Judgment Will!

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The other Chen Clan soul masters were likewise greatly invigorated!

Their fatigue was driven away by the scorching power, the pain of their wounds seemed to be blocked out, and more importantly, their thoughts became exceptionally clear and calm.

The enemy's openings, their comrades' positions, and the optimal routes for Soul Power output were all sketched out in their minds in an instant.

They were no longer each fighting alone. Instead, they instinctively formed an even tighter coordination, their offensive suddenly becoming several times sharper and more orderly, forcing a chaotic melee into an efficient slaughter.

Chen Xiaojun's presence was like a lighthouse on the battlefield, granting them an unimaginable, massive amplification—"calm madness" was the most fitting description of the Chen Clan soul masters at this moment!

However, when this ice-cold Judgment Will swept over the desperadoes of the Bone Excavation Group, it brought the exact opposite effect, one that was almost destructive.

Several members of the Bone Excavation Group charging straight at Chen Xiaojun froze the instant they stepped into the range of that invisible aura.

An indescribable fear from the depths of their souls seized them.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had clamped around their throats, and as if they stood naked on a judgment platform amid ice and snow. That gaze pierced through their skin and looked straight at their souls, stained with blood and sin.

The mad, bloodthirsty light in their eyes was swiftly replaced by terror. Their hands and feet turned ice-cold, and even the circulation of their Soul Power grew sluggish.

A Soul King from the Bone Excavation Group who had been about to ambush a Chen Clan Soul King from the side suddenly became incomparably slow.

He felt that the speed and strength he had always taken pride in had become laughable under that omnipresent, ice-cold will.

In a daze, he heard countless dead souls wailing miserably by his ears, and saw each bloody crime he had committed in the past being mercilessly dug up and exposed beneath the stare of those Pupils, black tinged with red and carrying an extraordinarily noble feeling.

A vast, irresistible "guilt" and the fear that "judgment was about to descend" shook his mind violently. Even the bone curved blade in his hand began to tremble slightly!

Across the entire middle-right side of the Bone Excavation Group's line, their originally death-defying, desperate momentum began to show visible wavering and chaos under the suppression of this pure, lofty Judgment Will. Their offensive was clearly brought to a halt.

Chen Xiaojun walked slowly along the street, and the desperadoes of the Bone Excavation Group actually began to dodge aside and retreat despite themselves.

It was not that they feared death. Rather, deep within their souls, they instinctively dreaded that "judgment"!

Several hundred meters behind them, the Soul Sage of the Bone Excavation Group roared, "What are you doing?! Attack!"

These desperadoes hesitated and shrank back. Though they wanted to make a move, their hands and feet were somewhat beyond their control.

However, with Chen Xiaojun's footsteps, this invisible aura was rapidly weakening. In the end, it became relatively faint. Although it still existed, it was no longer as obvious as before.

Yet Chen Xiaojun sensed nothing of all that he himself had triggered.

He still maintained that terrifyingly steady pace, his gaze cold and indifferent, dragging the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword, ignoring the changes in the battle around him that had arisen because of him. He simply continued along an invisible straight line, as if walking toward an appointed seat of judgment.

The members of the Bone Excavation Group who came back to their senses roared in anger, somewhat ashamed into fury.

"Damn it, it's all that brat's doing! Everyone, kill him!"

"Stop that brat!"

"He must be an important figure in the Chen Clan! Slaughter him!"

Chen Xiaojun's unique bearing and the Chen Clan offensive that suddenly erupted around him instantly made him the most conspicuous target.

Large numbers of Bone Excavation Group desperadoes, madness and greed flickering in their eyes, charged over recklessly from the front and the flanks with howling roars, intending to drown this "priceless" target beneath flashes of blades and swords.

Yet Chen Xiaojun remained unmoved and continued walking.

"Get the hell out of my way!" Zhu Wuneng's thunderous roar drowned out all the clamor.

The Nine-Toothed Rake in his hands smashed down heavily, wrapped in an ear-piercing shriek as it tore through the air!

A ferocious Soul Ancestor raised his blade to block, but the refined steel longsword shattered with a crack. His entire body seemed to be struck by a battering ram; his chest caved in, and he flew backward spraying fragments of Internal Organs from his mouth, knocking over several people behind him. The sound of cracking bones set teeth on edge.

He was bathed in blood, the heavy dark-gold armor of the Tian Peng Battle Armor already covering his whole body, the Amplification Power making his aura like that of a vicious beast.

"Brother Shouzhong, hold the front with me!" Zhu Wuneng's voice was hoarse, his eyes dense with bloodshot veins.

He could no longer concern himself with etiquette toward the Young Masters. At this moment, the duty of the guard captain overrode everything. "Cuilan, watch the ones that slip through! A Fu, Wencai, clear the left path! Seventh Young Master, Eighth Young Master, nail down the right wing! Third Child, the sky is yours! Fifth Young Master, support from the center and plug every gap! Rammed Earth Squad, cover us! Everyone, hold on until Young Master wakes up!"

The rapid commands, nearly cracking his voice, pointed straight at the core of the battle formation—Chen Xiaojun's state was extremely strange. The Soul Power around him surged and climbed like a boiling ocean, and that invisible judgment pressure made even the air tremble. Yet he himself was like a statue about to awaken or split apart, tugging at everyone's heart.

"Good!" Lian Shouzhong wore diamond armor, and in his hand, a Diamond Heavy Sword formed boldly from pure diamond radiance!

Right now, he was very close with the Chen Clan youths, especially since his grandfather's position in the Chen Clan had grown increasingly stable and, given that he was about to graduate, was currently intending to bring him into the Chen Clan.

He and Zhu Wuneng formed alternating twin arrowheads. With a single step, the ground cracked, and his heavy sword howled as it smashed ferociously toward a high-level Soul King expert from the Bone Excavation Group, whose whole body was knotted with muscle and who was lunging at him with a savage grin.

"Break for me!" that Soul King roared wildly, holding a door-panel-like giant axe in each hand as he charged fiercely to meet him.

Boom—!

A deafening metallic explosion rang out, and the violent shockwave directly sent the weaker people nearby flying.

Lian Shouzhong's body swayed slightly, but the light of the Diamond Heavy Sword surged. He forcefully smashed that Soul King until his knees bent slightly, and the ground beneath his feet burst apart inch by inch.

Although this giant-axe Soul King had a high Soul Power Level, the purity of his Soul Power was not high and was somewhat hollow, so Lian Shouzhong, who was several levels lower, instead held the upper hand.

Zhu Wuneng seized the instantaneous gap, his rake sweeping toward the man's lower body with a foul wind.

"Don't even think about it!" Another Agility Attack Type Soul King, whose figure was like a ghost, screamed as he thrust a poisoned short sword from the side, aiming straight under Zhu Wuneng's ribs!

It was a hair's breadth from disaster!

"Hmph!" A cold, clear shout rang out.

Gao Cuilan stood three meters behind the two of them, the Dragon Phoenix Gold Silver Ring humming and trembling as her Fourth Soul Ring blazed—"Unfixed Flying Rings!"

Three blazing golden dragon rings and three silver-glowing phoenix rings instantly flew from her hands, turning into six streams of deadly light!

The golden dragon rings struck the sneak-attacking poisoned sword aside with flawless precision, while the silver phoenix rings seemed to have eyes, freezing several poison-tempered crossbow bolts midair as they shot toward Chen Xiaojun from tricky angles, then shattering them!

The six rings wove and danced together, forming a three-dimensional defensive net with almost no blind spots, keeping every ranged harassment and desperate ambush firmly outside.

She was the guarantee for the two in front!