Chat Group in Douluo: Messing with the Multiverse

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"Are you... bragging?"

Lu Xueqi gave Lu Xian a strange look.

From their brief interactions, she felt that Lu Xian had a bit of a dual personality. When he was serious, he was actually quite reliable, always helping out his friends in the group chat with advice and strategies. But the moment he switched out of that mode, he acted like a carefree delinquent from some back alley...

Truly a bizarre person.

Elder Han's face twitched. Three moves to take him down on the spot? What an arrogant claim. Did he not fear biting his tongue with such bold words?

[Xiao Yan: Lu Xian , Lu Xueqi, how's the situation?]

[Xiao Yan: Where are you guys? Reply quickly!]

[Fortune-Teller Tang: What else? Probably dead by now, hehe.]

[Lu Xian: Sorry to disappoint you.]

[Lu Xian: Xiao Yan, don't worry. It's no big deal. Watch me take down this old bastard in three moves!]

[Lu Xueqi: ...]

[Xiao Yan: That's great! So you guys are fine. What's the situation now?]

[Lu Xian: We're rescuing Ye Fan. Talk later.]

Lu Xian and Lu Xueqi exchanged glances, both feeling a bit awkward.

They had come here to save Ye Fan, yet somehow got caught up in chatting and almost forgot about him...

Clang—

The divine sword Tianya fully emerged from its sheath as Lu Xueqi's gaze turned icy, her expression righteous and determined.

"You wicked heretic! How dare you use a living person to refine medicine? Today, I shall enact justice on behalf of the heavens and restore order to the world!"

Elder Han's eyes narrowed. He directly ignored Lu Xueqi and looked at Lu Xian instead. He had a feeling that Lu Xian was the real decision-maker here, while the little girl just seemed... not too bright.

"Why are you looking at me? What she said is what I mean."

Lu Xian tightened his grip, and an abstract force of martial spirit gathered in his palm. In the next second, a sky-blue longsword appeared in his hand.

"Tianya Divine Sword?!"

Lu Xueqi's eyes widened in shock. She looked at the sword in her hand, then at the identical sword in Lu Xian's hand, feeling utterly confused.

Whoosh—

Twelve streaks of green light suddenly shot towards them from tricky angles.

Elder Han was an experienced fighter. Since these two had made their intentions clear—to kill him—he wasn't going to waste time negotiating. Background? Protectors? None of that mattered. The best defense was a good offense.

Shouting self-righteous slogans before a fight? He thought that was just plain stupid.

Clang clang clang—

Eleven greenwood swords struck against Lu Xian's first soul skill—an Invincible Shield—producing crisp clashing sounds. The twelfth sword, like a venomous tongue, stabbed toward Lu Xueqi's chest.

Lu Xueqi wasn't inexperienced in battle. She immediately felt insulted—this old bastard had only sent one sword to deal with her?

With a swift step, she dodged the incoming blade, her movements as light as a swallow.

"Shameless old man! Attacking two young people by surprise!"

Elder Han's expression remained cold. He wasn't about to be provoked by mere words. He sneered and rasped, "I'd like to see how exactly you'll take me down in three moves!"

His hands formed rapid seals, commanding the eleven greenwood swords to furiously hack at Lu Xian's shield. Sparks flew as they clashed against the barrier.

At the same time, the greenwood sword that had missed Lu Xueqi returned for another strike. She met it head-on, countering every move with her Tianya Divine Sword.

Lu Xian, however, had no intention of going easy on the old man. His sword came down immediately.

Second Soul Skill:

100% Guaranteed Bare-Handed Blade Catch!

Activated!

Thud!

Elder Han suddenly fell to his knees, looking completely dumbfounded as his body refused to obey his commands.

His knees slid forward against the stone floor.

Clang—

At that exact moment, the sound of a greenwood sword clashing against Tianya Divine Sword echoed. Lu Xueqi's face turned pale as an immense, unstoppable force surged through her weapon and into her body. She was sent flying, crashing against the stone wall over ten meters away.

A trickle of crimson slid down her lips, staining her white robes like red plum blossoms on snow—sharp and striking.

Her right hand, still gripping the sword, trembled uncontrollably. Only now did she realize just how terrifying the power within those greenwood swords was.

One hit. Just one hit—even when blocked—had left her with internal injuries.

If not for the fact that the Tianya Divine Sword was an ancient celestial weapon that absorbed some of the impact, she might not have survived.

"Bastard! You dare hurt my little Qiqi?!"

"Yayaya, you're dead meat!"

Lu Xian cursed in fury. As he chanted the incantation for his third soul skill, its effect was instantly unleashed.

Elder Han's previously sunken, shriveled cheeks suddenly puffed outward. His eyes bulged like brass bells, and he started chomping uncontrollably, an indescribable stench rising from within him.

[You have created an abstract scene, rating: Extremely Abstract. You have gained 1,000 Abstract Points.]

"What the hell?!"

Elder Han's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to vomit, but under the control of Lu Xian's second soul skill, he couldn't even bend down. He could only tilt his head back slightly, his mouth full of some indescribable substance, as a sword descended upon him.

His one remaining hand moved in desperation, attempting to catch the blade—but he only had one hand. His other had long been severed by a Jiang Family knight.

His attempt at catching the sword was futile. The blade sliced cleanly through his palm, embedding itself straight into his skull.

Second Soul Skill:

If You Fail to Catch the Blade, You Die—Effect Activated.

Elder Han perished instantly, his very soul obliterated.

The twelve greenwood swords clattered to the ground.

[You have created an abstract scene. This level of abstraction has broken all limits. Congratulations on abstracting a powerful enemy to death. You have gained 10,000 Abstract Points.]

Abstract Points Balance: 16,000.

Even in the face of a cultivator's immense life force, Lu Xian's ability was too overpowered. A true cheater with conceptual skills.

Even if an emperor showed up today—if they couldn't catch the blade, they'd be dead in one hit.

So how could a mere Wheel Sea realm cultivator stand a chance?

Elder Han remained kneeling, his head tilted back, his mouth full of mysterious gunk, eyes lifeless—truly dying with regrets.

Lu Xian released his grip, making his martial spirit vanish, and spat at the corpse.

"Three moves. You split open or not?"

One soul skill per move, three moves exactly. Elder Han cracked open within seven seconds.

A perfect three-to-seven ratio—fair and reasonable!

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