Chapter 396: Time goes back, long live the Son

"..."

Qian Ren Jue ended with a whisper.

What else does the Xing Luo person in charge have to say?
But the soul master team belonging to the Tiandou Empire suddenly fell silent.

"what happened?!"

They can feel it clearly.

They seemed to be locked in by an invisible energy, which made them feel a little uneasy.

In an instant.

At the center of Qian Renjue’s eyebrows, a purple-black light bloomed.

It almost swept the entire square.

That's when.

All members of the Tiandou Empire team felt a sense of euphoria sweeping over their bodies.
Black and white alternated before my eyes, and when it appeared again!

They had unknowingly found themselves standing outside the encirclement in the center of the square.

"Wow——!"

Everyone, including the Knights Guarding the Pope's Palace, could not help but burst into an uproar.

Even the Pope couldn't help but change color.

Jian Douluo almost couldn't sit still and wanted to stand up.

Snapped!
Ning Rongrong was stunned, and the gem in her hand fell to the ground.

"What's going on?!"

"It was him! The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall did it. How did he do it?"

"My martial spirit isn't even activated yet"

"What kind of soul skill is this? I've never heard of it before!"

"..."

Amid the din, almost no one noticed.

Qian Renjue's face turned pale, and then turned rosy in an instant.

Almost back to its heyday.

Forcing the opponent to transfer through space would consume too much energy.

Not only the soul power, but also the mental power hit the bottom in an instant.

If it weren’t for the first soul skill.

After reversing his own time by five seconds, Qian Ren Jue was no longer able to fight.

Fortunately.

The cultivation base of the soul masters around here is not very high.

Qian Renjue closed his eyes and chuckled, ignoring the discussions around him.

Lower your hands and open your palms in front of you.

Yun Danfeng said:
"Everyone, you can start beating me up now, as hard as you can."

"..."

All participating soul masters were silent.

Now, they no longer have any hope of defeating Qianren.

Their so-called genius
In front of Qian Renjue, it was just a bigger joke.

"It's over, it's over!"

The person in charge of the Xing Luo Empire staggered twice.

Just now he thought that the Holy Son of Spirit Hall was afraid of losing.

He didn't know until now.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is not afraid of losing at all.

This is because they were afraid of winning too easily, and afraid that it wouldn’t shock them enough!

"Ha ha."

Ning Rongrong let out a sweet laugh, and Ning Fengzhi hadn't come back to his senses yet and was too late to stop her.

"Brother Shengzi is so handsome! Even more handsome than Grandpa Jian."

Ning Rongrong almost jumped up with joy.

The Jian Douluo standing next to Ning Fengzhi had a slightly dark complexion.

It’s good. Praise it if you want.

Why do you still want to drag down your Grandpa Jian? !
At Qian Renjue's signal, the cardinal put away the amazement in his eyes.

Reminder:
"Everyone get ready, the game begins!"

Hear the command.

The geniuses who had been suppressed for a long time seemed to have found an outlet for release.

Some people kept shouting and encouraging.

"Everyone, even if we are going to lose, we should lose knowingly."

"See his martial spirit and spirit ring!"

"That's right!"

"..."

"Let us go! Open the martial spirit!"

hum!
More than 140 soul masters surrounded Qian Ren Jue in the square.
Summon martial spirits and spirit rings.

That light made the surrounding palace guards feel overwhelmed.

That roar was a true reflection of what was in everyone's heart.

If all lose.

If you can't even see others open their martial spirits and light up their spirit rings, then you're really a failure.
I will no longer have the face to be hailed as a genius!
"Third soul skill: Thunderous Fury! Fourth soul skill: Blue Lightning Dragon Speed!"

"The fourth soul skill..."

"..."

The sounds of various soul skills were deafening.

Qian Renjue looked at the person who roared and attacked first, and a smile flashed in his purple eyes.

Is he the genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex?

Really arrogant.

"Senior brother! Come on!" Hu Liena stood on the edge and cried out.

"Brother Shengzi, ah!"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but want to add more fuel, but Ning Fengzhi covered her mouth.

It was chaotic around and no one noticed.

But it’s always better to be careful, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect still has to act a little bit.

Maybe it will play a key role in the future.

"Uncle Jian."

Ning Fengzhi turned his head to look at Jian Douluo, but hadn't started asking any questions.

Jian Douluo said in a deep voice:

"It's spatial ability, a more sophisticated use than Old Bones."

“It seems there is something else.”

Jian Douluo muttered to himself as he looked at Qian Ren Jue who was about to be engulfed by various attacks.

He did notice
After Qian Renjue used that move, his aura became extremely weak.

But it returned to its peak in an instant.

He didn't understand.

Bibi Dong knew this very well, with a little pain in her eyes.
But more of it is pride and honor.

There was this battle.

Her name as the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall will resound throughout the spirit master world.

Liu Erlong's face flushed.
Qian Renjue’s strength made her extremely excited, and they shared the honor and disgrace with him.

hum!
A powerful and thick hurricane swept around Qian Ren Jue.

Mixed with terrible thunder and lightning.

The traces of the attack on his body collapsed under the shock of the thunder and lightning.

Changing track under the discharge of those hurricanes.

"what--"

While many soul masters were defending and avoiding attacks.

However, only a few people noticed that an electric grid had begun to appear on the ground beneath their feet.

The electric grid is in circles.

Keep shaking.

The soul power in their bodies actually vibrated, and the release of their soul skills was hindered.

After the thunder.

Following closely behind is the group attack skill mastered by Qian Renjue.

Thousand Thunder Flashes!
Dark lightning gathered in the air and suddenly exploded.

The lightning struck like crazy rain.

Everyone was eager to defend themselves, and had no chance to attack Qian Renjue.
"Damn it, how could this happen! Ah——"

The captain of Thunder Academy was slapped away by Qian Renjue.

When they were baptized by thunder and lightning.

Qian Renjue strolled leisurely in the garden, relying on the space translation, and no one could catch him.

Finish off those Soul Sect members who are still pretty good.

And use telekinesis to deal with those soul masters who are still struggling to death.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary casualties.

Qian Renjue simply controlled his attacks within the range that Soul Master could withstand.

It can only cause shock, not burns.

"He's over here."

"This way!"

"..."

The teachers in those colleges
Looking at his own students like headless flies, he covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall is much stronger than they imagined!

How could a Soul Saint describe this?
Contra is not an exaggeration!
With this Holy Son, the Spirit Hall will be able to prosper for hundreds of years!
If we add those special soul guides.
The world is going to be in chaos!
"what--"

Qian Renjue floated in the air and knocked down the members of the Kamikaze Academy.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"The photo I just took seems to show a two-headed wolf?"

"Forget it. Never mind."

"what--"

Under the numb gaze of many college teachers and leaders.

In the square.

Only Qian Renjue was still standing among them.

Some were wailing and rolling in pain, while some were sleeping peacefully.

On the other hand, Qian Ren Jue.

But his breathing seemed a little rapid.

This Soul Master Competition was completely prepared by the Spirit Hall for the Holy Son to become famous.
A stage built for the Spirit Hall to gain glory in the spirit master world!

Let those special soul guides become the display racks of the swords hanging from the beams of the major forces.
But anyway.

This soul master competition has undoubtedly come to an end.

The championship belongs to the Spirit Hall.

It belongs to him alone!

"The game is over. The winner of this game is His Highness the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"

The cardinal excitedly declared to the Quartet.

"Long live the Holy Son!"

The sound that came from nowhere set the entire square ablaze.
"Long live the Holy Son, long live the Holy Son!"

"Long live Brother Shengzi."

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)