The battle between Jian Dao Chen Xin and Tang Hao's brothers made the diners of Juxiang Pavilion stop eating and start to pay attention to the battle between the three soul fighters.
After all, you can eat at any time, but the battle between soul fighters is not common.
At this time, the gap between the two sides did not seem that big, and Jian Dao Chen Xin, fighting one against two, was evenly matched with Tang Hao and Tang Xiao. However, in Fu Ye's view, the situation was already very clear. Chen Xin's rapidly depleting soul power was not enough to defeat his opponents, especially since Tang Hao and Tang Xiao had yet to use the Haotian Sect's unique skills.
They knew that fighting one against two was already unfair, and using their family heirlooms now would seem unsporting.
After all, the current Haotian Sect had not yet been suppressed by the Spirit Hall—it was still the number one sect in the world.
It was natural to speak of martial ethics when you're number one.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Xin's forehead. He knew victory was unlikely, but he would never agree to let someone overturn his favorite restaurant. Not to mention, he'd long wanted to test himself against these brothers!
Endless soul power condensed thousands of long swords in the air, all pointing at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Lingtian Strike!"
"Sixth Soul Skill, Lingtian Strike!"
Seeing that Chen Xin no longer concealed his exhaustion, the brothers activated their sixth soul skills simultaneously. These were locking techniques—avoiding damage meant launching a stronger counterattack to dispel them! Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were clearly playing a battle of attrition.
"Swish, swish, swish!!"
"Bang, bang, bang!!"
Endless swords clashed with two black giant hammers, ringing out in sharp bursts.
Chen Xin's palms were slick with sweat, but he gritted his teeth and continued conjuring long swords.
As a swordsman, he had to possess an indomitable will.
"My heart is like a sword!"
As the Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand, sword intent surged toward the heavens, directed at Tang Hao and Tang Xiao!
"Eighth Soul Skill, First Style: Move Mountains!"
A dazzling light flared from Chen Xin's eighth soul ring, shredding the brothers' sixth soul skills in one blow!
"Eighth Soul Skill, Second Style: Fill the Sea!"
A flood of sword force descended upon the two brothers. By now, Chen Xin had nearly exhausted his soul power.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Titan Power!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Longbeauty Power!"
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao dared not hold back. This was the power of an eighth soul skill from a Soul Douluo! Its might rivaled even that of some Title Douluo's ninth skills!
Boom!
Sword and hammers collided, and a massive shockwave tore through the air!
Chen Xin's soul power was nearly depleted. He knew he had lost—but he had no regrets.
To battle a strong opponent is to transcend one's limits. Just like his stubborn father, who once provoked Qian Daoliu in order to break through to the next level.
"You're quite interesting. Want to be friends?"
A calm but magnetic voice whispered in Chen Xin's ear. Surprised, he looked beside him and saw the young boss of Juxiang Pavilion standing there.
"You should leave now. Their attack is incoming."
Chen Xin's eyes widened in panic. With his sword spirit, he would survive. But the young man in front of him?
Boom!!!!
Before Chen Xin could react, the powerful combined strike had already landed.
The explosion shook all of Tiandou Imperial City. A thick cloud of white smoke rose from the battlefield.
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged glances. Surely, Chen Xin couldn't have survived that strike!
But before they could celebrate, an overwhelming pressure froze them in place. Even the onlookers around them couldn't move after merely feeling the shockwave.
Tap, tap, tap...
Footsteps echoed through the smoke.
Everyone stared as a figure emerged—shockingly, it was the young boss of Juxiang Pavilion!
He had just suppressed three Soul Douluos!
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao were horrified. This was no ordinary man—this was a Title Douluo, without question!
But once they saw his face clearly, their terror only deepened.
"As the two most talented members of the Haotian Sect, you've repeatedly bullied my staff and nearly wrecked my restaurant."
Fu Ye's eyes were cold and full of contempt.
"Looks like I'll have to pay a visit to your sect someday."
There was no emotion in his voice, but the fear on Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's faces said it all.
"I'll have a nice long chat with those two useless elders of yours. The Haotian Sect and its country bumpkins aren't welcome here. Consider yourselves lucky today. Now get lost."
Tang Hao and Tang Xiao could not be killed—not yet. After all, the son of destiny must remain intact. If Tang Hao were to die, Tang San might come back as Li San or Wang San—and that would be such a hassle to track down.
As Fu Ye withdrew the divine-level pressure of a quasi-god (level 99), the brothers finally caught their breath. Soaked in sweat, they looked at him with terrified eyes.
"Brother, let's..."
"Let's go! Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough?"
Fu Ye ignored them and walked up to Jian Dao Chen Xin.
"Brother, drink something?"
"Hmm?"
"Drink some wine."
He exhaled. "Huh~ OK."
The diners erupted in excitement. Who would've thought the humble boss of this small restaurant was so terrifyingly strong?
Fu Ye ignored the chatter and opened the system's wine menu.
[Product: Soul Wine]
Effect: Slightly boosts cultivation speed for 1 day (no restrictions). Free – Max 50 jars.
[Product: Hundred-Year Soul Wine]
Effect: Slight boost for 1 day (Soul Venerable or higher only). Free – Max 50 jars.
[Product: Thousand-Year Soul Wine]
Effect: Greatly boosts cultivation speed for 1 day (Soul Saint or higher only). Free – Max 50 jars.
[Product: Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Wine]
Effect: Doubles cultivation speed for 1 day (Title Douluo or higher only). Free – Max 50 jars.
Fu Ye nodded in satisfaction. This system was truly generous.
Anything from the Douluo world could be searched and obtained for free.
He figured 30 jars would be a safe trial—strong but not overwhelming. The effect was good, though not earth-shattering.
He brought Chen Xin to a private room. Ah Yin was already there, watching Fu Ye curiously.
She had once thought he was just a normal Soul Master... but now it was clear—he was something else entirely.
She was deeply puzzled.