Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Chapter 52 A Feast of Heroes! The sword, though not yet drawn, already reveals its sharpness.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Glazed Tile Grand Hall.

The entire hall is made of colorful glazed jade, with a high dome inlaid with eighty-one fist-sized luminous pearls that emit a soft yet bright light.

The hall was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, its golden splendor showcasing the wealth and profound heritage of the continent's premier auxiliary sect.

Today's banquet of heroes is the prelude to the grand gathering of geniuses.

Leaders, elders, and prodigies from various sects gathered together, exchanging toasts and drinks, while undercurrents surged beneath the surface.

Seated in the main seat was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a refined face and gentle temperament. He wore a blue robe embroidered with the pattern of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. He was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Although he is the sect leader, he is only in his early fifties and has already reached the level of a seven-ring Soul Saint, with equally outstanding talent.

More importantly, he was tactful and good at management, and he made the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School thrive, showing signs of surpassing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School and catching up with the Clear Sky School.

"I am deeply honored that you have come from afar."

Ning Fengzhi raised his wine glass, a broad smile on his face, his gentle yet clear voice reaching everyone present: "Today's gathering of heroes is merely a welcome feast to wash away the dust of the journey. We will not discuss grudges or distinguish between high and low. All of you prodigies, please drink to your hearts' content. Tomorrow, at the Prodigies Conference, we will each display our skills once again."

"You're too kind, Sect Leader Ning."

Chihiro raised her glass in response, her golden and white papal robes appearing even more dignified under the shimmering light of the glass.

Behind him, Lin Han and Bibi Dong sat calmly to the side.

The seats for Haotian Sect members were on the right, with Tang Cang sitting in the main seat and Tang Xiao and Tang Hao sitting on either side.

Tang Hao's gaze never left Lin Han, his fighting spirit undisguised, as if he were ready to charge up and fight again at any moment.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats were on the left. Yu Yuanzhen, with a gloomy expression, silently drank his wine.

Yu Tianqing remained calm, occasionally glancing at Lin Han and Tang Hao with a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. Yu Tianxin, on the other hand, kept her head down, silent, her eyes filled with resentment.

In addition, there were representatives from the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire royal families, as well as disciples from some small and medium-sized sects, each with their own style and thoughts.

"Brother Lin Han, I have long admired your name."

A clear voice rang out, and Lin Han turned his head to look. He saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old walking over with a wine cup in his hand. He was dressed in white, had a handsome face, and a gentle smile on his lips.

He has three spirit rings around his body—yellow, yellow, and purple—and is a level 38 Soul Master with equally impressive talent.

"My name is Ning Rongfeng, and my father is Ning Fengzhi. I have long admired Brother Lin Han's divine swordsmanship, and I have come to offer you a toast." The young man raised his cup, his attitude respectful yet neither humble nor arrogant.

Lin Han was slightly taken aback, then stood up, raised his cup in response, and said, "Young Master Ning, you are too kind. I am not good at drinking, so I will offer you a cup of tea instead."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Rongfeng's eyes. He clearly hadn't expected this peerless genius, who was famous throughout the continent, to be so humble and easy-going.

"Brother Lin Han, please don't stand on ceremony." Ning Rongfeng downed his drink in one gulp and said with a smile, "Tomorrow at the Heavenly Pride Gathering, although Rongrong's strength is lacking, I am still willing to learn a thing or two from Brother Lin Han. I hope you will go easy on me."

"Young Master Ning is too modest. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support abilities are renowned throughout the continent. If used properly, its combat power can be multiplied," Lin Han said calmly. "I look forward to our sparring tomorrow."

Ning Rongfeng smiled slightly, then turned and left.

Bibi Dong leaned close to Lin Han's ear and whispered, "This Ning Rongfeng is humble and polite, unlike those arrogant guys from other sects."

Lin Han nodded slightly: "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been able to prosper to this day not only because of its financial resources, but also because of the people's hearts. Ning Fengzhi is good at educating his son, and Ning Rongfeng is indeed remarkable."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a rough voice came from the Haotian Sect's seats.

"Lin Han!"

Tang Hao stood up and strode over to Lin Han. He slammed his Haotian Hammer heavily onto the ground, causing the glazed floor to tremble slightly.

Instantly, all eyes in the room turned to him.

The atmosphere at the banquet of heroes suddenly became tense.

"Tang Hao." Lin Han looked up at him, her expression calm. "What is it?"

"Tomorrow at the Prodigy Tournament, I will fight you again!" Tang Hao stared directly at Lin Han, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. "I wasn't convinced I lost to you last time! This time, I've broken through to the Soul Master level, and my fourth Soul Skill has been mastered. I will never lose again!"

The room erupted in uproar.

"Tang Hao is challenging me to a duel on the spot!"

"The second duel between sword and hammer, it's happening so soon?"

"I wonder if Lin Han will answer?"

Lin Han looked at Tang Hao, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Tomorrow's Heavenly Pride Tournament is meant for friendly sparring and exchange. If you wish to fight, I'll gladly oblige."

"Alright!" A hint of excitement flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. "Then it's a deal! Tomorrow, I'll show you the true power of my Clear Sky Hammer!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

"etc."

Lin Han's voice rang out, and Tang Hao paused, turning around to look at him.

"I'm very happy that you've broken through to the Soul Master level." Lin Han's tone was calm, yet tinged with sincerity. "When I defeated you last time, you were only level 39, so it wasn't a fair victory. Tomorrow, it will be a Soul Master versus Soul Master battle, a fair fight."

Tang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then grinned: "You certainly have class! Alright, a fair fight tomorrow. Win or lose, I'll respect you as a true man!"

After saying that, he strode back to his seat in the Haotian Sect, the gloom on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce fighting spirit.

Tang Xiao watched his younger brother's retreating figure, shook his head helplessly, but felt secretly gratified.

After that failure, Hao Di, though still arrogant, became more composed. This was perhaps the growth that Lin Han had brought him.

"Hehe, it's so good to be young."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and broke the tense atmosphere: "Nephew Tang Hao and Nephew Lin Han are both prodigies of our time. Tomorrow's battle will surely be spectacular. Come, everyone, drink this cup to their hearts' content!"

"Drink to your heart's content!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Lin Han picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and glanced around the room.

Yu Tianqing remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about the challenge. However, the slight tightening of his grip on the wine glass betrayed the turmoil within him.

Yu Yuanzhen glanced coldly at Lin Han, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Lin Han withdrew his gaze, secretly on guard.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan will not let this go.

The banquet continued, and as toasts were exchanged, dusk gradually fell.

After the banquet, the disciples of the various sects were arranged to rest in the guest quarters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Lin Han and Bibi Dong walked side by side on the stained-glass path, the moonlight casting long shadows on them.

"Junior brother, are you confident about facing Tang Hao tomorrow?" Bibi Dong asked softly, a hint of worry in her eyes. "He is now a level 41 Soul Master, and you have witnessed the power of the Clear Sky Hammer. He is not to be underestimated."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister," Lin Han said calmly. "I've never lost a Soul Sect match against another Soul Sect."

He spoke these words in a calm tone, yet with an undeniable confidence.

As Bibi Dong looked at him, the worry in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by deep trust.

Her junior brother never disappoints her.

"By the way, Junior Brother," Bibi Dong suddenly remembered something, "Will you use your fourth soul skill tomorrow?"

Lin Han paused slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Fourth Soul Skill: Dragon Abyss Sword Domain.

That was the product of the Angel Shrine's heritage combined with the Dragon Abyss Sword; it was the strongest group battle divine skill that he had comprehended in front of the Angel statue.

Within the Sword Domain, he is the ruler.

"It depends." Lin Han continued walking, his tone still calm. "If Tang Hao can force me to use the Dragon Abyss Sword Domain, that's his skill. If not—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but Bibi Dong already understood what he meant.

If not, Tang Hao had no right to make him use his real trump card.

The two returned to the inn and rested.

Lin Han sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating the Quasi-Demigod Dragon Abyss Meditation Technique to nourish the soul power and sword intent within his body.

Four soul rings—one yellow, one purple, one black, and one black—pulsed slowly around him, while two ten-thousand-year soul rings gleamed with a deep luster under the moonlight.

The Dragon Abyss Sword rested diagonally on his lap, the angelic tassel on the hilt glowing faintly, continuously channeling divine power to nurture the sword's intent.

The power of the Demon-Slaying Sword Embryo has completely merged with the Dragon Abyss Sword. The golden light on the sword body is faintly tinged with silver, which is the trace of the Demon-Slaying power intertwined with the angelic divine patterns.

"tomorrow----"

Lin Han slowly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light disappearing from them.

"Tang Hao, Yu Tianqing, Ning Rongfeng — and those hidden geniuses."

"Let me see just how many adversaries this era truly deserve my sword."

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

The mountain gate of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School shone brightly in the night, like a glazed fairyland.

Tomorrow, a grand showdown of geniuses will take place in this fairyland.

Lin Han's name will once again resound throughout the mainland.

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