Douluo Continent: Azure Dragon Slays Evil, Qilin Suppresses the World

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi and his two companions, who had just arrived in the other private room, heard about a bet involving one against seven.

They initially thought this person was too arrogant, but when they heard that he was Meng Zhang Shenjun and was challenging the Shrek Seven Devils, they immediately became interested.

When Xue Qinghe saw Xuan Qing walk onto the stage, his expression immediately changed.

"Teacher, Senior Bone Douluo, that is the friend that Dugu Bo mentioned despite the age difference, and also the freak that Meng Shenji mentioned, who is close to the Soul Sect before the age of ten."

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were both stunned.

The two looked closely and saw that the boy had long, bluish-green hair and a tall stature, and did not look like a child.

When Xuan Qing revealed his soul rings—one yellow, one purple, and one black—the three looked at each other in disbelief, feeling as if they themselves were the clowns.

Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile.

"Uncle Gu, there are many hidden talents in Douluo Continent. Let's not make any final judgments now."

The ancient banyan tree gasped in shock.

"Where did this kid come from? A mere third-level cultivator? I've never even heard of him, let alone seen him!"

Xue Qinghe's mind was in turmoil. He had a bold guess: "The fifth spirit ring of an ordinary spirit master is ten thousand years."

"If we follow this order..." He didn't finish his sentence, but Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong both understood.

If Xuanqing's fourth spirit ring is 40,000 years, his fifth spirit ring is 60,000 years, his sixth spirit ring is 80,000 years... then his latest seventh spirit ring will definitely be 100,000 years!

The three of them shivered simultaneously.

They knew all too well what a 100,000-year spirit ring meant; it was precisely because Tang Hao possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring that he was able to confront the Spirit Hall head-on.

On the Soul Arena, Tang San moved first, shouting, "Go!"

The seven quickly changed formation, with Dai Mubai leading the way, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing on either side, and Tang San controlling the scene.

Ning Rongrong played Oscar as support, while Ma Hongjun provided firepower support and protected the two supports, demonstrating close coordination and excellent teamwork.

Xuan Qing remained calm and composed, transforming his hands into dragon claws, with a phantom of a blue dragon appearing behind him, roaring towards the sky.

The dragon's might instantly enveloped the entire area, and all the soul masters with beast martial souls felt a fear emanating from the depths of their bloodlines.

In the audience section of the Heavenly Dou Team, Yu Tianheng was caught off guard and immediately knelt down. His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was the most severely suppressed.

Dugu Yan is also resisting.

"Can't this guy tone it down a bit?"

She knew Xuan Qing was here, so her grandfather was probably here too, but she didn't expect Xuan Qing to go all out right away and not give her any face at all.

On the arena, Xuan Qing moved, his first spirit ring lit up, and a light rain began to fall, covering the entire arena.

The second and third soul skills lit up one after another.

His speed instantly soared, even faster than Zhu Zhuqing, a speed-based attacker, and he broke through the encirclement of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Dai Mubai, who was at the forefront, had a solemn expression. His second soul ring lit up, and the White Tiger Blazing Light Wave surged out.

Xuan Qing gripped the dragon claw and punched out, shattering the light wave. Then he punched Dai Mubai again.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, his third soul ring lit up, and the White Tiger Vajra Transformation was activated, greatly enhancing his attributes. He also threw a punch.

"boom!"

The two claws collided, and Dai Mubai was sent flying through the air, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. He took more than ten steps back after landing before regaining his balance.

He clearly knew his right hand was fractured; he was injured with just one blow.

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and countless Blue Silver Grasses grew wildly beneath his feet, trying to entangle Xuan Qing, but a strange scene unfolded.

When the Blue Silver Grass was a foot away from Xuan Qing, it suddenly all lay prostrate on the ground, trembling like subjects seeing their king.

Tang San himself felt the terrifying pressure; his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

"No...this is impossible! Why is my Blue Silver Grass being suppressed?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu attacked. Zhu Zhuqing went all out and aimed straight for Xuan Qing's throat, while Xiao Wu kicked him in the temple from the side.

Xuanqing stretched out his hands, grabbing Zhu Zhuqing's wrist with his left hand and holding Xiaowu's ankle with his right.

With a thought, Xuan Qing silently sent a chaotic aura to Xiao Wu.

With a wave of his hands, he threw the two women directly towards the three people in the back row. They flew out like cannonballs, just in time to block the Phoenix Fire Line that Ma Hongjun spewed out.

"ah......!"

The fire hit the two men, and they immediately screamed in agony.

Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun in the back row were hit, and Ning Rongrong's buff was also interrupted!

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang Shan's eyes turned bloodshot, he was panting heavily, eight spider legs extended from his back, a silent dart shot out from his right wrist, and a dozen golden rays were thrown out from his left hand.

Xuan Qing's eyes turned cold.

"Fighting Spirits forbid the use of weapons other than Martial Spirits and Soul Bones. Didn't your teachers teach you this rule?"

He raised his right hand, and the raindrops on the field gathered in front of him to form a water shield three feet thick.

All the projectiles that hit the water shield were like sinking into quagmire, slowing down more and more until they finally stopped in the water and could not move.

Tang San's face turned pale; his greatest reliance, his hidden weapons, was now useless.

Xuanqing took out a... brick? It should be a gold brick from the ring.

He tossed the gold brick around, then grinned, a smile that sent chills down Tang San's spine.

What followed was rather strange. Tang San's Eight Spider Lances stabbed wildly, but they couldn't break through the Xuanqing Dragon Scales' defense at all.

Xuanqing, holding a gold brick, chased after Tang San's head, hitting him brick by brick, while simultaneously teaching him a lesson.

"This brick is to slap you for your sneak attack and lack of sportsmanship."

"This brick is to accuse you of cheating with a hidden weapon."

"This brick is to slap you on the face for your arrogance."

"This brick... never mind, I just wanted to hit you."

"you!"

Tang San wanted to curse, but with a bang, another brick slammed into his forehead.

He was badly beaten, his head covered in bumps, and tried to escape using Ghostly Shadow, but Xuan Qing was too fast, a pure numerical crushing.

Tang San panicked.

He seized the opportunity and thrust the Eight Spider Spears toward Xuan Qing’s cheek, where there were no dragon scales covering it and the defense was slightly weaker!

"Swoosh!" The spider spear grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Tang San let out a maniacal laugh: "Hahahaha! You lost! My Eight Spider Lances are poisonous, extremely poisonous!"

Xuan Qing looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. He snapped his fingers, and the wound on his face instantly healed without leaving a scar.

Tang San's smile froze completely. Poison was his trump card, which he had used unexpectedly, but it was completely useless.

Xuanqing raised his hands, and sky-blue lightning danced in his dragon claws.

He raised his hands above his head, and a giant ball of lightning, over three meters in diameter, successfully condensed, flashing and crackling with lightning.

Xuanqing pushed with both hands, and the lightning ball smashed towards Tang San.

Tang San dodged the lightning ball with his Ghost Shadow Technique, but the lightning ball flew towards the six people behind him.

Dai Mubai and the others had just gotten up when they saw Lei Qiu's face turn green.

Tang San's expression changed drastically: "Get out of the way!"

But it was too late.

Just as the lightning ball was about to hit him, Xuan Qing suddenly appeared behind Tang San and kicked him in the back, sending him flying into the group of six.

"Get out of here!"

Tang San and the six others collided and tumbled to the ground. Xuan Qing waved his right hand, and the rainwater on the field gathered into a ten-meter-long, lifelike water dragon.

Xuan Qing brought two fingers together and pointed forward: "The Heavenly Torrent surges forth, go!"

The water dragon roared and rushed towards the ground beneath the seven people's feet.

Xuan Qing raised two fingers: "Divine Dragon Soars Through the Clouds, Rise!"

"Boom!" The ground exploded, and a huge column of water shot into the sky. The seven people screamed in agony inside the water column, completely disoriented.

As the water jets receded, seven people lay on the ground, soaked to the bone, their clothes tattered, their hair disheveled, as if they had been spun around in a washing machine dozens of times.

Although he wasn't seriously injured, his image was completely ruined, and his mask fell off.

Especially Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu, whose clothes were soaked and stuck to their bodies, were so embarrassed they wanted to die.

The audience was completely silent. It was too fast. One against seven, and it had only taken two minutes at most.