The clash between Chen Xin and the Tang brothers, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, had drawn the attention of every diner in Juxiang Pavilion.
Meals were forgotten—after all, food could be enjoyed anytime, but a battle between three Soul Douluos was a rare spectacle.
At first glance, the gap between the combatants didn't seem too vast. Chen Xin, fighting alone against the two brothers, held his ground in a fierce back-and-forth.
However, to Fu Ye's discerning eyes, the outcome was already clear.
Chen Xin's rapidly depleting soul power wouldn't be enough to secure victory, especially since Tang Hao and Tang Xiao had yet to unleash the Clear Sky Sect's signature techniques.
They knew their opponent was already at a disadvantage fighting one against two—using their sect's secret skills now would only add insult to injury.
After all, the Clear Sky Sect had not yet been suppressed by the Spirit Hall. It remained the world's number one sect, and with such prestige came the obligation to uphold martial honor.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Myriad Sword Returning Tribe!"
Beads of sweat formed on Chen Xin's forehead. He was well aware that his chances of victory were slim, but he refused to back down.
He wouldn't stand by as these two wrecked his favorite restaurant—and besides, he had long yearned for a fight with them!
In an instant, his soul power surged, materializing into countless swords that filled the sky, their razor-sharp tips aimed squarely at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Sky-Shattering Strike!"
"Sixth Soul Skill—Sky-Shattering Strike!"
Seeing Chen Xin go all out, the Tang brothers responded in kind, their sixth soul rings flaring brilliantly.
These were locking skills—there was no dodging them. The only way to avoid damage was to meet force with force! Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were forcing Chen Xin into a battle of attrition!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Swords and hammers collided in a deafening symphony of steel.
Chen Xin's palms were slick with sweat, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on, channeling his remaining soul power into his swords.
'A swordsman must have the will to advance unyieldingly!'
"My heart is as steadfast as my sword!"
The Seven Kill Sword gleamed in his grip as an overwhelming sword intent erupted, piercing the heavens and locking onto the Tang brothers.
"Eighth Soul Skill—First Form: Moving Mountains!"
Chen Xin's eighth soul ring blazed with radiant light, tearing through Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's sixth soul skills like paper.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Second Form: Filling the Sea!"
A tidal wave of sword energy crashed toward the brothers with unstoppable force. But by now, Chen Xin's soul power was nearly exhausted.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Titan's Might!"
"Eighth Soul Skill—Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer!"
The Tang brothers no longer held back. This was an eighth soul skill—a technique that rivaled the ninth soul skills of some Titled Douluos!
"BOOM!"
The collision of sword and hammers unleashed a shockwave of terrifying soul power.
Chen Xin knew he had lost. His soul power was spent, but he felt no regret.
Battling the strong was a path to self-improvement—just like his stubborn father, who had once challenged the already peerless Qian Daoliu in pursuit of a breakthrough.
"You're interesting. Want to be friends?"
A calm, magnetic voice reached Chen Xin's ears. Surprised, he turned to see the young proprietor of Juxiang Pavilion standing beside him.
"Hurry. They're about to attack again."
Chen Xin's eyes widened in alarm—Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's combined assault was moments away. Though his sword could protect him, what about the young man who had suddenly stepped in front?
BOOOOM—!!!
Before he could react, the devastating strike landed.
The explosion shook all of Heaven Dou Imperial City, a thick plume of white smoke rising from the impact site. Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances—there was no way Chen Xin could have withstood that.
But before their triumph could settle, an oppressive, godlike aura descended, freezing them in place. Even the onlookers stiffened, immobilized by the sheer pressure.
"Tap… Tap…"
Footsteps echoed through the dissipating smoke.
As the haze cleared, a figure emerged—unscathed.
It was the owner of Juxiang Pavilion.
And he had just subdued three Soul Douluos without lifting a finger.
The Tang brothers' faces twisted in horror. This level of power… this was beyond any ordinary Titled Douluo!
Yet when they saw his face clearly, their shock deepened into outright disbelief.
"The Clear Sky Sect's so-called geniuses," Fu Ye's voice was icy, "come to bully my staff, wreck my restaurant, and still call themselves the world's number one sect?"
His gaze was disdainful, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Perhaps I should pay your sect a visit."
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao trembled—no, the entire street trembled under his presence.
"Juxiang Pavilion doesn't welcome ungrateful wretches who bite the hand that feeds them. Get out. I'll deal with your elders later."
He couldn't kill them yet. The "Son of Luck" had to remain on his destined path—otherwise, Tang San might become "Li San" or "Wang San," and that would be… troublesome.
As the pressure of a 99th-level Quasi-God receded, the brothers gasped for air, drenched in sweat. Their eyes, once arrogant, now held only terror.
"Brother, let's—"
"Shut up! Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough?!"
Fu Ye ignored them, turning instead to Chen Xin.
"Care for a drink?"
"Huh?"
"Wine."
Chen Xin took a shaky breath. "…Sure."
The diners buzzed with excitement. Who knew the unassuming owner of this little restaurant was this powerful?
Fu Ye paid them no mind, instead browsing the system's wine recommendations:
[Soul Wine – One jar slightly boosts cultivation speed for one day (no restrictions). Stock: 99,999 (free).]
[Hundred-Year Soul Wine – Greater effect (Soul Masters and above only). Stock: 99,999 (free).]
[Thousand-Year Soul Wine – Significant boost (Soul Saints and above). Stock: 99,999 (free).]
[Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Wine – Doubles cultivation speed (Titled Douluos only). Stock: 99,999 (free).]
'This system really is broken,' Fu Ye mused. Anything from the Douluo world could be acquired instantly—for zero cost.
After gauging his tolerance, he decided to test the waters with thirty jars. The effects were potent, but not too outrageous.
Leading Chen Xin to a private room, Fu Ye caught Ah Yin's curious gaze. At first, she'd thought him just another Soul Master—but now? His power eclipsed even Soul Douluos.
She was utterly baffled.
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