Chapter 47: The Former Lower Four Sects, Southern Alliance

Coming toward him was a rough and wide palm, and the owner of this palm was hidden in the dazzling light. Shu Yan couldn't see clearly for a moment, but he could roughly judge from the appearance of this palm and arm that its owner was definitely a burly and robust man.

Shu Yan tilted his head slightly. The huge palm missed, and while clenching his fist, it made a dull sound, showing how great the owner's strength was.

Seeming to see that his attack missed, the owner of this arm was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, a punch carrying a fierce aura followed. Shu Yan laughed dumbly. From the movements, he saw the other party's probing meaning. Without letting the other party have his way, he casually threw a punch and met it directly.

The two fists collided in the air, and a wave of air swept out. Shu Yan was as steady as Mount Tai, never moving a bit from beginning to end. But the owner of that fist flew backward directly because he couldn't bear such great power, and fell onto some glass product, making a series of crisp sounds.

The light dimmed slowly and returned to the normal range. Shu Yan raised his eyebrows, looked at the teenagers and girls in the hall, and then walked into it as if nothing had happened. The two women behind him followed closely.

Shu Yan's gaze swept over the dozen or so people in the hall, his pace didn't stop, and then he stopped in the center of the hall.

Facing the gazes of nearly twenty people, Shu Yan had almost no strange feeling. He smiled slightly, his aura peaceful and restrained, and then said slowly:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Shu Yan, and the two behind me are Princess Jiujiu and the Empire's Offering, Ice God Douluo. Here, I welcome everyone from afar in the name of the Empire."

Shu Yan's voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating. The few burly men located at the back of the crowd looked at Shu Yan with anger, but after hearing Shu Yan's words, they looked like they had suddenly leaked their energy. And judging from their attire, these few people happened to be the companions of the big man just now.

Not far away, two people were helping the big man who had just been knocked away by Shu Yan. The big man shook his chaotic head, the anger in his eyes almost undisguised. He roared, then broke free from the support of the two people beside him, and four soul rings suddenly rose at his feet—two yellow, two purple, a normal ratio.

After the martial soul possessed him, the big man's already bursting muscles swelled again, and his height also rose to about two meters. Black magic patterns crawled all over his chest and cheeks. Visibly, his hands also transformed into black tiger claws flashing with cold light. The next moment, his figure suddenly rioted and rushed toward Shu Yan in the way of a beast preying.

Shu Yan chuckled, looking at the obvious magic patterns on the big man and the martial soul phantom that appeared behind him, he had already judged what kind of martial soul this big man possessed.

Black Tiger,

Since the divine war ten thousand years ago, the possessors of this type of martial soul have almost never appeared in the world again. Those who do not know would think they had long since perished in the long river of time, but looking at it now, in the dark corners unknown to the world, they are still growing and taking root tenaciously, and can even still be considered prosperous.

Facing the burly man's fierce offensive, Shu Yan didn't even give him a second look. He reached out and snapped his fingers casually. The next moment, frost began to spread rapidly from the ground. The expression on the burly man's face suddenly froze, and his body stiffened inch by inch. His body, suspended in mid-air, was wrapped in a layer of solid ice, turning into a human ice sculpture that smashed heavily onto the ground.

A commotion broke out in the crowd. Those who had some connection to the person on the ground all had gloomy faces, and the complexions of the others were not much better.

Shu Yan's gaze swept over the crowd again, then he sat down on the soft sofa of his own accord and spoke again:

"He is fine; I just let him be quiet for a while. We have no malice. We came this time simply to discuss a major matter with you all. I think you will be interested in this matter..." The crowd looked at each other in dismay. Those who had been blocking the front retreated consciously to the side. Behind them was a stunningly beautiful young girl quietly leaning against a sofa.

The girl looked to be about the same age as Shu Yan, with a head of smooth, deep blue long hair and exquisite, three-dimensional facial features. There was a sense of light indifference and aloofness between her brows, but what was most eye-catching was the sky-blue bangs on her forehead. The strange combination not only did not lower her overall appearance but instead gave her an innate sense of mystery and haziness, making one unable to help but feel curious.

Overall, the girl's appearance was extremely stunning, even comparable to Xu Jiujiu, but the biggest difference between the two lay in the focus of their overall appearance: Xu Jiujiu was noble and elegant, while this girl was indifferent and mysterious.

The girl's gaze fell gently on Shu Yan and the two women behind him, a flash of imperceptible amazement appearing in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her coldness and asked in a flat voice:

"The Star Luo royal family and we have been secretly on good terms for thousands of years. What is this? Are you now prepared to personally shatter this friendly alliance and wipe us out, or is it that we have already lost our value for existence?"

Shu Yan smiled lightly and then said softly: "You are overthinking it. The royal family still maintains a friendly attitude toward you. I do not know when the thousands-year-old alliance will be broken, but at least in our generation, such a situation will not occur."

The girl's gaze fixed on Shu Yan's eyes, and she gave a light scoff before saying:

"That is for the best, otherwise, for both of us, this would not be good news."

Shu Yan waved his hand, his posture casual and elegant. He looked at the girl's beautiful smoky blue eyes and smiled: "What? No self-introduction? My understanding of you is limited to this meeting today."

Upon hearing this, the girl sat up slightly, her gaze sweeping over the people behind her, and then she said indifferently:

"Luo Qinghan, level 49 Control System Battle Soul Ancestor. Those behind me are juniors from other families of the Southern Alliance; I will not introduce them one by one."

Shu Yan was slightly stunned when he heard the term "Southern Alliance." In the intelligence Xu Jiujiu had provided him, this term indeed did not appear.

Luo Qinghan seemed to have noticed the subtle change in Shu Yan's mood and said in a still-calm tone:

"The Southern Alliance is a new force formed after the families and factions that have suffered worldly exclusion and bear hatred and humiliation joined together. Only we call ourselves this. In the outside world, 'remnants of the Spirit Hall' and 'people bearing sin' are what they call us."

(End of chapter)