Soul Skill That Makes Gods Retreat

Tian Hao kicked viciously without holding back, giving Yu Xiaogang no chance to get up and fight back.

Dealing with other Soul Masters might have been difficult, but dealing with a Beast Martial Soul Soul Master like Yu Xiaogang, whose Martial Soul could not possess his body, was not hard. His physical condition was barely stronger than that of Ordinary People.

Not to mention that Tian Hao had trained since childhood, spending a Long Time smithing and practicing Swordsmanship. His body was strong, especially the power in his arms and his explosive speed. Even without obtaining a Spirit Ring, he could still pin Yu Xiaogang to the ground and grind him into the dirt.

As for Soul Power suppression, it was not Unable To avoid it. Powerful Spiritual power could offset it. Besides, even if Yu Xiaogang could suppress his Soul Power circulation, couldn't he simply use pure physical strength without Soul Power?

Luo Sanpao, who had just been summoned, was still somewhat dazed. It took him a while to Recognized that the person being kicked was his master, and he hurriedly rushed over and bit down on Tian Hao's arm.

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound rang out, and Luo Sanpao nearly cried.

Hard! Too hard!

Several teeth had snapped, and it hurt terribly.

Tian Hao lowered his head and looked at the adorable pet biting the Thousand-Tempered Tungsten Steel Weighted Armguard beneath his sleeve. He lifted it by its hind legs, swung it around, and smashed it at Yu Xiaogang, who was curled up with his head exposed, like the Folding Stool, First of the Seven Deadly Weapons.

"You can't even beat me, yet a weakling like you still wants to be with the Saintess? Are you planning to have the Saintess protect you in the future? If you ever encounter danger, you'll only drag the Saintess down to her death..."

As he swung and smashed Luo Sanpao, Tian Hao cursed him. As a member of Spirit Hall, he was deeply Unhappy with this man.

If Yu Xiaogang had not been the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's clan master and therefore someone he could not kill, Tian Hao would have Slayed him with a single stroke long ago.

Ling Yuan, who was secretly filming from within the bushes, could not bear to watch such a brutal scene and turned her head away.

At the same time, she could not understand it at all. How could someone as outstanding and proud as Her Excellency the Saintess have taken a liking to this sort of man?

He could not even beat Little Haozi. He was far too useless, wasn't he?

"First Soul Skill—Farting Like Thunder, Thunderous Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang, who had been taking a beating passively, endured the pain and finally gathered his Soul Power to activate the only Spirit Ring Skill he possessed.

Luo Sanpao, whose round belly was being swung around by Tian Hao, suddenly puffed up. His entire body seemed to turn into a ball, and he cooperatively shifted his body until his rear was facing Tian Hao.

But Tian Hao had been prepared. The moment Luo Sanpao's body began to swell, he sprang into action.

He dropped to one knee to stabilize himself, turned Luo Sanpao around, clamped his thick right arm around the nearly nonexistent neck, and aimed Luo Sanpao's rear at Yu Xiaogang, who was still curled up on the ground.

Tian Hao's entire body became a sturdy cannon mount. Luo Sanpao was the barrel, and the cannonball was inside his belly.

"Fire!"

Tian Hao shouted excitedly. In his previous life, he had dreamed of becoming a soldier, but unfortunately, flat feet and nearsightedness had held him back. He had never expected that he could still become an artilleryman in this different world.

This felt great!

Sensing that something was wrong, Luo Sanpao tried to stop releasing his Soul Skill, but it was already too late.

"Boom!"

A mass of high-pressure yellow gas suddenly blasted out, striking Yu Xiaogang squarely in the face as he tried to rise and flee in shock and fury. It sent his entire body flying and rolling more than ten meters away.

Amid the impact and the stench that shot straight toward his crown, Yu Xiaogang rolled his eyes and fainted cleanly.

At the same time, Tian Hao flung Luo Sanpao away, took out a Mask, put it on, and quickly retreated to avoid the spreading gas.

"Luo, luo, luo..."

Luo Sanpao, released by Tian Hao, ignored the foul gas and rushed in to check Yu Xiaogang's condition.

Only after the gas dispersed did Tian Hao approach. He took an oversized syringe out of his Storage Soul Tool.

However, after looking at the specks of matter covering Yu Xiaogang's body, he Hesitated, removed his outer garment, and wrapped it around his left hand.

When Luo Sanpao saw Tian Hao approach, he bared his teeth threateningly. Unfortunately, with his adorable appearance, even a fierce expression had little intimidating power and only made him look cuter.

"Bare your teeth again, and I'll butcher him!"

Tian Hao looked over calmly. The Killing Intent he had accumulated from executing many Fallen Soul Masters erupted, making the timid Luo Sanpao cower involuntarily. He hurriedly shut his mouth, not daring to reveal even one tooth.

I'm not cowering. I'm enduring humiliation for my master.

Tian Hao stepped forward and checked Yu Xiaogang's Physical Condition. After confirming that there was no serious problem, he used a small knife to cut open his sleeve and expose his forearm. After a simple disinfection, he plunged it into the blue vein and drew a full syringe of fresh blood.

After suddenly losing so much blood, Yu Xiaogang's heartbeat immediately accelerated.

This was an instinctive reaction of the body, attempting to accelerate blood circulation through self-regulation and provide oxygen and nutrients.

"Aren't you afraid of killing him?"

Ling Yuan walked out of the bushes, thoroughly speechless. This was far too ruthless.

"He won't die!"

Tian Hao took out a kettle he had prepared long ago, stuffed the mouth into Yu Xiaogang's mouth, and poured in the prepared Blood-Replenishing Decoction.

Besides, Yu Xiaogang was still a One-Ring Soul Master. His physical condition was considerably stronger than that of Ordinary People, so losing that amount of blood was not a serious problem. At most, he would be weak for a while.

"What a vicious Soul Skill!"

Ling Yuan also noticed the specks of liquid covering Yu Xiaogang and retreated several steps in fright.

This Soul Skill was far too vicious. She had originally thought it was merely farting, but she had never expected it to contain even more terrifying private cargo.

How could such a vicious Martial Soul and Soul Skill exist in the world?

"It's perfectly normal. He has always fed his Martial Soul White Radish to stimulate its farts. Those White Radishes he ate couldn't just vanish into thin air, so of course they would be released along with the Soul Skill."

Tian Hao explained while continuing to work.

After all, Luo Sanpao merely ate White Radish to stimulate its farts. It was not annihilating matter and antimatter.

He injected the blood in the syringe into another glass bottle he had prepared in advance, then added some special Medicinal Liquid to prevent the blood from clotting, spoiling, and rotting.

These blood samples would be extremely useful to him. They were a necessary medium for activating the Soul Skill of the Head Soul Bone.

After putting away the bottle, Tian Hao used his left hand, still wrapped in his outer garment, to search Yu Xiaogang's body. He soon discovered a necklace. After examining it, he confirmed that it was a Storage Soul Tool, and a rather advanced one at that.

"Such a feminine design, and it's even in the shape of a spider. Could it have been given to him by her?"

Looking at the spider-shaped pendant, Tian Hao could not help thinking of the foremost among the Three Idiots of Martial Soul Hall.

The necklace was exquisite, like a work of art. The spider-shaped pendant in particular held a gemstone tightly in the embrace of its eight legs.

Yu Xiaogang should not have been able to possess a spider-shaped Storage Soul Tool like this. It was most likely a gift from that Saintess. After all, her Martial Soul was a spider.

Without thinking any further, he stored it in his Storage Soul Tool. Once he returned, he would wash it a hundred times before touching it with his hands.

"Hmm!"

Just as he was about to rise, he suddenly noticed blood at the corner of Luo Sanpao's mouth. He was greatly surprised, and a guess and idea flashed through his mind.

"Open your mouth and let me take a look!"

Tian Hao gestured for Luo Sanpao to open his mouth. He wanted to confirm something.

Frightened by Tian Hao's lewd might and his heart-trembling Killing Intent, Luo Sanpao Hesitated, then could only open his mouth. Several front teeth were missing, and blood was still seeping out.

"You even have blood!"

Tian Hao was both surprised and delighted. He had previously known only that this thing was special, but he had never expected it to be special to such an extent.

It could eat food to reduce Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power consumption, recover the number of times it could use its Soul Skill by eating radishes, and even possess the five senses and sense of smell like a normal living creature. It could feel pain, and now it even had blood.

Are you a Martial Soul or a Soul Beast?

"Sister Ling Yuan, do you have a large container?"

Tian Hao rubbed his palms excitedly, his eyes shining.

Yu Xiaogang's blood was good, but how could it compare to the blood of this thing?

"Do you want my footbath?"

Speechless, Ling Yuan took a Footbath out of her Storage Soul Tool and handed it over. She could naturally guess what the youth wanted to do. Even Luo Sanpao sensed that something was wrong and retreated, even considering returning to its master's body on its own.

"Don't even think about going back. Cooperate and let me drain your blood obediently, or I'll butcher him. You don't want your master to die, do you?"

Seeing through Luo Sanpao's intentions, Tian Hao threatened him maliciously, his Killing Intent growing even more intense.

Luo Sanpao looked at Tian Hao, then at his still-unconscious master. In the end, he could only close his large eyes tragically.

Tian Hao naturally did not hold back. He again lifted Luo Sanpao by its hind legs, took out a knife, and slashed at its nearly nonexistent neck. Blood sprayed out and all fell into the Footbath below.

"Luo, luo, luo..."

Luo Sanpao's adorable large eyes opened, and he struggled instinctively, but those short little legs were utterly useless.

"Hang in there. If the amount of blood that comes out doesn't satisfy me, I'll butcher him. You don't want your master to die because of you, do you?"

Tian Hao warned and threatened him again. Luo Sanpao felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, while Ling Yuan beside them once again turned her head away.

Too brutal! Too shameless!

And so, the wretched Luo Sanpao was drained of blood. In the end, Tian Hao even swung him up and down, trying to squeeze out the last drop.

Finally, he could no longer maintain his form and collapsed on his own, transforming into Origin power and returning to Yu Xiaogang's body.

The backlash from the Martial Soul's collapse made Yu Xiaogang's body twitch, but fortunately, his life was not in danger.

Having obtained half a Footbath of Martial Soul blood, Tian Hao was immensely satisfied. He dripped the specially prepared Medicinal Liquid into it to prevent coagulation and spoilage.

"I need to process and preserve this blood as soon as possible. We'll go to the Papal Hall tomorrow morning."

After calling out, Tian Hao excitedly carried the basin of blood away.

"Remember to buy me an identical Footbath."

Ling Yuan shouted toward the youth's back. She then looked disdainfully at Yu Xiaogang, who was filthy from head to toe, and walked several steps away to wait quietly.

Before long, an old man arrived. Before he even came close, he frowned and stopped, looking toward the source of the strange odor. His brows furrowed even more deeply.

"Did he fall into a cesspit?"

"Reporting to His Excellency, he was struck by his own Soul Skill. His Soul Skill is rather special."

Sensing the old man's Soul Power pressure, Ling Yuan replied respectfully.

"Soul Skill?"

The old man's mind was somewhat blank. He could not understand what kind of Soul Skill could have such a vicious effect. Even a deity would probably have to temporarily avoid its edge when facing it.

"Forget it. At least I don't have to come into contact with him."

The old man could not be bothered to think about it. He walked to Yu Xiaogang's side and stopped. Beneath his feet appeared two yellow, two purple, and five black Spirit Rings. The Eighth Soul Ring began to flash, and the Soul Skill activated. His spiritual consciousness entered Yu Xiaogang's Sea of Spirit along with the Soul Skill, guiding his memories into a Dream Realm.

This was his Eighth Soul Skill. It had no offensive power, but it was perfectly suited for examining other people's memories.

Although it was impossible to examine every memory, profound memories could form a Dream Realm that he could see.

Li Yunlong: Fire... Uh, let's not fire this cannon after all!