Spirit Weapons vs Martial Souls

Seeing Zhao Wuji activate a defensive skill, Zhao Xiaotian brushed both hands across the necklace Soul Tool in front of his chest. Intense flames instantly burst forth, scorching Zhao Wuji's protective barrier.

Cold sweat beaded on Zhao Wuji's forehead as he thought, Why are these flames so scorching? They can actually burn my skin.

"Aah! Aah! I can't take it anymore! Great Vajra Roar!"

Zhao Xiaotian instantly leaped away. The Soul Tool on his wrist lit up, and a phantom sword appeared in his palm. When Zhao Xiaotian clenched his right hand, a purple longsword appeared in it. The eight eyeballs on its hilt had opened, locking onto Zhao Wuji.

With every step Zhao Wuji took, the eight eyeballs followed his movements. Seeing this, Dai Mubai said, "Could this be the Spirit Weapon Xiaotian mentioned?"

Oscar smiled wryly. "Is this the weapon Xiaotian spent three and a half months forging? It's way too strong! If Fatty had been the one forging it, he'd probably have run off after one day!"

"Hey! What do you mean by that, Xiao Ao?"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed at the teased Ma Hongjun. At this moment, the spiritual energy around Zhao Xiaotian had reached a critical point.

Not good! Danger!

The might unleashed by the spiritual energy in Zhao Xiaotian's hand made Zhao Wuji shudder. Zhao Xiaotian gave Zhao Wuji no chance to react and instantly swung his sword.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two streaks of purple sword energy formed a cross-shaped slash under Zhao Xiaotian's technique and cleaved toward Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji erupted with Soul Power, and his seventh soul ring lit up as he activated his Martial Soul Avatar.

In his Martial Soul Avatar state, the Immovable Ming King Form barely withstood the attack. However, his Immovable Ming King Form could no longer endure another attack of that strength.

Zhao Xiaotian smiled. "Hehehe! There are still three Spirit Weapons left!"

"Blazing Battle Armor!"

Amid repeated clanking sounds of armor, Zhao Xiaotian stood in place clad in a suit of red armor. This battle armor maxed out Zhao Xiaotian's defense, speed, and reaction speed.

Such a suit of armor was already no less powerful than a super divine artifact from the Douluo God Realm. Upon seeing it, Zhao Wuji felt a trace of fear and even considered surrendering.

Clad in red battle armor and holding a purple longsword, Zhao Xiaotian looked like a war god descending upon the world. Anyone who saw him would feel the urge to flee.

Ma Hongjun then asked Liu Junxi and Liu Jin, "Seniors, if it were the two of you, could you defeat Xiaotian in his current state if you fought him for real?"

After thinking for a moment, Liu Junxi answered seriously, "No."

Hearing her third brother's words, Liu Jin nodded as well. "That's right. Honestly, we can't defeat Xiaotian in his current state. But don't forget, the battlefield of Douluo Continent won't give you the chance for a one-on-one duel!"

Upon hearing that, Ma Hongjun instantly understood what Liu Jin meant. No matter how strong you were, you could not withstand a group assault. Even if your Soul Power was Level 99, a dozen enemies at Levels 96, 97, and 98 could completely crush a single Level 99.

Zhao Xiaotian said, "Teacher Zhao, I'll stand here without moving. Attack however you like!"

Zhao Wuji frowned. "Are you sure?"

Zhao Xiaotian nodded firmly. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji no longer held back and struck out with a Great Vajra Palm.

Everyone thought Zhao Xiaotian would be sent flying, but no one expected that it would be Zhao Wuji instead. The instant his attack landed on Zhao Xiaotian, he was blasted away by a powerful recoil force.

Zhao Xiaotian smiled. "How was that, Teacher Zhao?"

Zhao Wuji climbed to his feet and said, "Not bad! With that suit of armor, no one could get close to you, except a Titled Douluo!"

Zhao Xiaotian merely smiled without replying. He withdrew the armor on his body and the purple longsword in his hand, then revealed an evil smile. "Teacher Zhao, how about I let you experience the final Spirit Weapon?"

Zhao Wuji shivered and turned to see Zhao Xiaotian's evil grin. Trembling, he said, "W-what... Spirit Weapon?"

The Soul Tool on Zhao Xiaotian's right hand flashed again, and a brown hammer phantom appeared. As he clenched his hand, a brown hammer materialized.

The eyeball on the hammer's handle remained shut, because the hammer did not believe Zhao Wuji could withstand its Earthshaking Strike.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath. "Phew! Come on! Immovable Ming King Form!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji activate the Immovable Ming King Form again, Zhao Xiaotian smiled. Carrying the hammer, he charged forward and threw it into the air.

Zhao Xiaotian leaped into the air, gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and said, "Million Ton Gravity!"

The hammer did not visibly change in Zhao Xiaotian's hands, but in Zhao Wuji's eyes, it had become incomparably enormous. Zhao Wuji swallowed. If that hammer came down on him, wouldn't he die right here?

As the hammer was about to strike him, Zhao Wuji instantly withdrew his Martial Soul and fled as though for his life. Zhao Xiaotian smashed the hammer fiercely into the ground, kicking up a vast cloud of dust.

Seeing Zhao Wuji run behind him, Flender covered his forehead with one hand, indicating that he did not know the burly man hiding behind him. Zhao Xiaotian smiled. "Teacher Zhao, there's still one weapon we haven't tested!"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly refused. "No! I'm not going! If someone's going, let the dean go!"

Flender covered his forehead again in speechless exasperation. Why did he know such a coward? Left with no choice, Flender walked toward where Zhao Wuji had been standing.

Flender stamped one foot, and seven soul rings emerged. "Xiaotian! Come at me with everything you have!"

Smiling, Zhao Xiaotian took out the Extreme Cold Divine Bow from the Soul Tool on his chest. The moment the longbow appeared, the temperature across Shrek Square dropped to zero.

Flender said in disbelief, "Extreme Ice!"

Zhao Xiaotian smiled. "That's right! Be careful, Dean!"

Zhao Xiaotian pulled the bowstring with four fingers, and three arrows appeared out of thin air in his hand. Powerful frost instantly locked onto Flender, reducing his movement speed by five percent.

After sensing the power of the three arrows, Flender's instincts told him that he had to dodge them. He spread his wings and flew into the air, circling around Zhao Xiaotian.

Zhao Xiaotian smiled faintly and released the bowstring. The three ice arrows flew after Flender as though they had locked onto a fixed target.

Flender cursed under his breath and began flying wildly in every direction. Flender flew desperately, and the three ice arrows pursued him desperately. In the end, with no other option, Flender flew behind a tree.

The three arrows struck the trunk and instantly exploded, turning the entire tree into an ice sculpture. Golden light shone in Liu Ruxue's eyes as she pulled Liu Ruyan over. "Sister, look! It's an Ice Tree!"

Dai Mubai called toward the back of the tree, "Dean, you can come out now!"

Several minutes passed without any movement from Flender, so Dai Mubai, Zhao Wuji, and the others went over to check. They had no idea what they would see until they looked—and then they laughed like mad.

Flender had been frozen into an ice sculpture with a stunned expression, while only his eyeballs could still roll around.

Liu Junxi looked up and spotted another figure. Zhao Xiaotian looked up as well and saw Ghost Charm, who had just lifted a foot in an attempt to flee from behind the tree.

Liu Jin and Liu Junxi laughed mercilessly. Ghost Charm, the Spirit Hall's so-called number one agility attack Titled Douluo on the continent, had actually been frozen by the weapon of a mere Soul Ancestor.

Ghost Charm unleashed his powerful Soul Power, finally breaking the ice around his mouth. He said angrily, "Stop laughing! Stop laughing! If Old Chrysanthemum hears about this, he'll laugh himself to death!"

Liu Jin and Liu Junxi laughed even louder. "Hahaha! Who told you to linger on that tree like a fool? Well, now you've been frozen too! Hahaha!"

Liu Jin and Liu Junxi were already clutching their stomachs with laughter. Ghost Charm's face alternated between red and pale. Even his normally sinister complexion was now flushed red.