Chapter 234 The Assassination by Three Soul Douluo

"No need to worry. They're just Soul Douluo. I can protect my own daughter," Chen Xuan said calmly.

Teacher Li and the white-haired elder frowned deeply, growing increasingly displeased. If this man weren't Chen Qiu'er's father, they would have already lost their patience.

"Just Soul Douluo?" He said it so lightly, as if he were some Titled Douluo himself.

Chen Xuan, of course, was not a Titled Douluo—his current soul power was only at rank seventy-three. Even if he revealed his true strength, these people wouldn't believe he could fight Soul Douluo.

Besides, he wanted to lure out the real masterminds behind the scenes, so he had no intention of alerting them prematurely.

"Brother Chen, stop being stubborn. The outside world is truly dangerous. Even if you don't care about yourself, think about Qiu'er. If anything happens to her, it would be a huge loss for the entire Star Luo Empire," the white-haired elder said gravely, his patience wearing thin. He had no intention of letting the girl leave.

Chen Xuan furrowed his brows and stared at them for a moment before saying, "You should be asking for Qiu'er's opinion as well."

The white-haired elder was taken aback, then felt a sense of guilt. He had been ordered by Davis to protect Chen Qiu'er, but in doing so, they had essentially confined her. For so long, she had been restricted to this protected area, hardly ever seeing the outside world.

Teacher Li's expression also shifted. He, too, felt ashamed—keeping a lively child locked inside an academy was supposed to be for her protection, but in reality, wasn't it just another form of imprisonment?

"Dean, Teacher Li, I don't want to stay in the academy anymore! I want to go out and play with Daddy!" Chen Qiu'er quickly said. Now that her father had come to take her away, she didn't want to stay here a moment longer.

"This…" The two hesitated, unsure of what to do.

"I would never gamble with my daughter's life," Chen Xuan said firmly, saying no more.

After some deliberation, they finally relented and agreed to let Qiu'er leave. However, they remained cautious. The academy dispatched five Soul Saints to escort them to the imperial capital.

This was just a branch academy under Davis's command. There was only one resident Soul Douluo here, but he was preoccupied with other duties and could not accompany them.

In the end, Teacher Li also called in five Soul Emperors to join the escort, though he himself had to remain at the academy.

The white-haired elder, still uneasy, arranged for two luxurious carriages and had Chen Xuan and Qiu'er board them, heading toward the Star Luo Imperial City.

The convoy rushed forward, leaving the outskirts behind.

"We're taking the main roads. They probably won't dare attack in the city," the white-haired elder reassured. The presence of guards in the city made it unlikely that their enemies would act so brazenly.

Chen Xuan, however, remained fearless. He actually hoped the hidden enemies would all show themselves so he could deal with them in one go.

"Finally, an opportunity to increase the age of my soul rings," he muttered, touching his right eye. His ocular power was fully charged, ready to be used at any time.

It had been many years since he had last activated the power of these eyes—it was time for them to taste blood again.

"Hopefully, more than just a few Soul Douluo show up. A Titled Douluo would be ideal," he said to himself.

One of his Mangekyō Sharingan abilities was the power of theft—a sinister technique that could siphon the lifespan and soul ring age from higher-ranked soul masters.

In the past, he had used this ability to drain a Soul Saint of a large portion of his life force, significantly enhancing the age of his own soul rings.

This ability was indeed quite sinister and consumed a massive amount of ocular power. Because of that, Chen Xuan had rarely used it.

But now, things were different. In theory, his ocular power was infinite—there was no longer a reason to hold back.

And so, the two carriages left the Royal Academy, moving through the outer rings of the city along the main roads.

Three Hours Later

The sun was setting, painting the horizon a deep red. The two carriages had been traveling smoothly through the city streets without incident.

Along the way, they passed many other carriages, their journey blending into the everyday bustle of the city.

As night fell, the escort team began to relax, thinking they had avoided any attacks for the day.

But just as the sun completely disappeared beyond the horizon, a sudden beastly roar shook the night sky.

Boom!

Blinding beams of energy shot toward the two carriages at terrifying speed.

"Scatter! We're under attack!" the white-haired elder shouted, his heart gripped by fear.

But he didn't even need to say it—everyone here was at least a Soul Emperor or higher, and their instincts had already kicked in. They dispersed instantly.

The white-haired elder tried to rush into the carriage to rescue Qiu'er, but Chen Xuan was faster. He grabbed his daughter, kicked open the carriage door, and disappeared in a flash.

Boom!

The two carriages were obliterated by the energy beams, exploding into a fiery inferno. Flames roared as shattered wood and debris scattered in all directions.

Nearby residents screamed in terror, fleeing the area in chaos.

"This is bad! There's a major player behind this!" The white-haired elder and the five Soul Saints looked grim.

Their spiritual senses picked up the source of the attack—a force of overwhelming power was approaching.

Three figures stood out—three Soul Douluo had appeared!

"Well, well… Seems the dean was right. There really were Soul Douluo lurking in the shadows," Chen Xuan smirked as he landed among the fleeing crowd, gently setting Qiu'er down. He patted her head to calm her.

But he needn't have worried—Qiu'er wasn't scared at all. Instead, she curiously examined the incoming attackers.

A colossal Brass Tiger, its body gleaming like metal, stood at the forefront. This wasn't just a beast—it was a martial spirit manifestation.

Behind the tiger stood ten elite fighters, all clad in green robes, their martial spirits activated. All of them were Soul Saints.

Above them, two men hovered in mid-air, their fiery red wings flapping as flames flickered around them. Their blood aura was intense, their soul power vast—they were clearly Soul Douluo.

Even in the city, these people had the audacity to launch such a brazen attack, destroying buildings in their wake.

"We've been waiting for you for so long… Finally, you've come out," the Brass Tiger Soul Douluo smirked in satisfaction.

If that little girl had stayed hidden in the academy forever, they would have struggled to get to her. But now, she had walked straight into their trap—a gift-wrapped target.

The sheer scale of this ambush sent a chill down the spines of the five Soul Saints. In front of three Soul Douluo, they were nothing.

They began to panic—these ten Soul Saints alone could already wipe them out. Against three Soul Douluo, they didn't stand a chance.

The white-haired elder broke into a cold sweat, regretting his decision. He should never have agreed to let Qiu'er leave.

"We only want the girl. If the rest of you don't want to die, leave now," the Brass Tiger sneered, his gaze filled with ruthless intent.

The other two Soul Douluo didn't waste words. They directly unleashed their martial spirits, releasing a suffocating wave of Soul Douluo-level pressure upon their enemies.

"Puah!"

The five Soul Emperors vomited blood on the spot, collapsing to their knees, unable to withstand the pressure.

The white-haired elder and the five Soul Saints gritted their teeth, summoning soul power shields to protect Chen Xuan and Qiu'er.

"We're leaving!" the Soul Emperors declared. They had only been hired for this job—they had no intention of throwing away their lives.

"Smart choice," one of the flame-winged Soul Douluo sneered, withdrawing his oppressive aura and allowing them to leave.

Now, only Chen Xuan, Qiu'er, and the white-haired elder remained.

"Well, well… Seems even Star Luo's people aren't as tough as they claim," the Brass Tiger chuckled.

He then turned to Chen Xuan with a grin.

"Honestly, I should be thanking you. If you hadn't shown up, we would have had to wait a whole year or more for this chance. Now, tell me—how do you want to die?"

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