Show Mercy

This was way too vicious. She had gone all out from the start, determined to kill her enemy in one blow.

Unless there was an overwhelming gap in Soul Power, Soul Masters of equal strength simply could not withstand it. They could very likely be instantly killed in a single exchange.

How could Dai Mubai not panic?

It was fine for now. Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Power was ten levels below his. Without equipment or a sneak attack, the chances of her instantly killing him were low. But what about later?

What if this woman's cultivation rose in the future? Would he still have any good days left?

What if she was in a bad mood one day and decided to kill him for fun?

Thinking of all those terrifying possibilities, Dai Mubai felt pressure again after all these years.

Having slacked off for so long, Dai Mubai secretly made up his mind. From now on, he had to cultivate properly—not for anything else, but so he could live a few more days.

Right, what kind of soul beast should he use for his fourth Soul Ring? Which soul beast had the highest defense again?

Just as Dai Mubai was considering quickly raising his cultivation to level forty and finding a thousand-year-old turtle for his fourth Soul Ring—

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing's battle with Zhao Wuji was still ongoing.

Facing Zhu Zhuqing's attacks, Zhao Wuji neither dodged nor avoided them. He merely activated his Soul Spirit Avatar, then took all of Zhu Zhuqing's attacks head-on.

The next moment, Zhao Wuji's First Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and intense golden light erupted almost instantly.

At the same time, Zhu Zhuqing realized something was wrong. However, it was already too late to dodge. In an instant, she was sent flying.

The moment she landed, she could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even said start yet." Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, had taken Zhu Zhuqing's attacks head-on without receiving a single injury. His clothes were torn, and there were a few red marks on his chest, but apart from that, not even his skin had been broken.

In truth, Zhao Wuji had already shown mercy. Otherwise, with the power of his First Soul Skill, Zhu Zhuqing would likely have been instantly killed in a single exchange.

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji took out another incense stick and casually lit it. Only then did he look at the group and say, "Alright, you can begin now. Use whatever methods you have. You don't need to hold back against me."

"Seven Treasures turn to glass." At the same time, Ning Rongrong finally sprang into action. As her voice fell, dazzling seven-colored light surged from her body. The next moment, a seven-colored treasure pagoda over a foot tall appeared in her right palm.

The treasure light flickered, radiating noble splendor. Ning Rongrong's beauty rose by another level, while two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath her feet.

"The Seven Treasures have a name. First: Strength." The first Soul Ring rose and enveloped the seven-colored treasure pagoda. With a point from Ning Rongrong's left hand, three beams of colored light flew out and enveloped the three teammates on the field.

"Interesting. It's actually the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!" While Ning Rongrong applied support Soul Skills to her teammates, Zhao Wuji watched with great interest.

Only after Ning Rongrong had finished using both Soul Skills did Zhao Wuji suddenly make his move. He half-crouched, then smashed both fists fiercely into the ground.

With a muffled boom, the earth shook violently. A ring of earthen-yellow waves suddenly surged toward Tang San and the other three with the tremor of the ground.

"Not good." Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing's expressions changed drastically at the sight.

The two of them realized Zhao Wuji's intention almost at the same time, but Tang San moved faster than Zhu Zhuqing.

Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, Tang San vanished from where he stood like Gui Mei. A blue-black vine lashed out, wrapping around Ning Rongrong's waist and pulling her into the air.

At the same time, dozens of embroidery needles shot out like lightning, targeting Zhao Wuji's vital points.

Clearly, after cultivating the Sunflower Manual and comprehending the profound principles of Heavenly Being Transmutation and Myriad Things Flourish, Tang San had lost one or two insignificant little things—but he had gained much in return.

At the very least, he had never possessed such ghostlike speed and movement techniques before.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was safe, Zhu Zhuqing did not hesitate either. With a flash, she and Xiao Wu leaped over the shockwave.

"Sister Xiao Wu, go!" Tang San gave a low shout. While using Soul Power to control the silver needles and harass Zhao Wuji, he thrust one hand forward.

Although he had not developed feelings for Xiao Wu as he had in the original timeline, and their relationship now was more like that of sisters, they had still lived together for six whole years. Their mutual understanding was beyond question.

Thus, in the next moment, Xiao Wu, still in midair, tapped the tip of her foot against Tang San's palm and borrowed the force of his push, shooting toward Zhao Wuji below like an arrow.

As for Zhao Wuji, although his Vajra Bear Soul Spirit Avatar gave him tremendous defense, he did not dare completely ignore the embroidery needles controlled by Tang San.

After all, under Tang San's control, those embroidery needles were not only fast but incomparably vicious, specifically striking at the vital parts of his body.

If he was hit, even Zhao Wuji would be in trouble.

Just as Zhao Wuji was struggling to deal with them, Xiao Wu suddenly descended from above. Taking advantage of Zhao Wuji being attacked by the embroidery needles, she landed both feet precisely on his shoulders.

The next moment, Xiao Wu curled her toes inward and pressed them against the major arteries on either side of Zhao Wuji's neck. She twisted her delicate body with all her strength, sending herself and Zhao Wuji spinning through the air.

Xiao Wu alone could not shake Zhao Wuji, but she was not alone.

The instant Xiao Wu made her move, Tang San's cooperation followed. Zhao Wuji suddenly felt his entire body tighten as thorn-covered vines wildly wrapped around him. Before they could bind him completely, the vines tightened and released paralytic venom. At the same time, vines surged up from the ground and pushed his body upward, lifting his feet off the ground.

Zhao Wuji's strength was indeed terrifying, but once Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had restrained him, he could no longer remain steady on his feet. His body immediately began spinning in the air under the force of Xiao Wu's legs. Tang San's blue-black Blue Silver Grass was still wrapped all over him, making him look like a huge blue-black rice dumpling.

However, Zhao Wuji was not so easy to deal with. Although Xiao Wu had successfully lifted him off the ground—

Zhao Wuji was completely unharmed. Instead, he said with great interest, "Tsk, tsk, this is pretty fun!"