Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 308: Dare to Lay a Finger on Me and See What Happens!

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Dare to Lay a Finger on Me and See What Happens!

"..."

The crowd in the audience seats stared blankly, one person after another, utterly stunned—only Luo Cheng’s indifferent voice echoed throughout the Martial Arts Square of the Outer Sect!

In this battle, the one who laughed last turned out to be Luo Cheng!

No one could have expected this result.

After all, Qi Guyun, who had reached the Half-step Absolute Vein Realm and wielded the Seven Secret Techniques, was so overwhelming and unstoppable—almost an invincible existence within the Tongxuan Realm!

Yet now, the powerful Qi Guyun lay like a dead dog, held in Luo Cheng’s hand!

"Luo Cheng... Luo Cheng won! Am I dreaming or what?"

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

The comment set off a flood of noise—waves of astonishment roaring to the skies!

"This dark horse is black to the extreme! Even Qi Guyun couldn’t stand against him!"

"Luo Cheng’s last punch not only shattered Qi Guyun’s ultimate move but also demolished his defense entirely! It was outright dominance!"

"Look quickly—the Elders are stunned too!"

It wasn’t only the Outer Sect disciples. Even the numerous experts in the VIP seats were left petrified.

"To annihilate Qi Guyun with a single punch—could mastering Dragon Power truly carry such awe-inspiring might?" The Fifth Elder stared at Luo Cheng with a dazed expression, his eyes betraying an undeniable shock.

The force of a million pounds was indeed extraordinary—enough to sweep through the Tongxuan Realm martial artists.

But Qi Guyun, whose cultivation had reached the Half-step Absolute Vein Realm and who had unleashed the Seven Secret Techniques, was no minor opponent—he should not have been so easily crushed.

No one replied, as the other Elders were equally awash in disbelief.

Luo Cheng’s single punch defeating Qi Guyun had left such an immense impact that they couldn’t trust their own senses anymore—it might as well be an illusion!

"Damn it!"

The Eighth Prince Jin Min locked his icy gaze onto Luo Cheng, his Essence Energy surging to form tangible ripples, revealing the tremor in his emotions.

Previously, when Luo Cheng continuously slaughtered the Crown Prince Hall disciples, Jin Min hadn’t intervened, simply because he believed Luo Cheng would undoubtedly meet his end at Qi Guyun’s hands.

Never in his wildest imagination did he expect Qi Guyun to lose to Luo Cheng!

High above in the void, two spatial rifts loomed faintly.

"For this year’s Outer Sect tournament, there’s unexpectedly a disciple who has mastered Dragon Power. Judging from the fight, this isn’t merely Dragon Power; that punch alone far exceeded the force of a million pounds. At his Realm, it’s truly incredible..."

From the left spatial rift came an ancient voice, every word causing tremors in the void.

"I’ve heard of this individual—a few months ago, Yun Mengli brought him back to the sect."

From the right spatial rift came a gentle feminine voice.

The two had been acting as guardians for Yun Mengli. Sensing the dragon-like Essence Qi soaring into the skies, they had come to investigate, only to witness the spectacle of Luo Cheng defeating Qi Guyun.

"Yun Mengli brought him back? What a pity that he awakened as a Wasted Martial Soul; otherwise, our Xuanyuan Sect could have gained an unparalleled genius... Such a pity..."

The ancient voice sighed, carrying an endless sense of regret.

The gentle feminine voice chuckled: "With a Wasted Martial Soul, to have attained Human Sword Integration and mastered Dragon Power at such a young age—this alone proves that he’s extraordinary. At least in certain aspects, he possesses exceptional talent."

The ancient voice sighed again: "What meaning does that carry? Reaching the Realm we’re at, you and I both deeply understand the importance of a Martial Soul. The Martial Soul is the foundation of a martial artist, the source of their life. With a Martial Soul of such low quality, everything is like flowers in a dream, the moon in water—transient at best. A bout of strength without roots is nothing but an untethered weed."

The gentle feminine voice responded: "Let’s hope he can go further."

On the arena.

Splurt!

Qi Guyun coughed up another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

That punch didn’t just rupture his Protective Essence Energy—its overwhelming force had shattered his internal organs, leaving him with critical injuries.

Yet, compared to the physical agony, losing to Luo Cheng was an even bitter pill to swallow. He was near insanity as he hysterically roared at Luo Cheng:

"Luo Cheng! You trash! It’s impossible for you to possess such strength! What kind of shady trick have you employed?"

It was no wonder he was reacting so frantically—unless one was a true Absolute Vein Realm expert, defeating him so easily was utterly unthinkable!

What cultivation does Luo Cheng possess?

What sort of talent?

Splurt!

Overcome with agitation, Qi Guyun coughed up more blood.

Luo Cheng’s expression remained calm. The Ancient Dragon Clan was born with the force of a million pounds, physically invincible. From their birth, they were capable of fighting Absolute Vein Realm experts head-on!

Although Luo Cheng didn’t share the Dragon Clan’s monstrous natural physique, channeling True Dragon Power allowed his strength to reach 1.8 million pounds—if that couldn’t crush Qi Guyun, that would be abnormal!

Staring coldly at Qi Guyun, Luo Cheng’s gaze betrayed no emotion:

"What technique I used, you don’t need to know—nor will you ever."

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Luo Cheng, Qi Guyun was momentarily stunned before curling his lips into a scornful sneer:

"Luo Cheng, what now? Do you intend to kill me? My cousin is the Eighth Prince Jin Min, my aunt is the reigning imperial Concubine Qi—you dare try touching me... gah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Qi Guyun’s throat was suddenly seized in a grip, his eyes bulging to the brink of tears as he struggled to make choking sounds.

"Hah! Still trying to threaten me! It seems you don’t understand the situation you’re in."

Luo Cheng sneered, his icy gaze unwavering as he prepared to crush him completely.

"Stop!"

At that moment, a thunderous voice exploded across the arena.

As the voice rang out, a terrifying pressure like tidal waves swept forth, descending directly onto Luo Cheng.

Immediately, Luo Cheng felt his body sink—as if he were being crushed under a mountain—and his movements were frozen on the spot.

The Eighth Prince Jin Min stepped forward, looking down on Luo Cheng from above.

"The duel is over! Release him!"

Jin Min’s voice carried an icy authority that was impossible to defy, the air surging violently.

Hearing this, Qi Guyun’s tense expression finally eased.

With Jin Min stepping in, Qi Guyun was certain that Luo Cheng wouldn’t dare disobey. He immediately snarled at Luo Cheng:

"Trash! Let go of me right now! You were just lucky this time—next time, you won’t live to see daylight!"

His face twisted with venomous hatred, silently plotting to exact a thousandfold revenge on Luo Cheng once he had recovered from his injuries.

Luo Cheng’s lips curled slightly: "You still think there’s going to be a next time?"

With those words, Dragon roars echoed from within Luo Cheng’s body, his fingers tightening.

Crack!

The unmistakable sound of breaking bones followed—a spray of fresh blood erupted!

Qi Guyun’s neck was instantly shattered!

"Grr... Grr...!"

Blood streamed from Qi Guyun’s seven orifices as his eyes remained fixed on Luo Cheng with horror—unable to believe that Luo Cheng had truly killed him!

The audacity to kill him!

Not only was Qi Guyun left stunned. Nearly everyone present was dumbstruck as well.

Luo Cheng had such audacity—to murder Qi Guyun in front of the Eighth Prince Jin Min!

Even Jin Min himself was caught off guard!

A mere Outer Sect disciple dared to disregard him so blatantly—defying his authority!

For a brief moment, Jin Min was frozen before his fury erupted—his eyes ignited with killing intent as explosions rippled through the air!

"You little wretch! You’re courting death!"

With one decisive step, Jin Min appeared above the arena, surrounded by an aura of cyan flames that distorted everything nearby!

Crack! Crack!

The pressure alone was too overwhelming for the arena, causing it to shatter piece by piece.

"Die!"

Boom!

Without a word, Jin Min raised his right hand, conjuring rapidly expanding cyan flames, and sent a palm strike toward Luo Cheng from a distance!