Chapter 88: Battle Maniac, Sword Dao Chen Xin
Extreme Douluo Experience Card: A limited-time item that allows the user to possess the spirit power of a level 99 Extreme Douluo for half an hour.
Seeing that Prince Xuexing wanted to leave, Ye Feng listened to the system's voice, and his body began to tremble. His voice turned hoarse as he shouted:
"Stop!"
Prince Xuexing turned around, his gaze sharp as he asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Of course."
Ye Feng's voice shifted, taking on an eerie, aged tone. "You bullied someone, and you think you can just walk away? The world doesn't work like that."
At the same time, Zhao Wuji was stunned, murmuring, "This voice… this voice…"
Flander frowned, confused by Zhao Wuji's reaction. "Wuji, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Wuji glanced at Flander before muttering, "Nothing, Dean. But something interesting is about to happen."
Flander narrowed his eyes. "What kind of 'interesting'?"
"Just watch."
"Why are you being so damn cryptic?" Flander grumbled but turned back to Ye Feng. His instincts told him that whatever Zhao Wuji found interesting had something to do with the strange shift in Ye Feng's voice.
Tang San, standing nearby, had also frozen in place. He murmured, "This voice… could it be… that 'he' is about to appear again?"
His mind flashed back to the time when he had first entered Shrek Academy.
Back then, Zhao Wuji had tried to push around him, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ye Feng. Zhao Wuji had challenged them to last a stick of incense against him, and Ye Feng had stepped forward to take him on alone. What happened next was unforgettable—Ye Feng had beaten Zhao Wuji so badly that the man had vomited blood.
Later, when Tang San questioned what had happened, wondering how Ye Feng—only at level 40—could have suddenly become so strong, Ye Feng had simply shrugged. Tang San had suspected that Ye Feng harbored the soul of a powerful master, some hidden entity that took control in moments of crisis.
Now, watching Ye Feng trembling and his voice changing, Tang San knew.
It was happening again.
Prince Xuexing frowned, glaring at Ye Feng. "What do you want?"
"Simple."
Ye Feng smirked as he continued his dramatic act. "You forced this kid to endure your power for a stick of incense, right? Well, now it's your turn. If you can hold out against me, we'll call it even."
"Are you kidding me?"
Before Prince Xuexing could reply, Prince Xue Beng burst out laughing mockingly. "You? What level are you again? Do you seriously think you can pressure my uncle? Are you brain-dead?"
SMACK!
Ye Feng casually flicked his wrist. The compressed air formed by his spirit power slammed into Xue Beng's face, sending him flying.
"You—!"
Xue Beng scrambled up, his face burning with rage. He lunged forward, only to be stopped by Prince Xuexing.
"Good."
Prince Xuexing sneered, arrogance in his stance. He didn't believe Ye Feng could actually do anything to him. "Not just a stick of incense—even an entire day wouldn't be a problem. Go ahead, make your move."
Buzz
Ye Feng didn't hesitate.
Spirit power erupted from his body, surging around him like a storm. With a mere thought, he condensed that energy into an invisible mountain, letting it crash down on Prince Xuexing.
"Level 80?!"
Prince Xuexing's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Eighty-one!"
"Eighty-two!"
"Eighty-three!"
The weight of Ye Feng's spirit power kept increasing.
Seventh Spirit Skill: Swan Avatar!
With no choice, Prince Xuexing activated his Martial Spirit Avatar, his body glowing as his Swan Martial Spirit manifested fully.
"Eighty-eight!"
"Eighty-nine!"
"Level ninety!"
Sweat poured down Prince Xuexing's face as he struggled against the oppressive force. Gritting his teeth, he activated his spirit bone ability, summoning a golden shield around his body.
Prince Xuexing was a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, and with that status came incredible resources. He possessed three spirit bones, each boosting his abilities significantly.
"Ninety-one!"
"Ninety-two!"
"Ninety-three!"
CRACK!
Ye Feng's pressure shattered the golden shield.
Without its protection, Prince Xuexing crumpled under the force of ninety-three-level spirit power, his face turning ghostly pale. His knees hit the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ye Feng withdrew his spirit power and coldly ordered, "Get lost."
Prince Xuexing might be a noble, but there was a line between hurting him and killing him. Ye Feng had already punished him enough for daring to target Xiao Wu.
Prince Xue Beng rushed forward to help his uncle. Seeing Prince Xuexing's face twisted in agony, he hesitated before reaching out to check his injuries. The moment his hand touched his uncle's ribs, he recoiled in horror.
"All twelve ribs… are broken."
"What?!"
Flander's head snapped toward Ye Feng in shock.
The human body had twenty-four ribs in total. Ye Feng had just shattered half of them with pure spirit pressure. Prince Xuexing was going to be bedridden for a long time.
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That Night…
When night fell, an old man with snow-white hair appeared at the Prince's Mansion gates.
With a single kick, the old man sent the heavy doors flying open.
The loud crash startled the guards, who immediately surrounded him with spears. Without hesitation, they attacked.
The old man barely moved.
With a simple flick of his fingers, a silver wave of spirit power surged outward, sending the guards flying like ragdolls.
"T-Titled Douluo!"
Panic spread among the remaining guards as they realized they were dealing with someone over level 90.
Then, someone finally recognized him.
"Sword Dao Chen Xin!"
Not long after, the battered Prince Xuexing stumbled into the courtyard. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the old man's form.
That silver light… that Seven Killing Sword…
This was Chen Xin, the Guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Although Prince Xuexing was royalty, he didn't dare show any disrespect. He forced himself to stand straight and spoke politely, "Your Majesty, what brings you here so late? Tell me who angered you, and I will personally deal with them."
Chen Xin's piercing gaze locked onto him.
Then, his voice—sharp as a blade—cut through the air:
"Who else but you?"
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