Battling a Soul Saint

The bronze hammers formed a circle, clashing in his hands with a deafening sound like war drums.

The Myriad Annihilation Gilded Hammer was a rare Tool Martial Soul. Though it could not be considered among the finest Tool Martial Souls, it was still first-rate. Its power was tyrannical and unmatched.

Lu Leng and Hu Liena's expressions turned grim. This guy had used his Martial Soul Avatar the moment he arrived, leaving them no chance to resist at all.

Once this soul skill was unleashed, it immediately increased attack power by 150 percent and defense by 200 percent, while allowing all skills below the seventh ring to be used without limit. However, Soul Masters below level ninety would enter a week-long weakened state after using it, with all attributes reduced by 50 percent!

Still, Zi Qingyang could only use this cheat-like soul skill for thirty minutes. In other words, as long as Lu Leng held out for thirty minutes, he would have a chance to survive.

"Don't confront him head-on. Circle around and wear him down. As long as we drag this out for thirty minutes, we win," Lu Leng immediately decided, telling Hu Liena.

In truth, Lu Leng was not worried about his own safety. He had the Thunderclap Wings to escape, and Zi Qingyang could not match their speed. But after another thought, he dismissed the idea. If he fled with Hu Liena, Zi Qingyang would immediately go after Dudu and the other person.

Second, it was because of Lu Leng himself. He was unwilling to run. When facing an enemy stronger than himself, his first thought was always to fight, even if that enemy was a Soul Saint! Lu Leng was brave—or perhaps insane. His bones were filled with bloodlust! Otherwise, he would never have dared to snatch Immortal Herbs from Dugu Bo's jaws.

Hearing Lu Leng's words, Hu Liena nodded. With her current abilities, as long as she was careful and had Lu Leng's support, there was still a chance they could hold him off for half an hour.

As for Lu Leng, there was even less reason to worry. Although his Soul Power was currently only level thirty-five, his physical condition had already reached the level of a Soul Douluo, while Zi Qingyang was merely a Soul Saint. In every aspect of physical ability, Lu Leng was a level above Zi Qingyang—except in Soul Power.

"Go!"

Lu Leng gave the order.

No matter the situation, he always preferred to strike first.

At his words, Hu Liena immediately unleashed her Second Soul Skill, Demon Charm! However, Zi Qingyang knew Hu Liena very well. The instant she activated her soul skill, he sealed off his six senses. At the same time, he struck the hammers together with both hands, and a dull sound carrying peculiar sound waves rang out from them.

"Second Soul Skill, Hammer Quake!"

Hammer Quake used the collision between the gilded hammers to produce a strange sound, then amplified and spread it with Soul Power, leaving people mentally dazed and causing their Soul Power to scatter. Those with low strength could even have their bodies explode from the shock!

"Cover your ears!"

Lu Leng immediately felt his ears buzz, as though a massive drum were pounding inside his head. His Spiritual Power was now equivalent to that of a Soul Douluo, yet this shock still made him uncomfortable. It felt as though his Soul Power were slipping out of control and about to burst from his body on its own.

If even he felt this way, Hu Liena naturally had it worse.

That was why he hurriedly warned her.

But when he looked at Hu Liena, he froze. Two pointed white ears had appeared on her head, drooping downward and pressed tightly against her head. Her expression actually looked more relaxed than his.

Ears can be used like that? Lu Leng found it curious. It seemed the Nine-tailed Fox Martial Soul had more functions than he had imagined.

The tremors continued without end. Although Lu Leng could endure them, they still irritated him. He immediately unleashed Thunderous Might.

This Thunderous Might was not large, only as thick as an arm, but it was instantaneous. Since Zi Qingyang was in the middle of using a soul skill, he was struck squarely.

Zi Qingyang staggered, and the trembling sound vanished with it.

He stared at Lu Leng and Hu Liena in astonishment. He had not expected them to break his soul skill so easily. It seemed he had underestimated them.

I have to end this quickly. If Spirit City closes off, I won't even be able to escape. Zi Qingyang made his decision. He raised both hammers, preparing to attack.

But would Lu Leng give him that chance?

Taking an enemy's life while he was down had always been Lu Leng's most steadfast principle.

So, at the same time he unleashed Thunderous Might, Zhan Luo in his hand had already charged toward Zi Qingyang.

"Drawing Sword Slash!"

Lu Leng unleashed his soul skill. Zi Qingyang's pupils constricted sharply. Clearly, he had not expected Lu Leng to be so fast. He immediately raised both hammers to block in haste.

Drawing Sword Slash struck the twin hammers. Enormous energy poured forth with a humming, drum-like roar, sending Zi Qingyang flying back more than twenty meters. After steadying himself, horror appeared in his eyes. His palms trembled, and he could barely hold onto his hammers.

"I already knew Drawing Sword Slash was immensely powerful, but only experiencing it myself did I understand how terrifying it truly is." Zi Qingyang was shaken. It seemed he had to move faster. If this dragged on, forget killing Lu Leng and Hu Liena—he would likely be worn to death by them instead.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Ten Thousand Jin Hammer!"

With that thought, Zi Qingyang immediately unleashed his Sixth Soul Skill.

This soul skill bestowed the Myriad Annihilation Gilded Hammers with the force of ten thousand jin each. In other words, he would possess the strength of twenty thousand jin.

However, Zi Qingyang knew very well that this skill's power still could not rival Lu Leng's. Even so, it gave him the foundation to face him head-on. With the Seventh Soul Skill's additional 150 percent attack power, along with the difference in Soul Power that surpassed Lu Leng's by thirty-five levels, it was enough to bring them onto even footing!

Besides, with Lu Leng's Soul Power, how many more times could he sustain Drawing Sword Slash?

Filled with confidence, Zi Qingyang looked at Lu Leng as though he were already dead.

"Third Soul Skill, Whirlwind Dance!"

Zi Qingyang swung both arms again. The enormous hammers formed a stark contrast with his small frame, yet he wielded them with astonishing force and fluidity, transforming them into countless hammer shadows that smashed toward Lu Leng.

Lu Leng's gaze grew solemn. Lightning raged across Zhan Luo in his hand, displaying its dominance as though it were displeased by the gilded hammers' provocation.

"Drawing Sword Slash!"

Lu Leng unleashed his First Soul Skill again, while also using the first stage of his Second Soul Skill, Thunderclap!

The two attacks collided squarely. Tremendous force erupted between them, crashing against each other without either side yielding. After one second of deadlock, both were forced back.

Lu Leng retreated five steps, while Zi Qingyang retreated seven.

It seemed Lu Leng still held a slight advantage.

"Again!" Zi Qingyang roared. Though he had lost this clash, it did not mean he would lose in the end. Lu Leng had already used Drawing Sword Slash twice. He could probably use it only two more times at most. Once his Soul Power was exhausted, his death would come.

"Drawing Sword Slash!"

Naturally, Lu Leng answered with another slash!