope of reaching the Sword God Realm in this lifetime.
Su Mengjun sighed, looking at the figures of the two Prodigies in the arena, and let out a sigh of emotion: "I originally thought Yu Xin had few rivals among her generation, but I didn't expect someone even more astonishing than her."
"Not just Little Feng, Na'er's Spear Spirit is of extremely high quality, seemingly no less than Vice Hall Master Guan's Transcendent Heavenly Spear. If Little Xu's Dark Demon Scythe didn't have a backlash, he would also be a first-rate Prodigy."
"This is good news. Our War God Hall has the advantage, but will they be okay if they run into each other?" Tang Liyue asked worriedly.
"No,"
Su Mengjun shook her head and said, "Yu Xin's One-Word Battle Armor is more than half complete, so Little Feng can't hurt her. Nor do we need to worry about Yu Xin hurting Little Feng, because Junior Sister Leyun saved Yu Xin, and the two once called each other siblings."
"That's great, but why haven't they been in contact these past few years?"
"It's all because of the Abyss," Su Mengjun's expression darkened, and she sighed,
"When Junior Sister Leyun had an accident, Vice Hall Master Yu took Yu Xin to Heaven Dou City to see Little Feng, but he was unconscious from illness at the time. Vice Hall Master Yu felt ashamed to face him, so she left resources and departed."
"It's been three years. Little Feng must have been cultivating day and night. Yu Xin invited him to her birthday banquet, but he didn't come."
Tang Liyue's eyes were teary, and she sighed deeply: "Those damned Abyss creatures, how many heroes have they killed in six thousand years, how many families have been torn apart..."
Su Mengjun also sighed, whispering, "I believe that in the future, there will be a day when they are completely eradicated..."
The two female War Gods sighed at each other, speaking words of mutual encouragement, expressing their deepest hopes.
"Oh, right. Na'er's Spirit is outstanding. Should we inform Vice Hall Master Guan? He has no Legacy, and she might be a very suitable candidate."
"Indeed, very good."
Su Mengjun took out the War God Hall's internal Spirit guidance communicator and successively notified two great experts... "He used a Spirit-forged weapon to defeat a three-ring Spirit Elder. He is almost invincible below four rings. Notify headquarters to speed up the contraction of the Spirit Ascension Platform space."
In the Star Luo City Spirit Transfer Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu's jade finger brushed her red lips, and her bright, spirited eyes gleamed with intense anticipation.
Xu Shengqun was stunned when he heard this. "Vice Pagoda Master, speeding up the contraction of the space will increase the intensity of combat. There are many Prodigies in the Spirit Ascension Platform."
"If the space isn't contracted, those Prodigies will be defeated sooner or later anyway."
Leng Yaozhu looked at him strangely. "I'm giving them a chance to win by working together."
Xu Shengqun immediately understood: "That's true. If Feng Zaixing doesn't run into Yu Xin, none of these people are his match."
Yu Xin's Divine Brush Spirit can form an army by herself, and Feng Zaixing can hit targets a hundred paces away with his bow, while his close-range Sword skills are like frost. Both are Divine Rank existences.
Yang Feng whispered, "Your Excellency, isn't Wang Wen, ranked ninth on the Prodigy list, also in the Spirit Ascension Platform? I think he has a bit of a chance."
Xu Shengqun turned to look, his gaze slightly condensed. "The chance is at most thirty percent. He specializes in mechs, which happen to be vulnerable to Feng Zaixing's extreme fire, and his Spirit is also a notch weaker."
Yang Feng nodded, whispering, "I heard that guy's Family is mysterious and also related to the military. I wonder if they know each other."
Leng Yaozhu looked at Yu Xin, who was fiercely battling a Sacred Angel Spirit Elder, and Feng Zaixing, who was clashing head-on with a White Tiger Spirit Elder on the screen, and smiled:
"Regardless, the Body Sect's reappearance on the continent is indeed extraordinary."
"The White Tiger and Hell Civet Families have a long Legacy, but they're a bit behind the times."
Her gaze fell upon the two-ring Hell Civet female Spirit Master behind the White Tiger Spirit Elder. A strange glint appeared in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. This girl had some special qualities, but she was still far inferior to Feng Zaixing.
"This little fellow dares to use the alias of Hades Douluo. He is indeed highly skilled and bold. Perhaps in a few decades, he will be another Limit Douluo..."
Thinking of this, Leng Yaozhu turned her head and smiled encouragingly at Xu Shengqun, instructing, "I am very satisfied with the branch's situation. Keep up the good work. I'm heading to Mingdu now."
"Thank you, Vice Pagoda Master, for your recognition. I wish you a successful journey."
"I hope so."
Leng Yaozhu waved her jade hand, and a black mech with two swords on its back appeared outside in the high sky. She took a step and disappeared from the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.