Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Sikong Zheng's face darkened; it was the immense force of this move that sent him flying.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One".

Sword Douluo stood on the Seven Kill Sword, one hand behind his back, his fingers joined together like a sword, pointing to the sky.

Boom! A silvery-white rain of swords fell from the sky, countless blades thrusting vertically, truly a convergence of ten thousand swords.

The Seven Kill Sword, hailed by Sword Douluo as the strongest attack. It wasn't that Wood Release was inferior, but rather that the difference in soul power was simply too great.

The Wood Release technique, which should be impervious to water and fire, was actually suppressed by Sword Douluo's soul power, which far surpassed Sikong Zheng's, and the Tree World Descent was unable to get close to Sword Douluo.

Seeing the situation, Sikong Zheng quickly changed his tactics.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Wood Dragon Technique."

Sikong Zheng's hands didn't stop, and the ten-thousand-year-old soul ring on his body lit up.

The opponent was a Title Douluo, so Sikong Zheng dared not be careless in the slightest.

A giant wooden dragon roared out of the tree and coiled around a giant tree, while Sikong Zheng stood on top of the dragon's head.

Sword Douluo was startled upon seeing the enormous wooden dragon for the first time. With the quarter-hour mark approaching, he decided to finish the battle quickly.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Seven Kill True Body; Fifth Soul Skill, Awe-inspiring in All Directions."

He unleashed two powerful soul skills in quick succession, even releasing his true martial soul form.

"drink."

Sword Douluo's body emanated a sharp sword aura, clearly indicating that he was no longer holding back.

Sikong Zheng raised an eyebrow, suddenly leaped down, clapped his hands, and shouted urgently:

"Wood ingot wall."

Boom! The wooden dragon was torn apart, and a dark figure flew out in a sorry state.

"Little guy, I'm sorry, I owe you a favor. Today's events were all my doing. If you want revenge, come find me alone."

Sikong Zheng stared blankly at the flying sword shadow, his arms empty; his soul bone had been stolen in an instant.

Hey, come back here! I haven't even used my Killing God Domain yet! I still have trump cards up my sleeve, I haven't lost yet! I've already blocked everything, don't jump to conclusions!

Before he could even unleash his full power, Sikong Zheng was filled with impotent rage.

"It's over, I'm going to be absorbed by Ning Rongrong. Chen Xin, kill you!"

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Tian Dou City.

A figure in a tattered black robe walked down the street, his chilling aura causing passersby to retreat.

In a clothing store, Sikong Zheng was getting annoyed and preparing to change his clothes. Just as he reached out to grab a gorgeous garment, a slender hand grabbed it at the same time.

The swordsmanship came from a woman with purple hair, a shapely figure, full breasts, long and rounded thighs, and skin as white as snow.

"Get out of here, you're like a beggar, you're filthy, that's what I saw first."

Zi Nu was slightly displeased and spoke arrogantly.

Just when Zi Nu thought Si Kong Zheng would give in.

Sikong Zheng suddenly turned his head and shouted:

"Get out of here."

"Ah~".

Zi Nu suddenly staggered back, letting out a scream, clearly not expecting this situation.

"Yanyan, are you alright?"

A man dressed in a blue outfit quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"Tianheng, I'm fine."

Zi Nu patted her chest and said gently.

The young man in blue, with black hair, frowned and said:

"Brother, you're not leaving so easily today unless you give me an explanation. As a man, such a lack of manners is despicable."

"Oh, you want to fight too? Come on, let's have a one-on-one fight. I'll hit you, you hit me, so what?"

Sikong Zheng's eyes were like knives. Someone had provoked him again, and his mentality completely exploded. He said coldly.

The young man in blue, unwilling to let his girlfriend suffer, said domineeringly:

"Since you are so arrogant, then I have no choice but to teach you a lesson."

"I'm giving you one last chance to apologize to Yan Yan."

Yu Tianheng's eyes flashed with hostility as he coldly stared at Sikong Zheng.

An apology? Why should he apologize? Why should he apologize? He doesn't think he did anything wrong.

Sikong Zhengzhi stood still, offering no reply.

Yu Tianheng's face was ashen, and he said:

"Since you're so stubborn, let's resolve this using the methods of a Soul Master."

"Ah~ drink."

"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, possess me!" Yu Tianheng shouted, his martial spirit possessing him.

A dazzling blue light suddenly shone from between Yu Tianheng's eyebrows. Immediately afterward, the blue light spread out and descended from between his eyebrows into his entire body. Streaks of blue-purple electricity burst out like small snakes, swirling around his body and wandering freely.

On the surface, Yu Tianheng's changes were not significant. Apart from a blue lightning bolt mark on his forehead, only one part of his body had changed due to the possession of his martial soul.

The change was in his right arm.

The right sleeve, which was originally part of the right arm, burst and turned to ashes due to the expansion of the right arm. The arm length increased by more than half a foot, and the entire arm became extremely thick, covered with blue-purple scales.

His hands transformed into claws, covered in the same scales, and each joint on his hands became extremely large. The blue-purple snake-like lightning swirling around him constantly condensed or flowed across his arms.

The best configuration is two yellow and one purple. Unlike other soul masters, the three soul rings do not hover around their bodies, but rather hover around this specially mutated arm.

Boom! Yu Tianheng's martial soul was extremely imposing, and coupled with his top-tier soul ring, it instantly attracted countless passersby.

"Wow, it's the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, the most powerful beast spirit on the continent! How imposing!"

"Who dares to be so reckless as to provoke the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master?"

"Heh, look at him, just a lowly commoner. Yu Tianheng is the captain of our Tiandou Royal Academy team."

A young man, around seventeen or eighteen years old and clearly a nobleman, dressed in luxurious white clothing, looked at Sikong Zheng with amusement.

The onlookers, all Soul Masters, mocked Sikong Zheng, comparing him to an eel and looking at him with disdain.

The nobleman pointed and whispered at him, saying, "I want to see just how capable this kid is."

At this moment, Yu Tianheng frowned and said unfriendly:

"Aren't you going to release your martial spirit? Are you scared?"

At this moment, Sikong Zheng still stood in the same spot, his head lowered, his face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his features, while his body was trembling slightly.

The whole world seemed to be a strange white, with only a faint trace of black remaining.

"Hahaha... he's shaking, this loser's scared. Hey, want to pee again? Hahahaha..."

The onlookers burst into laughter, just as the nobleman and others thought that Sikong Zheng was afraid of Yu Tianheng.

Suddenly, Sikong Zheng moved, disappearing in a blur.

"So fast."

Yu Tianheng was inwardly amazed, his eyes instantly becoming serious as he warily looked around, guarding against Sikong Zheng's attack.

"Uh...ah...ah~"

A hoarse scream rang out, the voice broken and intermittent, as if someone had grabbed its throat.

"What? I'm a lowly commoner, so you're a precious thing? I wonder how precious you are? Hahahaha..."

Why should I prove anything to you? Who do you think you are?

He's not a main character; he likes to prove others wrong through his actions, then slap them in the face. He prefers to directly slap them in the face.

He, Sikong Zheng, was never a good person. He didn't need to prove anything to anyone, nor did he need anyone's approval. "I am who I am." He didn't cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of trouble either.

Sikong Zheng gripped the nobleman's throat tightly with one hand, lifting him off the ground.