Volume One

Ning Rongrong softly recited her incantation. Her first soul ring flared brightly, and with a light tap of her fingertip on the pagoda, four streams of seven-colored light shot out at once, landing squarely on Su Xing, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing. Best not to drag this out! Tang San thought for a moment, then said, "Ning Rongrong, support the four of us. Xiao Wu, take the frontal assault. I'll control Teacher Zhao's attacks and restrict him as much as possible. Zhu Zhuqing, use your speed advantage to harass Teacher Zhao from the flank. Su Xing, protect Ning Rongrong. Support-type soul masters have no ability to defend themselves." Seeing Xiao Wu charge at him, Zhao Wuji neither dodged nor evaded. A faint smile even appeared on his face as he assumed a posture that invited her attack. Though Xiao Wu found it strange, she did not let the opportunity pass. Already highly proficient in using her martial soul, she completed her Martial Soul Possession in midair. Taking advantage of the time Zhao Wuji needed for Martial Soul Possession, Su Xing hurriedly shouted a warning. "Why is this kid's second soul ring purple?" Zhao Wuji could not figure it out and asked in confusion. Hearing this, the other three nodded. As for Su Xing, after glancing at Tang San, he also gave a slight nod, agreeing with his suggestion. Thus, Tang San had been led by preconceived notions. He thought Zhao Wuji would deal with Ning Rongrong first, but who would have expected this schemer Zhao Wuji to feint east and strike west, setting his sights directly on Su Xing? All he could say was that Zhao Wuji's idea was dangerous. Two yellow century-old soul rings rose from beneath Ning Rongrong's feet, circling her body and emitting a faint glow. "Seven Treasures Famous, first: Strength!" Seeing this, Zhao Wuji slowed his explosive charge. With a low roar, the already terrifying muscles all over his body suddenly swelled to more than twice their size. Even his height increased by another meter in an instant, making him incomparably burly. The rapidly spinning scythe slashed directly across Zhao Wuji's body, producing a series of crisp metallic clangs. After Zhao Wuji completed his Martial Soul Possession, his body seemed forged from steel. No matter how Su Xing's scythe attacked, it could not break through his defense. Only after that shout did everyone suddenly react. Xiao Wu, the Soft Bone Rabbit and main attacker, was the first to charge toward Zhao Wuji. She lightly tapped the ground with the tip of her foot, then leaped high into the air. "Su Xing, watch out!" Carrying the doubts in his heart, Su Xing lightly waved his hand, and a purple-black scythe appeared directly in his palm. Immediately afterward, one yellow and two purple soul rings rose around him at the same time. In an instant, all four of them felt their bodies become a little lighter, as though they had eaten ice cream on a scorching summer day. They felt indescribably refreshed and comfortable. "Seven Treasures Famous, second: Speed!" I'm just acting as a bodyguard this round, protecting our support. Zhao Wuji, what right did you have to come after me the moment this began? The next second, Xiao Wu's legs formed a pair of scissors and clamped directly around Zhao Wuji's neck. Yet she could not even shake his body in the slightest. For Su Xing, offense was the best defense. Rather than passively taking hits and being chased around by Zhao Wuji, he might as well take the initiative. Perhaps that would give them a sliver of a chance to win. "Have you finished discussing it? The incense on the ground is about to burn out," Zhao Wuji's booming voice echoed across the clearing. A muffled grunt sounded. Xiao Wu's fierce strike could nearly snap an ordinary small tree in two, yet when it landed on Zhao Wuji, it failed to harm him in the slightest. "Roar!" It was truly a case of the old drunkard's interest lying not in the wine, but in the scenery. Su Xing snorted coldly and swung his scythe fiercely. The next moment, the scythe spun out of his hand and shot straight toward Zhao Wuji's neck. "Not good." Tang San cried out in alarm, sensing trouble. On the other side, Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise and said, "Well, well. I didn't expect someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to come this year. This assessment is finally getting interesting. If that old bastard Flender found out, who knows how happy he'd be." "Teacher Zhao, we're ready to begin." Tang San nodded at Zhao Wuji. Hidden among the group, Ning Rongrong suddenly spun in place. Dazzling seven-colored light burst from her body, and a small, exquisite pagoda appeared in the palm of her right hand. "Seven Treasures turn forth Glazed Tile." Seven dazzling soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—rose in a spiral from beneath Zhao Wuji's feet. The next second, a terrifying pressure emanated from his body. "Why aren't you making your move? What are you standing around for?" Right at that moment. This simply makes no sense. I clearly haven't done anything. I haven't even released my martial soul yet, so why did you set your sights on me right away? At once, a warm energy flowed into their limbs and bones. The four of them immediately felt their entire bodies fill with strength, while the Soul Power within them seemed to boil. Ning Rongrong did not hesitate. Her second soul ring shone brightly, and another four streams of colored light drifted from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda before landing on the other four. "With the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support martial soul in the world, I think our chances of winning this time will be greater," Tang San praised. "Good luck, everyone!" Ning Rongrong added at last. This kid is only so young, yet his Soul Power has already reached the frightening level of thirty-four. He keeps such a low profile—there's definitely something suspicious about him. I'll deal with him first! Instead of being startled, Zhao Wuji was delighted. He abruptly turned and charged straight toward Su Xing behind Ning Rongrong. "Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" Several cries of alarm rang out at once. Zhao Wuji truly deserved to be a Soul Saint of over seventy ranks. His battle-hardened experience made his eye exceptionally sharp, and his first target was clear. At the same time, Tang San activated his Blue Silver Grass. A blue-black vine appeared out of thin air beneath Xiao Wu's landing point. Xiao Wu stepped on the vine, bending it like a fully drawn bow, then shot toward Zhao Wuji. Fortunately, Zhao Wuji was not very fast. Just as he was about to reach Ning Rongrong, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass sprang into action. Dark vines wrapped around Ning Rongrong's waist like lightning and pulled her straight to another spot. Even Su Xing himself was a little dumbfounded. Tang San had chosen to save Ning Rongrong because Grandmaster had once told him that if he encountered an opponent with a soul master from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had to deal with that sect's soul master first. Having said that, Zhao Wuji gave Tang San and the others no chance to attack. He crouched slightly, then burst forward in a single stride, charging directly at Ning Rongrong. "Ah!" Zhao Wuji clasped his hands together and lightly moved his wrists, producing a string of popping bones. Then he took out another stick of incense and planted it in the ground. Tang San's praise made Ning Rongrong feel a little pleased with herself, and her small face immediately turned rosy red. "Hahaha! You're still too young. You fell for it, didn't you?"