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"My two disciples from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan—did you kill them?" Ning Fengzhi's usual grace had vanished, his expression dark and cold.

These two disciples were handpicked from the most promising talents of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, sent to Shrek Academy to receive elite training and grow into outstanding soul masters.

But now, both were dead. One had a gaping wound through his chest, the other had a hole pierced straight through his forehead, their eyes wide open in disbelief, unable to rest in peace.

Ning Fengzhi's heart ached with fury. After the massacre of his clan, only a quarter of the original thousand disciples remained. The loss of these two prodigies felt like another piece of his own flesh being torn away.

Chen Xuan blinked, slightly surprised that the two ants he'd casually killed carried such significance.

Without hesitation, he admitted, "Yes, I killed them. So what? Some people don't know how to cherish their lives. I simply did them a favor and sent them on their way."

His indifferent words chilled the air. Ning Fengzhi's face darkened to the extreme. If not for his impeccable self-control, he might've slapped Chen Xuan on the spot.

He killed them and still stands here so arrogantly? The audacity was infuriating.

"What do you mean by that?" Bone Douluo Gu Rong's aged eyes flashed with cold intent. He didn't strike immediately, sensing there was more behind Chen Xuan's words.

Chen Xuan remained calm. "Those two attacked me when I let my guard down. Tell me, should I have spared them?"

During his destruction of Shrek Academy, most of the students had fled—except for these two. They stayed hidden, biding their time for a fatal strike.

Chen Xuan had no desire for senseless slaughter, but these two didn't know their limits. Even after the academy was in ruins, they didn't leave, lurking in the shadows.

They thought they'd concealed their presence perfectly. The moment Chen Xuan dispelled his Susanoo, they launched a surprise attack, aiming straight for his life.

He'd given them a chance, but since they insisted on death, he simply obliged.

"If they had quietly left, I wouldn't have bothered with them," he added, his tone dismissive.

Chen Xuan felt nothing for them. They fought not for their clan, but for an academy—a misplaced sense of loyalty. Shrek's brainwashing was unparalleled.

Even after hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's face remained grim. He couldn't accept it. Even if his disciples were wrong, did they deserve death?

Losing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had changed Ning Fengzhi in ways he hadn't realized. His once calm demeanor had grown brittle, his temper easily sparked.

"Even if they were at fault, a reprimand would've sufficed. Why take their lives? You're young, yet so bloodthirsty. One day, you'll become a true demon!" Gu Rong snapped, his voice like a whip cracking through the air.

Chen Xuan's eyes grew cold. They tried to kill me, and I'm supposed to let them go? What a joke.

His face hardened. "I called you 'senior' out of courtesy, but don't think you can lecture me. How about you stretch your neck out, and I'll see whether your life is tougher than my blade?"

"Chen Xuan, out of respect for your past with Rongrong, I advise you to watch your words. Otherwise, you may not live to regret them," Gu Rong warned, his voice low and threatening.

The air shifted. Gu Rong's aura surged, his soul power spilling out like a tidal wave. Nine soul rings materialized—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—a clear display of his Super Douluo status.

"So, it comes down to brute strength after all," Chen Xuan sneered.

His eyes flashed crimson as he activated his Mangekyō Sharingan. Ocular power flowed like molten gold, the patterns in his eyes spinning with lethal intent.

"They say Super Douluos stand at the pinnacle of the continent. I've always wondered how strong that really is."

With a flick of his sleeve, hundreds of kunai shot out, embedding themselves across the battlefield like a swarm of black shadows.

In an instant, he'd established a miniature spatial domain. Within this thousand-meter radius, every kunai marked a teleportation coordinate. Here, he had an overwhelming advantage.

Gu Rong's expression shifted slightly. He remembered this ability from the Soul Master Tournament—spatial manipulation, elusive and dangerous.

Still, he wasn't overly concerned. Against absolute power, tricks are meaningless. Besides, the Pope had long since exposed Chen Xuan's technique's weakness—simply destroy or avoid the marked kunai to counter it.

"Your ability may be tricky, but once broken, it's nothing special. Show me the real force behind Shrek's destruction—I doubt it was you alone," Gu Rong scoffed, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze dripping with disdain.

As a Super Douluo, he didn't take Chen Xuan seriously. Compared to Tang San, Chen Xuan was far inferior. Someone else must've helped him.

Confident in his analysis, he stood where there were no kunai, believing he'd nullified Chen Xuan's advantage.

But in the next heartbeat, Chen Xuan moved—like lightning.

He appeared in front of Gu Rong in an instant, faster than the eye could track. At four times the speed of sound, his movement was almost indistinguishable from teleportation.

BOOM!

A pale fist, wrapped in raw force, smashed into Gu Rong's abdomen.

The impact was devastating.

Gu Rong had been expanding his spiritual senses, searching for an unseen enemy. He never expected Chen Xuan to be the threat right in front of him. There was no fancy technique—just a single, direct punch.

His black-gold armor, supposedly tougher than steel, crumpled under the blow. Blood sprayed as his body rocketed backward, smashing through stone walls and collapsing part of a building.

"You've misunderstood from the very start," Chen Xuan said, his voice cold and sharp. "My true strength never came from my martial spirit. It's always been me."

He didn't chase after Gu Rong. There was no need.

Chen Xuan's actions spoke louder than words—there was no hidden master behind him. He didn't need one.

He'd long anticipated the exposure of his spatial technique's weakness. Years ago, he'd started training beyond his martial spirit, relying on raw physical prowess and ninjutsu.

A roar shattered the air.

From the ruins, a massive skeletal dragon burst forth, its black bones gleaming ominously. It resembled an oversized pterosaur, devoid of flesh, with dark energy flowing through its joints.

The dragon's wings beat against the sky, lifting Gu Rong into the air.

Wiping blood from his lips, Gu Rong glared down at Chen Xuan. That punch had nearly killed him. Only his instant activation of his second soul skill—Ancient Dragon Armor—had saved his life.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly. Aerial combat… troublesome.

His ocular power hadn't fully recovered, and using Susanoo in this state wasn't ideal. The fifth stage required too much energy, and its size made it cumbersome against fast, agile opponents like Gu Rong.

From atop the skeletal dragon, Gu Rong's wounds began to heal, his soul power flowing like liquid light.

"I admit—I underestimated you," Gu Rong said, his voice echoing from above. "You're stronger than I thought. But…"

His eyes narrowed. "You're still too young. No matter how powerful you are, you can't withstand this—my seventh soul skill: Ancient Dragon True Form!"

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