Chapter 258: Annulment! Dai Mubai: Don’t Bully a Young Man for Being Poor!!

The solid and heavy yellow light, as majestic as the earth itself, crashed into the Nether White Tiger in a nearly brutish and unreasonable manner. Offstage, Dai Mubai’s eyes were fixed, not daring to blink for a moment. No one knew the power of the martial soul fusion skill, the Nether White Tiger, better than him. It was precisely by relying on this skill that their Dai family could ensure that every generation of heirs had combat power not inferior to a Titled Douluo, thus firmly securing their royal status. But likewise, he was also clear that there was no reason for Zhu Zhuqing not to know this, yet she chose to take it head-on. This in itself represented an incomparable self-confidence. So... can she really do it? Rumble! The Nether White Tiger was actually smashed into pieces, dissipating into motes of light. As the one who had led the martial soul fusion, Dai Weishi had countless bones broken and had fainted without even letting out a miserable cry. Zhu Zhuyun was also sent tumbling on the ground for who knows how far. Zhu Zhuqing’s face was pale. At this time, she still had strength to spare. Taking Zhu Zhuyun’s life was just a matter of a single thought. Zhu Zhuqing looked on silently but did not strike again. She had originally thought that she would be extremely delighted after defeating Dai Weishi and Zhu Zhuyun, but she was not. At this moment, her heart was empty, as if it were a void. Zhu Zhuqing suddenly came to a realization. It turned out that what she resented was not her own sister, but that cold and cruel family rule. ’If one day I am titled, I will surely tear that cold-blooded family rule to shreds and return a free body to the descendants of my Zhu family,’ Zhu Zhuqing recited silently in her heart. Having consumed an immortal herb, greatly changing her aptitude, and possessing the second most precious treasure in the soul master world, a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, Zhu Zhuqing did not lack such confidence and courage. Everyone was dumbfounded. Can a martial soul fusion skill also be taken head-on? This little girl from the Heaven Dou First Team is too strong. Dai Mubai was even more speechless. He instinctively wanted to clench his fists, but he couldn’t muster a single bit of strength. In the end, they just hung limply at his sides. He saw the gap between his current self and Zhu Zhuqing. This gap made him feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. "Impossible, this is impossible! How could I lose to you!" Zhu Zhuyun was unwilling. Her beautiful face looked incomparably ferocious, like a madwoman, screaming frantically. She struggled to lift the remaining soul power in her body, let out a shrill scream, and rushed towards Zhu Zhuqing. Ding! Zhu Zhuqing flicked a finger. Accompanied by a crisp sound, Zhu Zhuyun directly became a rolling gourd on the ground. Compared to the injuries on her body, her spirit was even more dim. Facing such a powerful Zhu Zhuqing, she simply didn’t know how to win in the future. The Soul Master Tournament was like this, and the future family struggle would also be like this. "I’ve lost. Am I also going to face the fate of a loser?" Zhu Zhuyun crawled bit by bit to the side of the unconscious Dai Weishi, caressed his face, and said dejectedly. It had nothing to do with likes or dislikes, nothing to do with feelings. From the moment she was born, she was destined to be tied together with Dai Weishi. So it was in life, and so it was in death. She, Zhu Zhuyun, had no thought of resisting, nor did she have any room to resist. "No, I don’t intend to compete with you for the inheritance. I have no relationship with Dai Mubai whatsoever." "Today, in Spirit City, this holy land of soul masters, I, Zhu Zhuqing, announce that I will cancel my marriage contract with Dai Mubai of the Star Luo imperial family. My destiny will be in my own hands." "From now on, the family will no longer be my shackles. I too have my own pursuits!" The entire field of soul masters was instantly in an uproar. This royal family’s melon is something we can listen to? As Zhu Zhuqing spoke, she looked at Shen An and then smiled. At this moment, she had overcome the nightmare in her heart and broken with her family regardless of the consequences. But there was no panic in her heart, only a feeling of extreme delight, a joy of being free and unrestrained. Hah! Long in a cage, I have finally returned to nature! Dai Mubai’s evil eyes burned with furious flames. To have his marriage annulled in front of such a large crowd, and by the woman at that—what a great humiliation this was. He shot up with a whoosh. "You!" Everyone’s gazes turned to him, curious what he would say next. Would he make a harsh threat, or go solo against Zhu Zhuqing? Dai Mubai really wanted to say he would kill her. But after thinking about it, if there were no accidents, the one to be killed would be him in nine cases out of ten. The wise Dai Mubai decisively chickened out. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river! Don’t bully a young man for being poor!" The Evil-Eyed White Tiger Dai Mubai finally squeezed out such a sentence. The whole arena was filled with cheerful laughter. This waste is quite humorous. Tom at the side was even more amused, slapping his thigh and laughing loudly. Jerry also gave a thumbs-up, pointing at Dai Mubai. Do you think this is writing a novel? Are you the king making a comeback? You, a waste whose fourth soul ring is white, still want to take the script of that Flame Emperor? I’m dying of laughter. Zhu Zhuyun was also stunned, then it turned into a cold smile. "Do you think you can escape the control of the family? How laughable." "I will bear all the consequences of what I said today myself, without any regrets, my sister," Zhu Zhuqing said plainly. Zhu Zhuyun looked at the Zhu Zhuqing before her, somewhat lost in thought for a moment. She didn’t understand why Zhu Zhuqing’s strength was so formidable, yet she proactively gave up the family’s right of inheritance, and even said words that were no different from breaking with the family. If it were her, she would have absolutely no such courage. Isn’t it very good to be a crown princess, the future mother of a nation? But when she noticed the look in Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes when she saw Shen An, she suddenly seemed to understand something, and a trace of envy rose in her heart at the same time. In the end, the referee announced that the Heaven Dou Royal Academy had won. "Congratulations, Zhuqing," Shen An offered his congratulations. A radiant smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing’s cold little face. She threw her arms around Shen An tightly and murmured in his ear, "I’m free. From now on, the rest of my life is yours." He, who had always prided himself on having a firm mind that was not easily swayed, was actually moved by these words. He only felt his heart beating violently. "Hey hey hey, in front of such a large crowd, you two should pay a little attention to your image." At the side, Ning Rongrong saw the two of them hugging and was anxiously spinning in circles on the spot. The next battle was between the Heaven Dou Second Team, represented by Shen An, and the Wind Sword Sect Academy. For the Wind Sword Sect, they had not seen Shen An make a move. After all, Shen An had a bye in the first round and his opponent had surrendered in the second round. They could only understand from the information they had investigated. The captain of the Wind Sword Sect, Feng Xiao, sneered coldly, "My Wind Sword Sect is best at forming arrays. I don’t believe that this person, as the information says, will only bring a little girl up. Then we will let him feel what is called despair." Feng Xiao was very confident against Shen An. Firstly, he didn’t believe that Shen An was really as amazing as the rumors said. Secondly, it was out of confidence in his own strength. His Wind Sword Sect’s legacy was the Wind Sword martial soul. Every disciple of the sect, because of their martial soul, had the ability to fly on a sword. They were especially good at formation arrays. With one set of combos, no team could withstand it at all. "Don’t worry, Committee Member Meng. I already know the opponent’s information. I can do it." Shen An said to Meng Shenji. Meng Shenji gave a sheepish smile. "Isn’t it because I’m afraid of an accident, so I came specially to tell you again?" Soon, Shen An ascended the stage. This time, only Shen An was alone, without Na’er. The seven from the Wind Sword Sect team opposite him also came on stage one by one. Seeing Shen An come on stage alone, their faces sank. This time, the audience was full of soul masters, from both Heaven Dou and Star Luo. A wave of shouts arose from the Star Luo side. "He’s going on stage alone? Doesn’t he want to win?" At this time, a soul master from Heaven Dou would roll their eyes and look at them. "You know nothing about true power." Offstage, there were also three people looking at Shen An, dumbfounded. After Shen An’s match, it would be their turn. They also happened to want to see who this person, who the Pontiff herself had said was their biggest opponent in this year’s Soul Master Tournament, was. With this one look, the three of them were dumbfounded. "Isn’t he called Li Feiyu? Holy crap, it’s a fake name!" Yan blurted out. At the same time, he felt his scalp go numb. He had not forgotten the scene of being bloodily abused by Shen An. Xie Yue was like facing a great enemy. "If it really is him, even we wouldn’t dare to say we have a certain victory." On the other hand, Hu Liena’s eyes were somewhat dim. At this moment, compared to the victory or defeat of the Soul Master Tournament, she was more concerned about the fact that Shen An had used a fake name on her. "You also use a sword. Today, I will let you experience what is called the true way of the sword," Feng Xiao said coldly. Shen An chuckled lightly. "I will only make one move. If I cannot win, I will end myself here." The members of the Wind Sword Sect were instantly enraged. This was simply too arrogant. Did he think they were a toy car team?! "Match, begin!" the referee commanded. Feng Xiao was furious in his heart, but his face was abnormally calm. Those who could make it this far were naturally not straw bags. "Fly on your swords!" Feng Xiao said suddenly. The seven from the Wind Sword Sect each summoned their martial souls, all of which were also Wind Sword martial souls. One by one, they soared into the air, their soul rings shining. A group of seven, and four of them were actually Soul Ancestors. This was truly not a weak combat force. The seven of them each formed a sword seal with their hands, their soul power circulating frantically. This was the Wind Sword Sect’s Wind Thunder Great Array. It could use the power of wind, frost, and lightning to condense soul power, transforming it into a myriad of sword arrays to defeat the enemy. "Wind Thunder Sword Array!" Accompanied by Feng Xiao’s second loud shout, a whistling sound rose, and layers of ripples were stirred up in the sky. A sky full of flowing wind crisscrossed. A sheet of wind and clouds rolled, and there was even lightning breaking through the air. One after another, swords of wind and thunder were condensed. Their sword qi churned like a dragon, tearing through space. The various teams all looked on with grave expressions. This Wind Sword Sect was indeed worthy of being called the team most adept at group beatings among the four lower sects. This Wind Thunder Sword Array was simply comparable to a seven-in-one fusion skill. Such power was not inferior to a Soul Emperor. "You will pay the price for your arrogance!" Feng Xiao was situated in the midst of the wind and clouds, looking down on Shen An from above. Countless swords of wind and thunder were all under his command. With a single order, he could pierce Shen An with ten thousand swords. Done showing off, are you? Now it’s my turn to show off, Shen An complained internally. With a reach of his hand, the Nine Leaf Sword Grass, as brilliant as a stream of light, appeared. One yellow, one purple, and three black, a total of five soul rings shone with great brilliance. The whole arena was in an uproar, shouting that this was impossible. This had completely overturned their cognition. Subsequently, the fifth soul ring released a deep and terrifying black light. "Sword Domain!" Within a hundred meters, all became the sword domain. The master of the sword domain was Shen An! With a single thought from Shen An, the heavens and the earth instantly changed. Countless streams of light-like sword qi condensed into swords. This was the sharpest, purest of swords. Soul masters with weak strength couldn’t even look at it for long. Just a direct glance would cause a stinging sensation in their eyes. Shen An looked on indifferently. At this moment, Feng Xiao was clearly in the sky, and he was standing on the ground, yet he seemed to be the one looking down from above. "How can the fifth soul skill be a domain?!" everyone cried out in unison. A domain! A top-grade skill that not even a Titled Douluo could necessarily obtain. Feng Xiao was even more shaken. His face was extremely ugly. The thousands of wind and thunder swords were actually out of his control, wanting to bow their heads and submit to Shen An. He had wanted to wait a little longer, to wait for the Wind Thunder Sword Array to completely push its power to the peak. But now, he couldn’t wait a single moment longer. "Swords of wind and thunder, cut for me!" Feng Xiao no longer hesitated and decisively made his move. The countless wind and thunder swords that had been continuously brewing and condensing all converged into a single, incomparably huge giant sword wrapped in wind and thunder. "Rise!" Shen An made a sword finger gesture and slightly raised it. Countless of the purest, sharpest swords, like azure streams of light, and also like a great rain flowing upstream, met the majestic wind and thunder. Rumble! The wind and thunder, which was comparable to a Soul Emperor’s full-power strike, only maintained for a single exchange before being pierced through by the sky-piercing sword qi. But the countless azure streams of light still did not stop. They then rushed up into the clouds, straight for the seven from the Wind Sword Sect. Feng Xiao’s face instantly turned ashen. With this one sword strike, I will die, he trembled in his heart. But strangely, this churning, dragon-like sword qi actually stopped right in front of him. Immediately after, it was the wind sword power he was most familiar with, transforming into a countless gentle breeze that slashed towards them. As the saying goes: a gentle breeze suddenly transforms into sword qi, directly cutting down the will of twenty youths. He desperately mobilized his soul power, but it was of no use. He couldn’t control it in the slightest. Feng Xiao, who was knocked off the stage by the gentle breeze sword qi, had vacant eyes. Recalling his boast before the match, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into. That sword destroyed my dream of the championship. Shen An smiled faintly. Within the sword domain, he was the master. All sword-type soul masters with a soul power level lower than his would be controlled by him. Offstage, the Golden Generation were whispering among themselves. Seeing that one move from Shen An just now, they were also numb. Before seeing Shen An fight, they were very confident in obtaining victory in the tournament. They hadn’t even planned to cooperate with their other four teammates. But now they were starting to lose confidence. "Yan, if you were to have a head-on clash with Shen An, do you have a chance of winning? Or how long could you last?" Xie Yue’s eyes flickered as he asked. Yan pondered for a moment. "Thirty-seventy, maybe." The moment these words came out, Xie Yue and Hu Liena both looked at Yan in disbelief. This kid has been secretly working hard. His strength has greatly improved? "He gets three slashes, I get my first-seven-day memorial," Yan said, looking at his little partners with a slightly guilty conscience. Xie Yue: "..." Hu Liena: "..." The two siblings glanced at each other, simultaneously transmitting a message: Does he think he’s very humorous??? "A domain-type soul skill should consume a lot of soul power. I assert that he definitely can’t maintain it for long. The fact that he looks normal now is completely an act," Xie Yue said. "Right, right, right. I think so too," Yan agreed. "The three of us, if we cooperate with the other four, we still have a chance of winning. After all, our configuration is quite comprehensive." "Have you guys noticed that Shen An hasn’t let himself get a single scratch? According to the intelligence obtained, he has always been accustomed to using the means of meeting an attack with an attack." "And this, doesn’t it also represent that under his ultimate attack power is a fragile defense?" A dangerous glint shone in Hu Liena’s eyes. She was very unhappy about the fact that Shen An had deceived her and used a fake name. Don’t underestimate a woman’s mind, especially one as delicate as a fox like Hu Liena. "Nana is right. We should let go of our past pride and cooperate with our other teammates. The three soul bones are a matter of great importance and cannot be lost," Xie Yue said steadily. "Then let’s start from the next match," Hu Liena stood up and said. Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation was indeed extraordinary. These were geniuses who could be considered the most outstanding on the entire continent. After seeing Shen An’s strength, not only were they not discouraged, but they instead constantly looked for his weakness. Although what they found might be somewhat biased. At this time on the competition field, it was the Spirit Hall team versus the number one ranked team from the Star Luo promotion tournament. First place in the promotion tournament was a dual manifestation of tactics and individual strength. It didn’t necessarily mean that this team’s overall strength was number one. The appearance of Hu Liena’s trio on stage drew countless cheers. This was their first appearance in the competition. The famous Golden Generation of Spirit Hall, the recipients of the Violet Record Medals, naturally received much attention. Yu Xiaogang was even more focused on watching the match, saying he wanted to find a flaw in the Spirit Hall team for Shrek. Flender couldn’t help but shake his head. He didn’t think Yu Xiaogang could understand a battle above the Soul Elder level. Shen An, sitting in the soul master area, with Zhu Zhuqing on his left and Ning Rongrong on his right, was watching this match with a serious posture. The match began. Spirit Hall had three Soul Kings and four Soul Ancestors. The configuration was naturally all optimal. At the moment Hu Liena and Xie Yue’s martial souls merged, a red light screen enveloped nearly half the competition stage. Tang San blurted out, "A martial soul fusion skill." He then put on a B-face. A Soul King-level martial soul fusion skill! He instantly felt it was extremely tricky. The red light was thick, and it was impossible to see the situation from the outside. But Yu Xiaogang was still watching with rapt attention, frowning from time to time, and then nodding frequently, with a look of deep thought. It made Tang San think his own Purple Demon Eye had failed. No, that master of mine who is only at the Soul Grandmaster level can see through it. I can’t fall behind either, Tang San thought. "Good! The heroes under the heavens are truly like carps crossing the river, appearing in endless succession!" Tang San shouted loudly. Everyone present felt that this master-disciple duo was like a pair of clowns. However, in just a short moment, the Spirit Hall team had obtained victory. Hu Liena on the stage swept her gaze across the soul master area, as if looking for something. Tang San had thought that his cheer just now had won the attention of this Spirit Hall Saintess. He immediately showed a smile, exuding his masculine charm. Although he, Tang San Shao, was pure and innocent, and loyal to Xiao Wu... But this was the Saintess of Spirit Hall. For the sake of his future career, he didn’t mind crying a little for himself. Who knew that Hu Liena’s gaze would directly ignore him, and instead turn to look at Shen An, glaring at him with a hint of coquettishness. Immediately, three dangerous gazes looked towards Shen An. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, needless to say, and another was from Yan. Shen An smiled. The two girls glaring at me is fine, I don’t care. But what do you, Yan, count for? Shen An’s pupils contracted. A smear of azure-green flashed, and two invisible swords immediately shot out. Yan felt a pain in his eyes, and his mind felt as if it were being stirred by a needle, an immense pain. Xie Yue stood in front of Yan, looking at Shen An with some conflict. Yan was his friend and comrade-in-arms. And Shen An had helped them walk out of the Star Dou Great Forest that day. This counted as half a life-saving grace. He was naturally a bit conflicted. The third round of competition ended. The top six had been decided. When the fourth round began, the results of the draw also came out. The Heaven Dou Royal Team versus the Heaven Dou Second Team. Spirit Hall and Shrek Academy were respectively pitted against two not-so-strong teams. It was worth mentioning that the person who was originally supposed to draw the lots should have been the representative from the Star Luo Empire’s side. But at the last minute, he was replaced by a high-ranking figure from Spirit Hall. "A setup! This is definitely a setup!" Meng Shenji was so angry that he smashed the table made from a thousand-year wood soul beast into pieces with one palm. The faces of the other two committee members were also extremely ugly. They had originally thought that with the quality of this year’s Heaven Dou Royal Academy, they could directly sweep two of the top three spots. They never thought that their own people would end up fighting first. This was like the palm and the back of the hand being both one’s own flesh. No matter which team was eliminated, Meng Shenji was reluctant. "What’s done is done. With Spirit Hall’s style, even if we object, it’s useless. It can only be this way," Bai Baoshan said dejectedly. The two from Meng Shenji’s group also let out a heavy sigh. "But, where did His Highness the Crown Prince go? We haven’t seen him for several days." "The three committee members, have you seen where Tom and Jerry went?" Ning Rongrong, who was searching for the two little ones, also ran over and asked. Spirit Hall, Douluo Hall. In front of a statue ten meters high, with six wings on its back, holding a giant sword, and entirely brilliant gold, a person knelt quietly. If anyone saw this, they would surely curse this person and drive them out. Only because this was the highest building in Spirit Hall. It was the burial ground of countless deceased Titled Douluo. Even the Pontiff, on the day of the grand sacrifice, could only go to the front of the hall to pay respects. Before death, there was absolutely no right to enter. No one could violate this, otherwise they would be attacked by all soul masters. And this person was clearly the long-disappeared Xue Qinghe. No, at this time, she should be called Qian Renxue. Her skin was whiter than snow, her face majestic. Even looking throughout the continent, there was no such peerless beauty. Her long golden hair fell to the ground. Her hands were in a strange posture in front of her chest, her thumbs interlocked, her index fingers touching, and the other six fingers spread out to the sides. Like a six-winged angel spreading its wings. "Do you know your fault?" A majestic voice echoed in the hall. At this time, Qian Renxue was like a sculpture, not speaking, not moving, just quietly kneeling there. A golden light surged. The master of the Douluo Hall, the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, appeared between Qian Renxue and the giant statue. Just as Qian Daoliu was preparing to speak again, the golden longsword held by the giant six-winged angel statue behind him spat out a light flame a zhang long. A sacred aura naturally flowed. The golden flame swirled and enveloped Qian Renxue, slowly transforming into nine golden light screens in front of her. A special, strange brilliance was revealed in Qian Daoliu’s eyes. "The Angel’s Nine Trials have appeared?!" Qian Daoliu was instantly silent. Originally, his granddaughter had found him and said she didn’t want to be an undercover agent anymore, that she was tired of the days of disguising and hiding herself. Although Qian Daoliu was loyal to the Angel God, he also doted on his granddaughter. Thus, he had let Qian Renxue come to the Angel God to plead for forgiveness. After all, the divine oracle to be an undercover agent in Heaven Dou was given by the Angel God. But he never expected that not only did the Angel God not blame her, but instead sent down the Angel’s Nine Trials. Thinking back then, he had only had the Angel’s Eight Trials. What kind of person was Qian Daoliu? A person truly at the pinnacle of the continent, the attendant of the Angel God. He instinctively felt that something was not right, as if his own family had fallen into some huge conspiracy. But the problem was that the sacred aura from many years ago was indeed real. As if with difficulty, Qian Renxue opened her eyes, looking at her grandfather before her with confusion. "Grandpa, now I can truly be myself, and act according to my own heart, right?"