Chapter 272: Girlfriend-Integrated Martial Soul Fusion Skill

"Whoosh!"

As the Spirit Douluo's eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at Qin Jian and Xiao Wu who had just separated, he was on the verge of madness and had no extra attention to spare for Tang San, a mere Soul Ancestor in his eyes.

Tang San's eyes were suffused with purple light, his Yama's Invitation—held like a flashlight—aimed at the Spirit Douluo's back; a black beam shot out, and the man was struck before he could react at all.

"Sss!"

The potent poison spread rapidly, and the Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo fell, his face filled with terror: "This… what is this…"

"Yama's Invitation, one dose sends you to the Yellow Springs."

Tang San blew on his flashlight, finally satisfied with having pulled off a cool move.

That feeling, that sensation, was just like chugging a bottle of ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day—how could one describe it as anything but refreshing!

This was the kill-shot in Qin Jian's emergency plan: using Chrysanthemum Explosion to lock in the aggro and create an opening for Tang San to use the Yama's Invitation.

"Sizzle, sizzle…"

The Golden Eagle Spirit Douluo finally dissolved into nothingness under the potent poison, while behind them, Tailong and the others had their mouths open so wide they could have swallowed a grapefruit.

"I finally understand why the Dean often calls you a bunch of little monsters; that was a Spirit Douluo! Just like that… dead?" Jiang Zhu said in disbelief.

"It has nothing to do with us, it's just that Brother Jian and Xiao San are too monstrous," Oscar and Ma Hongjun shrugged and said.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong leaned on each other, panting.

Qin Jian and Tang San bumped fists: "That fight was satisfying enough!"

But just as the group began to rest on the spot, a sharp whistle suddenly came from mid-air.

Looking up, they saw Flender's opponent signaling.

"Hm? Where is Luoerdiyala?"

An effeminate voice suddenly appeared by their ears; Qin Jian and the others' vision blurred, and before they could react, they saw a figure appear in the arena.

The formal attire he wore was embroidered with gold and silver patterns, and in particular, the gem on his chest, which shimmered with golden light and was the size of an infant's fist, was filled with an aura of luxury.

"This must be the flower-loving Ju Douluo…"

Qin Jian's gaze toward him… held a very strange meaning.

"Little brat, the look in your eyes when you look at me is different from theirs."

The eerie Ju Douluo used an effeminate voice, and the moment he spoke, a fragrance swept over, completely restricting everyone's ability to move.

"My Lord, Luoerdiyala is already dead; he died at the hands of these few," the Soul Saint in the sky said.

They were still entangled with Flender and Liu Erlong even now, and especially with Ju Douluo's arrival, they dared not relax for a moment, dragging them firmly in place.

"Oh? A bit of skill."

The effeminate Ju Douluo said dismissively, then looked at Qin Jian, speaking in an effeminate tone: "Tell me, why was there no fear in your eyes when you looked at me just now, but rather a bit of strange pity?"

Of course, it was because he remembered things from before he had taken human form, matters involving himself, Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo, and… Qian Xunji.

"It's nothing," he said calmly.

"Nothing…"

Ju Douluo's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then… go to hell."

The words were spoken plainly, yet they made everyone's hair stand on end; an extreme sense of impending death appeared in everyone's heart.

But they could not move.

"Swish, swish, swish…"

Just as sharp weapons shot from Ju Douluo's martial soul toward everyone's glabella, a golden-red light suddenly erupted from Qin Jian's body, breaking the restraint with a bang.

"Lovesick Heartbroken Red?!"

Ju Douluo's voice became even sharper at this moment due to excitement, sounding like a buzzing in the eardrums that was quite unpleasant.

"Such an Immortal Herb, such a King of Flowers—why does it not belong to me!"

Ju Douluo looked excited, then suddenly bowed: "Respected Immortal Herb Flower King, I should not have offended your nobility; since you have already recognized a master, I shall guard you for life…"

"Stop!"

Qin Jian suddenly shuddered and blurted out: "I don't need you to guard me!"

Too terrifying!

Could there be anything more terrifying in this world than being guarded by the effeminate Ju Douluo every single day?

"You!"

Ju Douluo frowned, feeling offended, and instinctively reached out in a rage, but then hesitated and paused, wary of Qin Jian's status as the master of the Lovesick Heartbroken Red.

"Qin Jian!" "Brother Jian!" "Brother!"

The others cried out in alarm.

"Wait, what is your name? Qin Jian?" Ju Douluo suddenly asked.

Qin Jian nodded, silently feeling the changes triggered in the Lovesick Heartbroken Red under extreme pressure, which, together with his set, produced a very strange… divine skill!

"What a pity…"

Ju Douluo sighed sincerely: "No wonder you could become the master of the Lovesick Heartbroken Red; so you are the target of my trip, then… you must die!"

As soon as his voice fell, the blades constructed from his martial soul, the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, shot toward Qin Jian at high speed.

"Watch out!"

And just as the crowd exclaimed and rushed forward, a golden-red light suddenly erupted from Qin Jian's body.

"Hum! ——"

Amidst a melodious, light ringing sound, a beautiful, faint, and massive flower shadow appeared above Qin Jian.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!"

At the same time, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, along with Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu who were also fighting not far away, all had giant petal shadows appear on their bodies, which wrapped around the five of them and shot over, landing around Qin Jian.

The five of them stood in a fan shape behind Qin Jian, with golden-red light beams connecting the six of them into one, and the giant flower shadow slowly bloomed at this moment.

"Boom!"

It sounds slow, but in reality, it was a change that happened in an instant; even Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu did not know what had happened before they suddenly appeared beside Qin Jian, and that giant flower shadow wrapped tightly around them, completely shielding them from Ju Douluo's attack.

"What is this?!"

Even Ju Douluo, who had an extremely deep understanding of flowers, was filled with questions at this moment.

"Hum, hum, hum..."

No one answered him; the others had long since been pushed away by the strange flower shadow, and all the Soul Rings on the bodies of Qin Jian and the five girls in the arena emerged.

At the same time, the martial souls of the five girls transformed into pure light and surged toward the Purple Sword martial soul held high by Qin Jian.

"Sizzle, sizzle..."

In an instant, a six-colored Light Sword appeared in his hand, with green, Purple, red, blue, pink, and black flames burning fiercely; the aura was so majestic that even Ju Douluo subconsciously retreated several zhang.

"What on earth is this?!" he exclaimed.

Only now did Qin Jian open his eyes, with flames also burning within them.

"Six-in-One..."

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill..."

"Heart of Affection... Sword Soul!"

Before the words had even faded, the giant sword in his hand crashed down with the force of ten thousand jun, striking directly toward Ju Douluo.

"I am a Title Douluo!"

Ju Douluo felt offended once again, but facing this unprecedented Six-in-One Martial Soul Fusion Skill, he also became somewhat cautious.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Golden Stamen Overflowing Rosy Clouds!"

Amidst a voice that sounded both male and female, streaks of flowing light carrying Killing Sword Intent met the giant sword that was dozens of meters long...

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