This small road leading to the Duke's Mansion was a hidden shortcut specially opened for transporting battlefield supplies. Ordinarily, no one would be able to find it, but the Herrscher of the Void's positioning system was no joke. For Lu Xueling, finding it was as easy as pie.
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
The hoofbeats drew closer. Three heavily armored, burly soldiers escorted a batch of supplies at high speed. They were only five hundred meters away from the Duke's Mansion.
"Wait, there's killing intent. It's aimed at us." At that moment, the soldier in the middle raised a hand to signal a stop, his wary voice reaching his companions' ears.
"Whoa—!"
The other two men's expressions changed. They immediately reined in their horses, and Soul Power abruptly burst from their bodies as their soul rings emerged.
Two Soul Ancestors and one Soul King.
"Who is it? Show yourself!" The Soul King in the middle growled as he summoned his martial soul, an icy blue spear. The other two Soul Ancestors wielded a saber and a bow.
Buzzz—!
"Soul Shock!!"
Purple-gold radiance erupted in an instant. With a muffled groan, the Soul King's seven orifices began bleeding. He fell from his horse, his eyes rolling back as he passed out on the spot.
"Captain!!" The two Soul Ancestors were horrified. Their opponent had taken down a Soul King in a single invisible strike. Could the attacker be a Soul Saint with a spiritual attribute?!
"Heh heh heh..." Amid cold laughter tinged with satisfaction, Huo Yuhao leaped down from an ancient tree, a trace of purple-gold light still spilling from his Spiritual Eyes.
When they saw that their attacker was merely a twelve-year-old boy, the two soldiers from the Duke's Mansion were dumbfounded. How could a child like this instantly defeat a Soul King?