Douluo: Seven Asuras

When Yu Tianlong got angry, he was just like his fire-attribute Tyrant Dragon spirit—destructive and explosive.

Every punch he threw left massive craters in the concrete walls, almost tearing the entire room apart. Not a single thug dared to step forward to stop him.

"Useless trash. Move aside!"

A sharp bark echoed down the hallway. A moment later, a middle-aged man strode forward.

Chen Feng recognized him—it was the same soul master who had performed the wealth verification before the fight began.

This time, the man had already activated his spirit. A Night Owl emerged behind him, and two yellow and two purple soul rings circled at his feet—a perfect soul ring configuration.

Meanwhile, the arena owner, who had earlier been sent flying by Yu Tianlong, had finally climbed to his feet. He spat out a few broken teeth with a groan and activated his spirit, too—an Iron Whip, also boasting two yellow and two purple rings.

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

So this underground arena wasn't as simple as it looked... Two Soul Elders of this caliber—impressive.

You had to know, even some elite soul master academies only had Soul Elders of this level as teachers.

At this point, all of the arena's security personnel had gathered backstage.

In addition to the two Soul Elders, there were two Soul Exalts (Soul Sect) and five or six Soul Masters and Grandmasters.

It was clear that this underground fighting arena was highly profitable—how else could it attract such a powerful group?

Nearly ten soul masters surrounded the back area, blocking every escape. They used their varying strengths to suppress and harass Yu Tianlong from all directions.

Though Yu Tianlong was strong and his mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit gave him the upper hand in one-on-one fights, facing so many opponents at once, he couldn't hold out for long.

Even his powerful bloodline couldn't change that. Blood splattered as he took blow after blow, stumbling back again and again.

Chen Feng, who had been observing quietly from the back, finally couldn't take it anymore.

With a flick of his hand, his Seven Kill Sword Spirit activated silently, and he lunged forward with a single thrust!

"Pfft—"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Without using any soul rings or soul skills, Chen Feng drove his sword clean through a Soul Exalt's chest—a fatal strike.

No fancy moves.

No abilities.

Just one simple sword thrust—but it was beyond anything the Soul Exalt could handle.

Whether it was attack power or speed, Chen Feng was on an entirely different level.

The man only had time to mutter two words:

"Be... careful—"

Before he collapsed lifelessly.

Only then did the other attackers realize someone else had joined the fray.

Chen Feng stood at the center of the chaos, sword in hand, his four soul rings glowing vividly—Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.

"Did you all forget I was here?" he said coldly.

With one arm, Chen Feng pulled Yu Tianlong behind him.

At that moment, the iron whip of the arena owner lashed out toward them.

Chen Feng calmly raised his sword to meet it.

Clang!

A sharp metallic crash rang out.

The arena owner instantly felt the weight of his weapon change.

Looking down, he was horrified to see that the tip of his iron whip had been sliced clean off!

"Argh!"

The man gasped, hastily retreating.

What kind of monstrous spirit was that?

How could it be so sharp?!

His iron whip, after all, had been strengthened by his soul rings to be incredibly durable. Among those of similar rank, no one had ever damaged it.

But the teenager had done it with a single swing, without even activating a soul skill.

"Boss! Watch out—look at his soul rings!"

The Night Owl spirit master urgently warned.

The arena owner blinked.

Soul rings? What about them? Surely he's just a Soul Sect, not a—

Then he stopped.

"Wait… one, two, three, four—Soul Sect, yes… but the colors…"

The dim lighting from the damaged ceiling fixtures made it difficult to see.

But with his partner's reminder, he squinted hard, and his blood ran cold.

Yellow, Purple, Purple... Black?!

"Heavens..."

All the soul masters in the room—including the arena owner and his henchmen—froze.

What kind of freak is this?!

Chen Feng wasn't interested in idle chatter.

If it weren't for the sheer number of people present—and not wanting to cause a massacre—the arena owner would already be dead.

He reached into his robe and tossed out a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect elder's token, his voice as sharp as his sword:

"Step aside, or die. You have ten seconds to decide. Ten…"

Before he could count to nine, the arena owner's voice rang out:

"No need to count! We surrender!"

His eyes were glued to the elder token and that terrifying sword.

The Seven Kill Sword... It is him!

As a veteran of the underground world, the arena owner had heard legends of the Seven Kill Sword and had even seen diagrams of it.

Facing a true elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, who possessed such a soul ring configuration...

Even a man as daring as he was knew when to bow his head.

"Apologies, sir. I didn't recognize your esteemed identity."

The arena owner quickly waved to the others.

All of his henchmen obediently cleared a path.

No one wanted to mess with a monster with a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring.

Who'd pay for their funeral if they got sliced up?

Chen Feng gave a cold snort and turned to Yu Tianlong.

"Let's go."

"Sir, your token!" the arena owner called after them.

He carefully held out the elder token with both hands, his wrinkled face crumpled into a fawning smile.

It was such a jarring change—he had just tried to kill them moments ago.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, his killing intent rising slightly.

"Wait."

Yu Tianlong placed a hand on Chen Feng's arm.

"He did help me once. No need to go overboard.

Just this once."

Chen Feng nodded and looked at the arena owner with disdain.

"Scram."

"Yes, yes!"

The man bowed repeatedly.

Once the two left, the arena owner's expression instantly darkened.

"How's Old Third?"

He was referring to the Soul Exalt Chen Feng had run through.

"He's in the hospital," his partner replied.

"Lost too much blood—but he's lucky the kid didn't use any soul skills.

Otherwise, he'd be dead."

The arena owner clenched his fists and growled:

"That boy is no ordinary soul master.

I'm sure of it—his position in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must be extremely high.

I've never seen that kind of soul ring combo before."

"Should we report this to the Spirit Hall?" his partner asked.

The arena owner nodded fiercely, eyes flashing with hatred.

"Report it? Of course!

And we'll embellish it, too!

What, you think I'm just going to eat this loss?

Maybe I can't touch the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—but others can!"

"I refuse to believe there's no one out there who can handle him!"

That same night, the arena owner and his companion set off toward a mysterious building in the heart of Pissno City.

Their final destination: the local sub-branch of the Spirit Hall.