Soul And Martial Emperor

Time passed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the Family Competition. On this day, the Meng Clan was bustling with activity, and it wasn't just the Patriarchs of the other three great clans who came with people. Even the mysterious forces of Mansion of City Lord and Cuiliu Liu Residence were here. This was the reason why the Meng Clan was so lively.    

    

Meng Hao didn't participate in the previous exam, but he wanted to see the strength of the young generation of the Meng family, so he changed into a new set of clothes and walked towards Meng Jia's Martial Arts Practice Field.    

    

As soon as he stepped into the Martial Arts Practice Field, he saw the patriarch of the Meng Family, Meng Yuhua, sitting in the main seat. He was also Meng Hao's grandfather, followed by his father, Meng Tianyu, and his mother, Qin Wanru. There was also his big uncle, second uncle, first elder, and second elder.    

    

The Great Elder and two protectors of Mansion of City Lord were sitting in another VIP seat. The master of Cuiliu House, Ouyang Xiaotian, and a lady in purple. Meng Hao knew this lady as well. She was Ouyang Ziyan, the one who had a fight with Meng Hao the other day, followed by the patriarch of Liu Family, the patriarch of Wang Family, and the patriarch of Zhao family. There were also some experts from the younger generation of the three families.    

    

At this moment, Meng Tianhua stood up and said with a smile, "This old man is here to thank all of you for coming to my Meng Family to participate in the Family Competition of the younger generation. Next, we will officially begin the Family Competition. The top three of the clan competition will all have rich rewards, so everyone should work hard.    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, the Great Elder stood up and said, "I will be the judge of this clan competition, and no disciple is allowed to kill me. Those who disobey the rules will be punished accordingly. "After he finished speaking, he rushed to the huge martial arena. He lightly announced, "The martial arts competition is about to begin. The first match, Meng Fei versus Meng Qian."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples of the clan walked onto the martial arts arena. Meng Hao couldn't help but shake his head. These two were both at the fourth level of the Profound realm. In Meng Hao's eyes, they were nothing. What Meng Hao cared about was Meng Hu, a cultivator of the ninth level of the Profound realm, and Meng Lingxiang.    

    

Meng Lingxiang was the number one expert in the Meng Clan. He was twenty years old, and already had the strength of the 9th level of the Profound realm. Furthermore, he was a Conclave disciple of the Palace of Fire. The Palace of Fire was one of the six great Sects of the Black Profound Domain, which was on par with the Purple Sun Hall. Their foundation was not weaker than the Purple Sun Hall.    

    

Meng Hao stood in a corner, staring quietly at the competition on the stage. Suddenly, he felt a gaze on him. He couldn't help but look in the direction he had sensed it. It was Ouyang Ziyan.    

    

Ouyang Ziyan smiled at Meng Hao. Meng Hao was a bit speechless. He could only nod at her as a form of greeting. At that moment, the man next to Ouyang Ziyan said softly, "Miss, that must be the young master of the Meng Clan you mentioned yesterday, right?" Ouyang Ziyan nodded, but didn't say anything.    

    

At the moment, Ouyang Ziyan's heart was filled with questions. The second young master of the Meng Clan had extraordinary skills. But why did he hide in a corner and not participate in the Clan Competition of the Meng Clan? She did not understand, so she did not think about it anymore. She began to quietly watch the competition.    

    

On the fighting stage, Meng Hu and Meng Lingxiang were able to overcome all obstacles along the way. Any disciple who encountered them would be dealt with quickly.    

    

After a fierce competition, the final battle had finally arrived. Meng Hu and Meng Lingxiang stood opposite each other on the fighting stage. Meng Hu smiled and said, "Finally, I have a match with you. I just don't know which one of us is better." Meng Lingxiang smiled and said, "You won't be my opponent."    

    

"That will only be known after a fight." Meng Hu attacked without any hesitation. The long spear in his hand thrust forward. It went straight to Meng Lingxiang's vitals, but Meng Lingxiang was prepared for it. He raised the long blade in his hand and blocked Meng Hu's attack.    

    

"Second phase high-grade Soul Skill - Sweeping the Eight Desolations!"    

    

Meng Hu slightly changed his spear style, and then he swept towards Meng Lingxiang with a force that could break through Mount Tai. That kind of power was so powerful that even a ninth level Profound realm warrior had to be careful in defending, or else they would definitely be injured.    

    

"How dare you use such an insignificant skill to show off?" Meng Lingxiang had a mocking smile on his face, and then he quickly swung his sword. In an instant, he had actually slashed out dozens of times, and in an instant, countless blade lights broke through the air and slashed towards Meng Hu's long spear.    

    

"Third Stage Low-grade Soul Skill - Tyrannical Saber Slash!!!" Third Stage Low-grade Soul Skill - Tyrannical Saber Slash!!!    

    

Dozens of blade lights cut through the void and headed straight for Meng Hu's long spear. A deep sound was heard, and Meng Hu was sent flying away. He spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air, but he managed to stabilize his body. A serious look emerged in his eyes.    

    

"I think it's better to use your Martial Soul. Otherwise, you won't have the chance!" Meng Lingxiang sheathed his saber and stood up. The mocking smile on his face became even more intense. Meng Hu also knew that the other party was telling the truth. Hence, he said softly, "Alright, then I'll let you experience my control over the Martial Soul."    

    

"Scarlet Flame Martial Soul, come out!!!"    

    

Meng Hu's hands formed a seal slightly, and a ball of hot flame appeared behind Meng Hu. This ball of flame was Meng Hu's Martial Soul. At this time, the area within a few meters around Meng Hu became extremely hot, as if it had turned into a sea of fire.    

    

"Crimson Flame Martial Soul - Crimson Flame Finger!"    

    

Meng Hu suddenly raised his right hand and pointed in the air. Immediately, the ball of fire behind him shot out a beam of fire in the direction Meng Hu pointed. It seemed to have turned into a flaming finger.    

    

Meng Lingxiang's expression became a little grave upon seeing this. Clearly, he knew that Meng Hu, who had summoned the "Scarlet Flame Martial Soul," had become much stronger than before. Hence, he quickly formed seals with his hands.    

    

"Golden Ape Martial Soul, come out!"    

    

Following Meng Lingxiang's voice, a golden giant ape phantom appeared out of thin air behind Meng Lingxiang. This was Meng Lingxiang's Martial Soul, a "Mighty Golden Ape." It possessed extraordinary strength.    

    

"Golden Ape Martial Soul - Diamond Fist!"    

    

Meng Lingxiang immediately waved his hand and threw a punch. A faint golden light enveloped his fist, and it was very dazzling. The golden light flashed as it met the huge flaming finger, and the two of them collided with a loud bang.    

    

Boom! Boom!    

    

When the two attacks collided, the two attacks exploded with a loud bang. Meng Lingxiang flew backward. Meng Hu, who was already injured, was sent flying backward and spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to stand up but was unable to get up because he was seriously injured.    

    

At this time, the Great Elder spoke, "Meng Lingxiang wins. The winner of this competition is Meng Lingxiang. I hope everyone can cultivate like Ling Xian."    

    

However, at this moment, a figure soared into the sky and landed on the fighting stage. The man smiled and said, "I wonder if the number one genius of the Meng family can spar with me, Zhao Jinming." When he said this, other than the people from the Zhao family, there was no one else who could compete with him. Obviously, none of them had expected that the number one disciple of the Zhao family would challenge the number one disciple of the Meng Clan's younger generation.    

    

Meng Lingxiang's facial expression changed slightly, but under the gazes of so many people, he said in a deep voice, "If you want to fight, I will fight with you." After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Jinming quietly.    

    

Zhao Jinming smiled and said, "Let's fight. I don't need the Martial Soul to fight with you. If you promise me, you win." This was a naked provocation, as if he was looking down on Meng Lingxiang, the number one genius of the younger generation of the Meng Clan. Not only did Meng Lingxiang's facial expression turn ugly, even the disciples of the Meng Family had angry expressions on their faces.    

    

At this time, Meng Yuhua said in a low voice, "Zhao Dongqiang, what do you mean?" The Zhao family family said with a smile, "It's a competition between the younger generation. Why don't we let the two of them fight?" Meng Yuhua took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Xiang'er, you can relax and fight the young man from the Zhao family."    

    

Meng Lingxiang said in a deep voice, "Yes, grandfather." Then, he turned around and looked at Zhao Jinming.    

    

... A great battle was about to arrive. Let us look forward to it. However, the main character of the battle was not Meng Lingxiang, but our Meng Hao, the Child Shoes. Let us cheer for Meng Hao's Child Shoes....