Douluo: Helping my ancestors ascend to godhood

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Su Qian stood with a cold smile, unshaken by his opponent's mockery. Instead, his resolve deepened as he declared, "Han Feng, Mo Tianxing, Gold and Silver Elders, do you truly believe that your Dou Zong ranks make you invincible in this world? Strength does not lie in numbers."

"Today, even if I must fight you all alone, I, Su Qian, will never falter!"

His voice was calm, yet brimming with confidence and determination.

"Very well. If you wish to court death, I'll gladly oblige."

Han Feng sneered coldly, his tone sharp as a winter gale. He gave his command, "Gold Elder, Silver Elder, Mo Tianxing, the three of you—deal with Su Qian!"

At his order, the Gold and Silver Elders stepped forward without hesitation, their aura erupting violently. A powerful, oppressive force radiated around them, like invisible giant palms pressing toward Su Qian. Simultaneously, Mo Tianxing followed, his own energy surging higher, coalescing into a terrifying pressure.

The trio moved with precision and ferocity, their gazes sharp and filled with murderous intent.

Under Han Feng's directive, the three closed in on Su Qian, their figures weaving through the air like lightning.

Su Qian's brow furrowed slightly as his gaze swept over the Gold and Silver Elders and Mo Tianxing. Yet his expression betrayed no fear, only a cold and resolute determination.

"Han Feng, you think they can defeat me?" Su Qian's voice was icy yet firm, carrying an unmatched confidence. "Unfortunately for you, they're far from enough!"

As he spoke, his own aura surged violently. A formidable energy radiated from his body, standing tall and immovable like a mountain.

The three attackers coordinated their efforts, their Dou Qi roaring like wild storms and savage beasts, hurtling toward Su Qian.

Su Qian's expression grew serious. His figure moved like a sudden gust of wind and rain, soaring into the sky. A dense, overwhelming energy exploded from him, shaking the surroundings.

Not to be outdone, the Gold and Silver Elders and Mo Tianxing unleashed their unique Dou Techniques. Their combined auras grew sharper, as if they aimed to tear the very heavens apart.

The battlefield quickly turned intense. Su Qian and his three opponents clashed fiercely. Their figures flashed across the sky, and waves of Dou Qi surged like tidal waves. Each collision triggered thunderous booms, sending trees flying and rocks shattering in all directions.

Su Qian watched the trio coldly, his eyes unwavering and resolute. He showed no trace of fear.

Meanwhile, the Gold and Silver Elders and Mo Tianxing were equally tense, wary of Su Qian's strength. Each of their attacks was delivered with utmost precision, leaving no room for error.

In a concealed corner, Xiao Yan observed the chaotic battle outside, his heart restless with worry.

This hiding spot was arranged by Su Qian himself. Aside from Su Qian, very few at Jia Nan Academy knew of its existence.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan focused his attention on the distant battle.

The intense fight raged on within Jia Nan Academy. Su Qian confronted the three powerful adversaries with unmatched vigor, his attacks carrying the might of a thunderstorm.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety as he watched. He remembered his master, Shui Wuya, once saying that Jia Nan Academy had hidden trump cards. Yet the current situation still left him uneasy.

Despite this, Xiao Yan understood that for now, he could only trust in Su Qian and the academy's strength.

"Master said the academy won't lose—it has its trump cards! Then it must be true!" Xiao Yan silently reassured himself, shaking off his fears.

Shui Wuya's steady, composed voice echoed in his ears. "Prepare yourself. What we're about to do is just as critical."

Curious, Xiao Yan lifted his head, his gaze filled with confusion. "Master, what are we going to do?"

Shui Wuya looked at him intently, his eyes reflecting a profound light. "Han Feng harbors the Sea Heart Flame within his body. This Heavenly Flame is immensely powerful, and we must claim it."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes gleamed with yearning. He had heard his master speak of the Sea Heart Flame before—a rare and extraordinary Heavenly Flame.

As Shui Wuya and Xiao Yan Discussed Han Feng, the Past Resurfaced

While Shui Wuya and Xiao Yan spoke about Han Feng, Yao Lao's expression grew dark, a mix of fury and complexity shadowing his face. His teeth clenched, and his eyes burned with resentment and rage.

"Han Feng, you truly haven't changed at all. You'll do anything—no matter how despicable—to gain strength!"

Yao Lao's voice dripped with indignation.

This traitorous disciple was the very reason for his downfall all those years ago. His words carried the weight of profound hatred, each syllable revealing the depth of his enmity for Han Feng. The bitter memories of his past, too painful to recall, only served to deepen his loathing.

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered with unwavering determination. He approached Yao Lao, his voice steady yet filled with both comfort and resolve. "Yao Lao, don't worry. I swear, I'll do everything I can to eliminate this traitor for you."

Yao Lao's emotions surged as he heard Xiao Yan's words. His trembling hand lightly patted Xiao Yan's arm, a mix of gratitude and emotion flashing in his eyes. "Xiao Yan, you're a good child. I appreciate your intention."

His voice carried a hint of trembling excitement and heartfelt gratitude.

However, Xiao Yan's brows furrowed tightly as a sudden thought struck him. Perhaps his vow had been made too early.

Would Han Feng even leave Jia Nan Academy alive?

After all, the academy still had its trump cards. Han Feng might not survive, and if that happened, how would they exact their revenge?

"Master Shui Wuya, I truly want to help Yao Lao get his revenge, but…" Xiao Yan's voice held a tinge of helplessness and confusion. "If Han Feng is trapped and killed by the academy, what can I do then?"

Shui Wuya gave Xiao Yan a deep, understanding look. His tone was calm yet resolute, as though instilling Xiao Yan with unshakable confidence. "Do not worry. Opportunities always present themselves."

His voice was steady, a reassuring force. "For now, leave the academy. I will arrange for you to lie in wait outside."

"Outside?" Xiao Yan raised his head in surprise. "Why?"

Shui Wuya spoke slowly, his voice deliberate and measured. "Given the current situation, we must act with careful consideration.

If you stay within the academy, there's no guarantee you'll be in the right place at the right time to seize the opportunity. But if you're positioned outside, you might have a better chance to act when the moment is ripe and catch the enemy off guard."

Hearing Shui Wuya's reasoning, both Yao Lao and Xiao Yan exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with realization. They nodded, recognizing the wisdom in the plan.

"Xiao Yan, listen to your elder. Besides, your current strength is insufficient to confront Han Feng head-on. We must proceed cautiously and wait for the right moment," Yao Lao said in his raspy voice, which, despite its hoarseness, carried an air of unwavering determination.

Xiao Yan nodded in agreement. He understood that now was not the time for rash action. Only by following Shui Wuya's plan could they secure both Yao Lao's revenge and his own safety.

"Very well. I will obey, Master. I will prepare myself thoroughly," Xiao Yan said earnestly, his tone filled with resolve. He knew that this time, he must be fully ready, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

(End of Chapter)