Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's go down together. It's good... to have a companion..."

As soon as the words fell, the tenderness in Qin Shiyuan's eyes suddenly turned into indifference.

"Jiuyuan Sword Box!"

With a bang, the box made of gilded mahogany fell to the ground out of thin air.

An indescribable momentum instantly passed through the hearts of everyone in the audience.

Feeling the oppression coming from the spiritual sea, an emotion called fear spread in everyone's hearts instantly.

"What a terrifying aura! Who is this person?"

Du Wangchen forced himself to calm down, but the panic in his eyes could not be covered up no matter what.

This is true for the dignified Eight Ring Soul Douluo, let alone the other ministers with low cultivation levels.

As the sword box slowly opened towards both sides, and accompanied by a burst of sound, nine soul rings rose up behind Qin Shiyuan in an instant.

black! black! black! red! red! red! red! red! gold!

Nine explosions in a row, like nine giant hammers, hit the hearts of everyone in the audience.

Especially when the last golden soul ring appeared, everyone's heart seemed to be severely grabbed by a giant hand, making them unable to breathe.

"Nine...nine rings!!!"

"Title Douluo, five hundred thousand year soul rings!!!"

At this moment, everyone's thoughts seemed to go blank for an instant, and even the most basic breathing had been forgotten.

Until that feeling of suffocation brought the body to its peak of discomfort.

The sound of greedily sucking the air sounded one after another, as if after a disaster.

This time, even Du Wangchen was no exception.

He did think that Qin Shiyuan was a Titled Douluo, but five hundred thousand year soul rings were far more terrifying than a Titled Douluo.

At least before this, he had never heard of such a soul ring ratio.

Compared with the people in the audience, the more than 20 people facing Qin Shiyuan were even more unbearable at this time.

I don’t know if it’s because they are so close, but everyone’s bodies can’t stop trembling.

Some of the weak ones couldn't bear the pressure and collapsed to the ground.

If you look carefully, there are still pools of foul-smelling liquid dripping in front of him.

"The fifth soul skill, Qingyu Shakes the Leaves!"

Under Qin Shiyuan's indifferent gaze, he raised his sword lightly, and all the swords in the box soared into the sky.

The sword body quickly became illusory in the air, and then, like a clone, it transformed into countless translucent long swords.

"go with!"

With a command, the illusory long sword seemed to be knocked off by raindrops, like fallen leaves, covering it downwards lightly.

But such a seemingly harmless attack has locked the lives of everyone below like the scythe of death.

Some people wanted to escape, but even the eighth-ring Contra couldn't even move a single step at this time.

"no no!"

"My lord! My lord! I was wrong, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Feeling the fear coming from the instinct of life, they were originally a group of treacherous ministers who bullied the weak and feared the strong. How could they care about their dignity at this time?

One of them knelt down on his knees like a bereaved dog, with tears streaming down his face, and kept kowtowing to Qin Shiyuan.

After a while, a step in front of the high platform was soaked in blood.

But when everyone raised their heads, they were faced with those sharp swords that happened to stab them in the face.

"Puff! Puff!..."

He didn't even have time to scream before he died, as those long swords had already pierced their targets one by one.

What was left behind were only more than twenty unwilling corpses, looking up to the sky, with long swords piercing their foreheads and eyebrows.

Zhi Yuge Long, before the long sword arrived, used all the soul skills available in his body.

But in the end, all that was left was the unwilling corpse.

"Is there anyone else among you who is dissatisfied?"

"If there is, then come forward together and take advantage of it now."

The faint words poured into everyone's ears, and with Qin Shiyuan's indifferent eyes, everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Not convinced?

Are you kidding me?

Seeing that no one spoke, Qin Shiyuan slowly moved his gaze to Du Wangchen, who was standing in the center of the hall with difficulty.

"They didn't, what about you?"

"Old, I don't dare to..."

Du Wangchen shook his head helplessly, with a desperate bitter smile on his face.

He knew that he had jumped out so early to be a thorn in the side, and he had also revealed a trump card that he wanted to kill.

His ambition to seek power and usurp the throne is already obvious.

If the other party wants to control the Tiandou Empire, he must be the first to be eliminated.

Now, no matter what he says, he will definitely die.

"Alas, one move is missing, and the whole game is lost..."

Knowing that he was bound to die, Du Wangchen relaxed all at once.

Looking at Qin Shiyuan's exaggerated soul ring ratio, coupled with the nine long swords floating beside him.

A familiar legendary figure in Douluo Continent instantly came into his mind.

Suddenly, he had an extremely terrifying guess about the man in white robes in front of him.

"Could he be..."

Du Wangchen swallowed, and then his scalp hardened. He was going to die sooner or later anyway, so he might as well be a sensible person.

"Your Majesty, Titled Douluo, before I die, I would like to ask you one last question."

"I don't know... what do you call me?"

It was just to build momentum, but seeing Du Wangchen take the initiative to ask, Qin Shiyuan's lips curled up with a hint of satisfaction.

"I, Qin Shiyuan, will be titled Jiuyuan, or..."

"You can also call me... Qin Jianjiu!"

"Qin Jianjiu!!!"

The shock in his heart made Du Wangchen completely unable to suppress his screams.

Even though I had guessed it before, it was far less shocking than hearing it with my own ears now.

"伱! You! You are actually the owner of the Star Building!"

"hiss!!!"

As soon as Du Wangchen's exclamation came out, the ministers who were still alive around him took a deep breath.

Who is this?

This was someone who dared to challenge the present Pope in front of the Wuhun Palace.

A terrifying monster who once used the power of the Eight-ring Soul Douluo to fight against five titled Douluo, and achieved unprecedented results such as one death and four injuries.

A touch of happiness invariably rose from everyone's heart at the same time.

Especially those who had previously hesitated to step forward to claim credit.

At this moment, everything seemed like the aftermath of a disaster, and his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat.

"No wonder...no wonder..."

When Qin Shiyuan's identity was made public, Du Wangchen seemed to suddenly realize it, and complicated expressions flashed in his pupils.

"No wonder the owner of Zhaixing Tower was only willing to receive His Highness the Crown Prince."

"It seems that the two of them have known each other for a long time... Sigh, I should have thought of it..."

Du Wangchen raised his head again and looked at Qin Shiyuan and Qian Renxue again, his eyes had become extremely calm.

"Thank you very much, Lord Qin, for being able to help me, a dying man, clear my mind."

"Let's do it. If I can die in the hands of the famous owner of the Star Reaching Tower, my death will not be considered unjust..."