Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

"Reminiscing?" Tang Chen sneered. "Qian Daoliu, your Spirit Hall people severely injured my grandson and won the Exploding Ring. You couldn't possibly not know about this, could you?"

"Oh?" Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression carrying just the right amount of doubt. "Is that so?"

"Qian Daoliu, don't play dumb. I'm not here to cause trouble for that junior today. It's a fight between juniors. My grandson lost because he was not skilled enough. I would not bully the younger generation for such a thing."

Tang Chen was certainly not that reasonable, and the reason he said that was quite simple.

Firstly, several days have passed, and the Spirit Hall has likely already copied and backed up the Ring-Exploding Technique. Even if it were retrieved, it would be of no use.

Secondly, the bet was conducted in full view of everyone at the Heavenly Battle Arena. Tang Hao lost the bet because he was not as skilled as the other person, so he had no one to blame but himself. If he were to bully the younger generation and cause trouble for them, the Haotian Sect would become a laughing stock in the world.

Qian Daoliu said, "Oh? Then why did you come to see me?"

"After so many years, of course I'm here to have a friendly spar with you."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him and nodded: "Let's go, but not over my Martial Soul City, so as not to disturb the people below. Follow me."

Soon, the two were in the air dozens of miles away.

Below are rolling mountains, sparsely populated, perfect for a decisive battle.

Tang Chen then conjured up the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand.

He was surrounded by nine soul rings: two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

At this time, Tang Chen had not yet received the Asura God Test, so his spirit ring configuration was still the normal, optimal configuration.

Qian Daoliu was not to be outdone. A golden light shone brightly behind him, and a huge phantom of a six-winged angel appeared behind him.

Nine spirit rings, eight black and one red, appeared around his body, a configuration even more terrifying than Tang Chen's.

As the High Priest of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu has now passed the Eight Trials of the Angels, which is why his Soul Ring configuration is so terrifying.

Soon, the two terrifying auras collided in the air, and the birds and beasts below scattered and fled.

The next moment, the two figures moved simultaneously.

The war is about to start.

As for who will emerge victorious, it will be a long time before we know the result.

After all, they are all Limit Douluo.

……

Sunset.

Su Mo's palace.

The sunset glow streamed through the gate into the hall, casting a warm orange-red hue.

At this moment, the golden light on Ye Qingshuang's body completely subsided.

She opened her eyes and sensed the soul power within her body.

Then, she looked at Su Mo, who had been guarding her, and said incredulously:

"Your Highness, I... I feel that the shackles in the dark seem to have disappeared, and my soul power has broken through to level forty."

She is eighteen years old this year. Before consuming the immortal herb, her soul power was level thirty-nine. Her talent was already quite good, after all, support soul masters cultivate slowly.

As for why her age is so different from her mother's, it is naturally due to the curse of her martial soul.

Women in the Ye family typically marry and have children very late in life, in order to allow the previous generation to live longer.

"You might want to take a closer look at your martial spirit," Su Mo said softly as he stood up and walked to her.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingshuang lowered her head and carefully examined the Nine Heart Begonia in her hand.

The shape is still the same, and the color of the petals is also the same, so it doesn't look much different from before.

"I don't see any changes..." she looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Here," Su Mo pointed to the flower's stamen.

Ye Qingshuang stared intently at the screen.

The flower originally had nine thin stamens, like nine golden threads.

And now... there are actually ten?

She counted once, then again, her heart beating faster and faster.

"This... does seem to have changed."

Su Mo nodded slightly: "That's right, your martial soul should have evolved, so the martial soul curse is naturally gone."

"Martial Soul Evolution?!"

Ye Qingshuang counted again in disbelief before confirming that things had really changed.

It seems her previous feeling was correct; her martial soul is no longer cursed.

At this moment, the excitement in her heart was beyond words.

She withdrew her martial spirit, leaped up from the sofa, and, with a gust of fragrance, threw herself into Su Mo's arms.

"Your Highness, thank you..."

Her voice trembled noticeably, a sob from joyful tears.

Su Mo felt a soft, warm embrace.

He paused slightly, raised his hand, and gently patted her back.

Upon sensing Su Mo's movement, Ye Qingshuang froze.

She then realized what she had just done.

She, who always kept a clear distance from the opposite sex, actually threw herself into Su Mo's arms.

She hurriedly let go, taking several steps back, her originally fair cheeks instantly flushed red.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Su Mo, her hands twisted together.

"I...I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was just...I was just too excited, I...I didn't mean to." She explained in a very soft voice, her words tumbling out incoherently.

After saying that, she glanced at Su Mo furtively, then quickly lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Su Mo couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her.

He suddenly remembered how Ye Qingshuang looked when he first met her; back then, she had a cold and aloof demeanor that kept strangers at bay.

At this moment, however, she blushed and lowered her head, looking shy.

"It's okay, I understand how you feel."

Su Mo knew very well that for others, this might just be an increase in power, but for Ye Qingshuang, who possessed the Nine-Heart Begonia, it was a rebirth.

He paused, then suggested, "However, your martial soul has now evolved, so it's no longer appropriate to call it Nine Heart Begonia."

How about... we call it Sacred Heart Begonia from now on? What do you think?

Ye Qingshuang kept her head down and said in a very soft voice, "Yes, Your Highness."

Chapter 59 Bibi Dong's Jealousy, A Victory or Defeat?

"By the way, you're level 40 now. I'll send someone to take you hunting for a soul ring tomorrow."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

As Su Mo and Ye Qingshuang were talking, they suddenly heard light footsteps coming from the stairs.

The two of them turned their heads to look at each other at the same time.

The person who came was Bibi Dong.

She had changed into a light pink long dress, the hem of which reached just to her knees, revealing her fair and slender calves. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, falling to her waist.

She glanced at Su Mo first, then looked at Ye Qingshuang, her gaze lingering for a moment longer.

A moment ago, she heard a gasp from downstairs and knew that Ye Qingshuang must have finished refining the immortal herb, so she came out to see.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw two people downstairs embracing tightly.

Su Mo felt Bibi Dong's gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

But he remained calm, since nothing had happened between him and Ye Qingshuang anyway.

At this moment, Ye Qingshuang's blush had not yet faded. When she saw Bibi Dong looking at her, she suddenly felt flustered and inexplicably guilty, and dared not meet her gaze.

Soon, Bibi Dong walked to Su Mo's side and took his arm.

She looked at Ye Qingshuang with a half-smile: "Sister Ye, have you finished refining the immortal herb? Has the curse on your martial soul been resolved?"

Over the past few days, the two have developed a fairly good relationship. Although Bibi Dong is a disciple of the Pope, she is still young, simple-minded, and has no airs. Ye Qing Shuang is a few years older than her, so she naturally calls her "Sister Ye."

Ye Qingshuang forced a smile: "Yes, my martial soul has evolved, and the curse is gone."

"That's good." Bibi Dong nodded, her smile deepening, her eyes slightly narrowed. "But... why is your face so red?"

"Uh...it's a bit hot..." Ye Qingshuang smiled awkwardly.

"Why don't you go back to your room and take a shower first? I'll have someone bring you some food later."

"Okay... I'll go up now."

Ye Qingshuang bowed slightly to the two of them, then turned and strode quickly toward the stairs, her steps hurried, and she went up to the second floor without looking back.

She pushed open the door to a room, slipped inside, and closed the door behind her.

Only Su Mo and Bibi Dong remained in the hall.

Bibi Dong stood there, looking towards the stairs, the smile on her face gradually fading away.

She suddenly turned around and glared angrily at Su Mo.

Su Mo was slightly taken aback, and tentatively asked, "You saw it?"

"of course."

Looking at her, Su Mo suddenly felt like laughing: "Senior sister is jealous?"

"Who's jealous?" Bibi Dong snorted coldly and turned her face away.

Su Mo stopped teasing her and gently pulled her into his arms.