Outside the north gate of Suotuo City was a wide road.
Following this road straight north, one could reach the Heaven Dou Imperial Capital in about half a month.
"The moonlight is so white tonight!"
Lu Feng looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
After walking for a while in the night, Lu Feng's footsteps gradually slowed, and he finally stopped in the middle of the road.
"Come out."
A cold light flashed in Lu Feng's eyes. The [Brass Knuckles] martial soul was instantly fitted onto his hands. Three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—pulsated up and down around him.
Looks like this will be a sleepless night!
"Clap, clap, clap."
A sound of clapping rang out on the empty road. A figure walked out from the shadows.
"As expected of a genius soul master who can fight one against ten and kill enemies above his level. Such keen perception."
A thin figure walked out of the darkness, wearing a loose black robe. A black hood covered his face, and only the two small mustaches at the corners of his mouth could be seen.
"My name is Tang Si. May I ask what business you have with me, sir? It's the middle of the night. You're not looking for a grown man like me to admire the moon with, are you?" Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he said with a faint smile.
The man stared at Lu Feng with a cold gaze. His voice was low as he slowly uttered two words, "To test my sword."
The man's soul power instantly erupted. His right hand quietly stroked his waist, making a gesture of drawing a sword from the void.
At this moment, Lu Feng instantly felt himself enveloped by a sharp sword qi.
"Clang!"
A clear and resonant sound of a sword ringing was heard.
The man's right hand drew out, and a silver sword light rapidly spread from his palm, finally forming a cold longsword. Its entire body was a clear blue, as if carved from crystal.
At the same time, five dazzling soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and one black—rose, floating slowly around him.
The man casually performed a sword flourish and said lightly, "The sword is 3 chi 4 cun long (approximately 1.13 meters), and just over 2 cun wide (over 6 cm wide). Its name is Seven Kill!"
Lu Feng looked at the man's elegant appearance, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
It's just summoning a martial soul, yet he has to make it so flashy.
Lu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He already knew who the visitor was. Among the group of black-clothed men who had ambushed them in the small grove, there was indeed a Soul King who used a sword.
"Seven Kill Sword? Could he be a descendant of the Sword Douluo?"
Lu Feng's eyes were quietly covered with a faint purple layer. He quickly scanned his surroundings but did not find that expert at the Soul Saint level or above.
"In other words, this kid is really just bored and came to find me for a spar in the middle of the night?"
Lu Feng's expression darkened. He stared at the man's small mustache, and suddenly felt the urge to beat him up severely.
At this time, the man held his sword in his right hand, his left hand behind his back.
His eyes were filled with indifference as he slowly said, "Tang Si, your strength is the greatest I have ever seen among Soul Elders. I will not use my cultivation to bully you, so I will let you make the first move."
"Oh, is that so? Then you'd better watch carefully."
As he spoke, Lu Feng's powerful soul power burst forth. His third soul ring lit up directly, and his entire body was bathed in an intense golden light.
Lu Feng took a step, and his body instantly shot out, leaving only a sunken footprint on the ground.
"Such speed."
The man's eyes sharpened, and the teasing look in them faded a little.
His majestic soul power instantly erupted, raising his aura to its peak. His third soul ring lit up. In an instant, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop by several degrees.
The next moment, the man moved.
His speed was fast, and afterimages actually appeared behind him.
"Clang, clang!"
Several clashing sounds rang out.
The wind guard formed by the Brass Knuckles martial soul collided with the man's longsword. Lu Feng was surprised to find that his black-quality Brass Knuckles martial soul actually couldn't gain any advantage.
The next moment, the surprise in Lu Feng's eyes turned to joy. He saw a cluster of black light drop from the man's body.
[Picked up a black martial soul [Seven Kill Sword] fragment *1 (1/10)]
"Hmph." Lu Feng snorted lightly and immediately dismantled the martial soul fragment.
Although his soul rings were of different five-element attributes, they were basically all strength-type, which was not suitable for a nimble martial soul like the Seven Kill Sword.
"So be it. Let me see what else this Seven Kill Sword has in store."
The next moment, with a thought, Lu Feng's figure retreated violently.
The man swung out a sharp sword qi, blasting a large crater in Lu Feng's previous position.
"What a strong attack."
Lu Feng looked at the man's shining first soul ring, and his expression also became serious.
After the battle with the dog-headed soul master, Lu Feng had not gone all out for a long time. The time he had killed Zhao Wuji didn't count, because he had used Luo Wupao's power.
Ever since obtaining his third soul ring, Lu Feng had not met a truly capable opponent of the same level.
Soul Elders of the same level posed no pressure at all.
He had killed one or two Soul Ancestors, but it didn't stir a single ripple in his heart.
This Soul King of level fifty-one or fifty-two before him, with a Seven Kill Sword martial soul at that... Lu Feng really wanted to have a serious match with him to see where his own limits lay.
In an instant, the black-robed Soul King also sensed Lu Feng's fighting spirit.
A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth. It had been a long time since he had felt this way too.
His name was Chenchen, the grandson of the Sword Douluo, and the number one of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's younger generation.
The next moment, his Seven Kill Sword burst forth with a strong aura.
This was a pure sword intent. An ordinary person, faced with this sharp and cold sword momentum, would probably tremble in their legs, unable to even think of resisting.
"Are you cheering too?" Chenchen looked at the Seven Kill Sword with indifferent eyes and said lightly.
Immediately, he looked at Lu Feng, a sharp glint suddenly shining in his eyes.
"Chenchen, level fifty-one Power Attack System Soul King, please advise!"
Hearing this, the corner of Lu Feng's mouth twitched.
A Soul King, actually having the nerve to challenge me, a Soul Elder?
The next moment, Lu Feng's eyes narrowed, and his whole body exuded a coldness. "Lu Feng, level forty Power Attack System quasi-Soul Ancestor, please advise!"
"Level forty?" Hearing this, Chenchen's expression immediately became a bit heavier.
This kid's age... he shouldn't be over fifteen, right?
The next moment, clarity instantly returned to Chenchen's eyes. This time, he simply wanted to compete.
Chenchen placed the Seven Kill Sword at his waist, his right hand gripping the hilt, making a sword-drawing motion.
"Clang!"
The body of the Seven Kill Sword shone with a faint blue light. A fierce gale coiled around the sword's body, flowing rapidly, and gradually covered Chenchen's entire body.
Lu Feng's eyes turned cold. His first soul ring flashed repeatedly as he threw out punches rapidly.
With each punch he threw, his own aura rose by thirty percent. A thick, black soul power gathered around him, almost as if it were tangible.
This was the fist technique that Lu Feng had comprehended from the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method. By stacking the use of his first soul skill, he continuously increased the power and speed of his punches.
He had to be so cautious because he could feel Chenchen's aura continuously rising.
That black-quality skill fragment reminded Lu Feng that this move of Chenchen's was by no means simple.
Gradually, due to the stacking of punch speed and power, Lu Feng's footing became a bit unsteady.
He took two steps left and right, his figure staggering, looking as if he were drunk. However, if Tang San were here, he would be able to discover that the footwork Lu Feng was using was precisely the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.
At this time, on the wide road, two surging soul power fields, one black and one blue, were clearly demarcated.
On the blue side was Chenchen. His side seemed to be shrouded in a wind guard, cold and serene. A wisp of sword qi overflowed, instantly cutting a deep scar on the ground.
On Lu Feng's side, there was a thick, dark aura, making it somewhat difficult to see the situation within.
However, the series of deep footprints on the ground showed that his aura had already condensed to its peak.
"Damn it, two madmen. Good thing I followed."
By the side of the road, a tall and sturdy man looked at the two in shock.
This person was precisely Gu Lin, the level eighty-two Soul Douluo from the small grove, the one who had made a bet with Chenchen.
Originally, he had not planned to come along.
In his opinion, although the two were separated by two soul rings, their actual combat power was not much different, and neither could do anything to the other.
But he had never expected that the two would feel a mutual admiration and simultaneously adopt such an extreme fighting style.
"The Sword-Drawing Stance requires a long time to charge. Aren't you afraid of being sneak-attacked?" Gu Lin looked at Chenchen and said, his voice full of resentment for him failing to meet expectations.
At the same time, his gaze turned to Lu Feng. "Good kid, is this the Disorderly Splitting Wind? If it were me, I would have retreated a few thousand meters long ago. So what if you stack a hundred or two hundred punches?"
The next moment, Chenchen moved.
His speed was as fast as a gale. Vaguely, a sword light flashed in the night, gone in an instant.
At the same time, Lu Feng also suddenly threw a punch.
A soul power that had condensed into substance gathered on his right fist, smashing directly at the sword light.
"Damn it, two madmen!"
Gu Lin cursed inwardly. His figure instantly appeared at the center of the collision.
He used his back to block Chenchen's sword light, and his front to block that extremely dense black light.
An earthy-yellow light shot up into the sky, forming a barrier that looked illusory yet was incomparably solid.
The next instant, eight soul rings appeared on his body at the same time.
Two yellow, two purple, four black.
The strongest soul ring configuration.
It marked his formidable strength as an eight-ring Soul Douluo!
After hitting this yellow barrier, Lu Feng's body shot out and finally, with a boom, he fell heavily to the ground.
"Cough, cough!" Lu Feng coughed violently and propped himself up.
He looked at the newcomer, a grave look flashing in his eyes.
A Soul Douluo!
"Crack!"
A shattering sound was heard.
Gu Lin's protective shield shattered like a mirror. The back of his robe had actually been cut open by Chenchen's sword qi, revealing his solid back.
There was even a bright red bloody mark there.
An eight-ring Soul Douluo was actually injured?
"Seventh Master, why are you here?" Chenchen came to Gu Lin's side with a puzzled face and asked, uncomprehendingly.
He glanced at Gu Lin's back, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "My Sword-Drawing Stance... when did it become so powerful?"
"Smack!"
Gu Lin slapped Chenchen on the back of the head and cursed, "If I hadn't come, who would have collected your corpse?"
Chenchen held his head, grimacing in pain.
However, he still said, unconvinced, "Seventh Master, I won this bet, didn't I?"
"Hmph! Won, my ass! If that punch had hit you, you'd be lying on the ground by now!" Gu Lin cursed loudly.
As if he still wasn't satisfied, he kicked Chenchen's butt hard again.
At this moment, Gu Lin walked over to Lu Feng, revealing what he thought was a friendly smile. "Kid, your name is Lu Feng?"
This kid's strength is ruthless.
A mere three rings, yet he can actually break my soul power shield?
Wait, just now I heard him say he has already reached level forty soul power.
A Soul Ancestor under the age of fifteen!
Gu Lin stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful.
Lu Feng looked at the over three-meter-tall man before him and couldn't help but swallow.
He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Seventh Master. I am indeed Lu Feng."
"Oh? You kid, you know me?" Gu Lin asked with great interest.
Lu Feng naturally did not know Gu Lin. It was just that Chenchen had addressed him this way, so he had followed suit.
Suddenly, Lu Feng's eyes darted around, as if he had thought of something.
He chuckled lightly and said, "Back then, the Seven Kings of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan became sworn brothers, laughing proudly at the world. How joyous was that! In the entire Douluo Continent, who doesn't know of it? Who hasn't heard?"
"Hahahaha!" Hearing this, Gu Lin immediately burst into hearty laughter.
"You kid, not bad!"
As he spoke, Gu Lin took out a token from his soul tool and threw it to Lu Feng. "Kid, if you have time, come and be a guest at my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
Lu Feng caught the token. It was cold to the touch, and he couldn't tell what material it was.
"Many thanks, Seventh Master! I will definitely prepare a generous gift and come to visit another day," Lu Feng said seriously.
Gu Lin waved his hand. "It's fine as long as you come. What's the need for a gift? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has nothing else, just a lot of money."
After speaking, Gu Lin picked up Chenchen by his clothes, as if lifting a little chick, and disappeared into the darkness.
Vaguely, Lu Feng could still hear their conversation drifting back.
"Seventh Master, that's a Seven Treasure Token! Even I don't have one, yet you just gave it away?"
"Didn't you say you were focused on practicing the sword and didn't plan to get married before the age of thirty?"
"Nonsense, Seventh Sister and I have long been in love with each other."
"Alright then. Next time that kid comes to the clan, I'll just ask the Sect Master to betroth your Seventh Sister to him."
"Seventh Master, I was wrong!"
Lu Feng, by the moonlight, sized up the token in his hand.
He saw that the token was entirely bright silver, shining brightly in the moonlight. On the front was a seven-story pagoda, and on the back was a large character, 'Seven'.
Lu Feng glanced at his soul tool and smiled.
"The Star Luo Zhu family, the Spirit Hall, and now the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan..."
"Why didn't I ever realize before that I had the potential to marry into a rich family?"
[note: Looks like author pulled a move, new characters popping up]