Ning Qiu's Trump Card

The shortest distance between two points was a straight line.

Zhao Wuji attacked Ning Qiu by leaping toward him, but how could he possibly hit Ning Qiu that way?

After this continued for quite a while, Ning Qiu remained perfectly fine, while sweat had begun to form on Zhao Wuji's forehead.

"Teacher Zhao, the incense is almost burned out," Ma Hongjun reminded Zhao Wuji anxiously.

"Damn it." Zhao Wuji's heart sank. Unable to get close to Ning Qiu, he simply could not attack him. It left a ball of fire burning in his chest.

But if he used his Martial Soul, he would be breaking the rules they had agreed upon earlier.

"Do you still want to continue?" Ning Qiu asked with a smile.

"Brat, don't get cocky. Vajra Bear, possess me!" Zhao Wuji was enraged. He stamped his foot, and seven Soul Rings lit up around him. Behind him appeared the phantom of an upright bear.

"Martial Soul? How could you use your Martial Soul?" Xiao Wu shouted angrily.

"Yeah, you said no Martial Souls. How can you go back on your word?" Wu Sheng, whose Martial Soul was a brick, also snapped with a furrowed brow.

"I lost that round of the wager. What comes next is another spar." Zhao Wuji casually came up with an excuse. The fire in his heart made him want nothing more than to find somewhere to vent it.

Third Soul Skill: Gravity Enhancement

Zhao Wuji's third Soul Ring shone with purple light. Within fifty meters of him, gravity increased severalfold.

"Brat, doesn't being bound by gravity feel wonderful?" Zhao Wuji asked smugly.

Ning Qiu said nothing. His own third Soul Ring also lit up with a purplish-black glow.

Third Soul Skill: Gravity Swamp

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two Gravity Enhancement skills collided violently, producing a series of dull booms.

From the light spreading outward beneath Ning Qiu's and Zhao Wuji's feet, it was clear that Ning Qiu's third Soul Skill had the upper hand.

Ugh!

Zhao Wuji's expression darkened.

One moment, Zhao Wuji had been mocking Ning Qiu. The next, Ning Qiu's gravity-enhancing Soul Skill had instantly crushed his third Soul Skill.

Invisibly, Zhao Wuji felt as though someone had slapped him hard across the face again.

Zhao Wuji could no longer save face.

The fire in Zhao Wuji's heart burned even hotter.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Positioning Tracking!"

Wanting to regain his dignity and vent the anger in his heart, Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Ring lit up with purple light.

Zhao Wuji's fourth Soul Ring detached from his body and flew out, encircling Ning Qiu more than ten meters away.

"This is bad." Ning Qiu's heart skipped a beat.

"Let's see where you run this time!" Zhao Wuji sneered.

Boom!

Zhao Wuji leaped with all his strength, tracing an arc through the air as the force of his jump instantly closed the distance between him and Ning Qiu.

"Brother!"

Xiao Wu cried out in alarm.

Just as Zhao Wuji's fist was about to smash into Ning Qiu's body, light flared from Ning Qiu's back.

Bang!

Zhao Wuji's punch sent Ning Qiu skidding across the ground for more than ten meters, leaving behind a conspicuous trail.

"External Soul Bone!" Zhao Wuji froze, staring at the wings on Ning Qiu's back in astonishment.

The wings on Ning Qiu's back spread open to over two meters in length. They were entirely black, with the texture of metal and stone. There was not a single strand of down on them. The tips of every feather were exceptionally sharp, like keen daggers.

"You little monster, you actually obtained an External Soul Bone too." Zhao Wuji stared at Ning Qiu in shock.

Ning Qiu had obtained this External Soul Bone while absorbing his third Soul Ring.

Ning Qiu's third Soul Ring had a lifespan of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. The limit for an ordinary Soul Master's third Soul Ring was one thousand seven hundred and sixty years. It had already far exceeded the lifespan of a third Soul Ring in the understanding of Soul Masters.

Having absorbed a third Soul Ring beyond the limit, Ning Qiu obtained this External Soul Bone. He named it Iron Feather Wings.

Using Iron Feather Wings could increase Ning Qiu's movement speed, increase his physical defense by one hundred percent, and strengthen all his other attributes by one hundred percent. Its feathers were extremely sharp and could detach from the wings to attack enemies.

Its drawback was that there was no sensation while using it. Once the Soul Bone was retracted, it would consume one-tenth of his Soul Power.

"Huh, your eyes changed color too!" Zhao Wuji said blankly.

Only after examining Ning Qiu closely did Zhao Wuji notice that Ning Qiu's pupils had somehow turned red. His black pupils had transformed into strange runes.

This was Ning Qiu's other External Soul Bone, known as the Slaughter Eye.

Because of the limits of the body, a Soul Master could only obtain six Soul Bones in their lifetime: a head Soul Bone, torso bone, right leg bone, left leg bone, right arm bone, and left arm bone. Beyond those, they could also obtain External Soul Bones.

There was no specific upper limit to how many External Soul Bones a Soul Master could obtain in a lifetime. An External Soul Bone could be an eye, or it could transform a hand into some other form, such as claws. It could also form beautiful yet imposing wings on one's back, like Ning Qiu's.

Ning Qiu's Slaughter Eye had been obtained when he acquired his first Hundred-Year Limit Soul Ring.

The Slaughter Eye could see through illusions and granted insight far beyond that of ordinary people. It also possessed the ability to launch mental attacks. Ning Qiu named this ability Slaughter Light.

As for the Slaughter Eye's drawback, it was the same as that of the Iron Feather Wings. He would not feel anything while using it, but once he withdrew the Soul Bone, it would consume one-tenth of his Soul Power.

"Zhao Wuji, have you no shame? You're actually fighting a junior, and you even summoned your martial soul!" Xiao Wu rebuked angrily.

"Everyone, come take a look! A Soul Sage over level seventy, a teacher from the esteemed Shrek Academy, is actually bullying a mere twelve-year-old boy!" Dai Mubai cleverly shouted.

Dai Mubai's voice was not quiet, drawing the attention of guests passing through the hotel. Upon hearing him, the adults watching began pointing and criticizing Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji frowned. Seeing the surrounding spectators pointing fingers at him, he felt utterly humiliated.

"Fatty, let's go," Zhao Wuji said.

The moment Ma Hongjun took a step forward, Dai Mubai blocked his path.

"What else do you want?" Ma Hongjun asked with a sharp gaze.

"Apologize. We agreed earlier that if you lost, you would apologize to us," Dai Mubai said.

"This..." Ma Hongjun looked toward Zhao Wuji.

"Forget it. Let them go. We don't care for certain people's apologies in Holy Soul Village." Ning Qiu stared sharply at Zhao Wuji, the villain who had once been infamous throughout the soul master world.

Hmph!

Zhao Wuji glared at Ning Qiu, lightly clenching his fists. Noticing more and more people gathering around, he could only leave with Ma Hongjun in the end.

"Brother, are you hurt?" Xiao Wu walked up to Ning Qiu and asked with concern.

Ning Qiu smiled and gently shook his head.

Although Zhao Wuji's attack had been blocked by the Iron Feather Wings, the resulting shock still made Ning Qiu's blood and energy churn.

"Holy Soul Village? Which one of you is Ning Qiu?"

At that moment, a hotel attendant approached with a letter in hand, his gaze sweeping across Ning Qiu, Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Su Rong, Wu Sheng, and the others.

"I am," Ning Qiu answered.

"There's a letter for you." The hotel attendant handed the envelope to Ning Qiu.

Ning Qiu opened it and read its contents.

"What does the letter say?" Dai Mubai asked curiously.

"Grandpa Jack wrote that a young girl has come to the village and insists on joining Holy Soul Village. No matter how they try to drive her away, she won't leave!" Ning Qiu answered.

PS: Everyone, take a guess—who will be joining Holy Soul Village next?