Douluo's opening send-off system

"You want to challenge me, you can! Start now!"

"Here?" The Soul King looked at the students and some teachers from the Martial Arts Academy surrounding him, and said with some uncertainty: "Your Highness, the Holy Son, it's better to go to a dedicated venue for soul fighting. If there is an accidental injury..."

"Do you think you have that chance?" Han Wuyi raised his lips and said disdainfully: "Are you taking yourself too seriously?"

The man choked and became angry, but he suppressed it.

As expected of the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, he is indeed arrogant!

"Son……"

thump! Click!

The sound of kneeling and the crisp sound of bone cracking sounded at the same time. The Soul King was seen kneeling on the ground, and the ground cracked directly, like a spider web.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were protruding, and he was constantly inhaling, but he couldn't make any sound.

Han Wuyi stood behind him, putting one hand gently on his shoulder, but it was like a strong force. Both hands kept pulling Han Wuyi's hand, but they couldn't move it.

"It's much more comfortable this way. I don't like being looked down upon by trash. Please be more careful in the next life!"

He spoke in a calm tone, as if it was nothing more than a trivial matter, patted the Soul King on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the Martial Soul Academy.

Without Han Wuyi's support, the soul king's body fell directly to the ground, breaking his forehead, but strangely not a drop of blood was shed, and there was no sound.

This scene left the other three people from Thunder Academy dumbfounded and stunned.

Their leader is a level 54 soul king! How could he die so quietly and be killed by a soul master who had not even opened a martial soul?

Is this how terrifying twin martial spirit soul masters are? !

Everyone present, except Yan, was stunned and didn't even notice that the blue silver grass wrapped around Soul King's calf was slowly retreating back to the ground.

Sure enough!

Yan, who noticed this scene, couldn't help but frowned. In less than a year, had he already broken through to the great soul master?

Even if you break through more than one or two levels, you are still no longer a human!

He had seen this hand before, but it had penetrated the palm of a Soul Sect soul master and was killed by him and several other partners.

Unexpectedly, this second time I saw this soul skill, it was actually able to kill the Soul King without even a trace of trauma.

What a terrifying control, suddenly appearing behind the soul king, is it his second soul skill?

Yan, who had been pondering for a long time, pulled his thoughts back and saw Han Wuyi who had been standing in the middle of the door and refused to go in. He was a little confused. He immediately realized and hurriedly taunted the three Thunder Academy students: "Go back and tell Blue Lightning Overlord The Dragon Family, next time you want to stir up trouble, just send your direct disciples here, hiding your ears and stealing the bell will only make you laugh!"

"Send them away! If they don't leave, let them stay forever!"

After giving instructions to the others, the onlookers finally reacted and pushed the Thunder Academy trio away.

Yan took a few steps forward and hugged Han Wuyi, preparing to create the illusion of an arm around his shoulders, but unexpectedly, as soon as he touched Han Wuyi, Han Wuyi fell directly on top of him, almost falling down without realizing it.

Fortunately, as an elite student, he was not slow to react and stabilized his body in time. He moved closer to Han Wuyi's head with some annoyance and complained softly: "Look at you, the control system soul master doesn't do a good job, but he has to leave. The agility and attack system, your soul power must be exhausted!"

After not getting a response for a long time, Han Wuyi shook his body, yes! I actually fainted!

Afterwards, he held Han Wuyi in one hand and made blind gestures with the other, staggering away as if the two brothers were in good company.

It's better not to act with this kind of acting. Han Wuyi's dragging legs would have betrayed you long ago.

In the distance, on a rooftop facing the entrance of Wuhun Academy, Bibi Dong, who was wearing papal attire, was holding a scepter, looking at Han Wuyi who was being dragged away by Yan with a hint of doubt in his eyebrows.

"It seems that my disciple has a lot of thoughts..."

On the pillars of a nearby house, the climbing bluesilver grass was swaying its branches and leaves in the wind.