Chapter 18: Which Great Power Does the Sword and Wine Prodigy Belong To? The Graceful Snow Qinghe, the Youngest Daughter

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The burly man’s head rolled onto the arena floor.
His blood-splattered face still bore a ruthless expression.
A thirty-third level battle spirit master.
Yet he was slain with a single sword strike.
The air fell into a deadly silence.
Li Zexian sheathed the Azure Lotus Sword and turned to walk toward the backstage passage.
His white steps pressed onto the bloodstains, producing a sticky sound.
Only when his figure vanished into the shadowed corridor did the crowd below suddenly erupt with a roar that seemed to shake the dome of the Dou Soul Arena.
“Jianjiu! Jianjiu!”
“Jianjiu! Jianjiu!”
Throughout the entire venue,
all the spectators shouted Jianjiu’s name in unison.
Some fervent fans, overwhelmed with excitement, tore at their hair and screamed.
This scene was truly magnificent.
...
Second-floor VIP box.
The seven members of the Tian Dou Royal Battle Team sat in silence.
“Two purple soul rings...”
Du Gu Yan’s emerald eyes narrowed sharply, like a venomous snake on alert.
Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said,
“The first soul ring has a thousand-year lifespan. How did this Jianjiu do it? Which great faction raised this prodigy? Or is he the heir of a titled Douluo?!”
On Douluo Continent, it was common knowledge—
soul rings with optimal lifespans meant one was near the pinnacle!
The first and second soul rings both at a thousand years?
Simply unheard of!
Ye Lingling remained solitary in demeanor,
but a strange glint quietly flickered in her hollow blue eyes.
Earlier, Yu Feng, who had mocked Jianjiu’s simplicity, swallowed hard with difficulty.
“What a fast, sharp sword strike!”
“How can a great soul master be this powerful?!”
The Shi brothers spoke in muffled voices,
“This sword strike might be something we could withstand, but we would definitely be injured.”
Their martial souls were Black Tortoises, possessing supreme defensive attributes.
At levels thirty-seven and thirty-eight, if they combined to form a Black Tortoise formation, they could withstand attacks from battle spirit sects above level forty.
However, at this moment,
seeing Jianjiu’s sword strike,
the two brothers lost confidence in their own defenses.
“Boss...”
Oslo looked at Yu Tianheng with concern, the other five pressing their lips tightly, the atmosphere unusually tense.
“This Jianjiu is indeed terrifyingly strong.”
Yu Tianheng’s brows were calm as he slowly said,
“If he reaches level thirty, I definitely won’t be his match.”
“But he’s only in his twenties now, and he has already unleashed the skills of his two soul rings.”
“I have no reason to lose to him.”
...
Third-floor VIP box.
The shock on the faces of Porcupine and Snake Spear Douluo gradually faded.
“This young man will surely become a great figure in the future!”
“Young master, befriending him was the right decision!”
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Even as a titled Douluo,
they had never seen a genius whose first and second soul rings were both a thousand years old.
Even they found it unbelievable.
Xue Qinghe appeared expressionless, but the rise and fall of his chest betrayed his inner unrest.
After a long silence, he stepped out of the box.
Porcupine and Snake Spear were about to follow.
The next moment,
“Don’t follow me.”
...
Downstairs.
A private competitor’s box.
Li Zexian leaned back in a soft chair, leisurely eating fruit.
He was currently the star competitor of the Dou Soul Arena.
Naturally, his treatment was top-tier.
At that moment,
knock knock—!
A sudden knock on the door.
Li Zexian immediately put down his leg, donned his mask, and adopted a cold, indifferent expression.
How to put it—
Jianjiu’s persona was crafted as a cold swordsman, an effortlessly cool image.
After steadying himself, he was about to speak.
But the door was already pushed open.
His brow furrowed involuntarily.
Who was so inconsiderate?
Looking up,
Li Zexian saw Xue Qinghe in white robes, swaying a fan as he entered.
He didn’t speak either, still playing the cold swordsman,
his emotionless eyes fixed on Xue Qinghe.
Xue Qinghe stopped and stared calmly at Li Zexian.
Neither yielded to the other.
They stood locked in a silent standoff for quite a while.
Suddenly, Xue Qinghe said,
“Are you still wanting the Three Immortal Chicken for tomorrow?”
Li Zexian couldn’t hold it in anymore.
The carefully cultivated cold swordsman image shattered.
“Oh, the prince is here!”
“Come, sit, sit!”
Hearing the words “my prince,” Xue Qinghe’s cheeks stiffened slightly.
He covered his mouth to cough twice and was invited to sit by Li Zexian.
No sooner had he sat down,
Xue Qinghe struck.
“Li Zexian, do you even consider me your brother?”
“You’re so powerful; why didn’t you tell me?”
Perhaps even Xue Qinghe didn’t realize how much his tone sounded like an unreasonable girl accusing someone.
Li Zexian rolled his eyes and said,
“I told you, few students at the Royal Academy can beat me.”
“You just didn’t believe it.”
“I...”
Xue Qinghe was momentarily speechless, then continued,
“But you never told me you entered the Dou Soul competition.”
“You’re a busy crown prince; how could I trouble you with such trivial matters?”
Now Xue Qinghe had nothing to say.
He pursed his thin lips and stopped responding, quietly watching the two soul masters duel in the arena.
“Hey, are you angry?”
Li Zexian nudged Xue Qinghe’s shoulder.
Xue Qinghe immediately lifted his seat and scooted away a bit.
“You’re really petty.”
Li Zexian threw his arm around Xue Qinghe’s neck, ignoring his stiffening body, cheerfully saying,
“Who doesn’t have secrets?”
“Yeah, as long as you’re not doing anything to betray the other, it’s understandable.”
Xue Qinghe turned his head to look at Li Zexian’s handsome, lively face and slowly nodded.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
After this topic,
both fell silent.
Li Zexian still held Xue Qinghe’s neck, occasionally showing off a piece of fruit.
Xue Qinghe’s nose was filled with the boy’s faintly bloody yet strangely pleasant scent.
He forced himself to ask calmly,
“Li Zexian, your next opponent is Yu Tianheng. Confident?”
“We’ll see.”
“Yu Tianheng, nineteen years old, martial soul Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus, level thirty-nine Battle Spirit Sovereign, soul ring configuration: yellow, yellow, purple.”
“First soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw, single-target attack. Second soul skill, Thunder Might, area attack. Third soul skill, Thunder’s Wrath, an amplification skill.”
Li Zexian stared in surprise at the calm expression of Xue Qinghe.
“Are you cheating for me?”
Xue Qinghe responded matter-of-factly,
“Yu Tianheng has seen your soul skills; now you know his, that’s fair.”
Li Zexian smiled,
“Though I hardly need it, I appreciate the gesture.”
At that moment,
the previous duel ended.
The time had reached nine o’clock.
The host was already on the stage announcing the next match.
Hearing his name called, Li Zexian stood up.
“Let’s go. Remember to cheer for your brother.”
“Sure.”
Xue Qinghe nodded.
As Li Zexian was about to leave his sight, he finally couldn’t help but shout,
“Li Zexian, wait for your return!”
Li Zexian waved without turning back.
...
Stepping out of the dim corridor,
the excited cheers of the audience filled his ears.
Li Zexian climbed the steps onto the arena stage.
His gaze leveled forward.
On the opposite side’s steps,
a youth in blue battle gear slowly ascended the platform...
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