"Brother Su Hong, my Soul Skill is called Silver Moon Blade," Zhang Lexuan said.
"Silver Moon Blade? That's quite a novel name. It sounds like an offensive Soul Skill." Su Hong stroked his chin as he spoke.
"That's right, Brother Su Hong. Under normal circumstances, this Soul Skill of mine can fire three moon blades in succession.
But at night, especially when there is moonlight, if the first of those three moon blades hits the target, it will reduce the target's speed. If the second hits, it will reduce the target's defense.
Both of them reduce the target's speed and defense by ten percent.
If the final blade hits the target, it will absorb two percent from the target and, through the moonlight, feed one percent of Soul Power back to me," Zhang Lexuan explained in detail.
"That's all? Still, it's not bad. Although it isn't an exceptional Soul Skill, it would be an excellent First Soul Skill for most people. As for the final effect of restoring your own Soul Power, it can only be said to be better than nothing." Su Hong thought for a moment before speaking.
"But it doesn't matter. If it becomes useless later, Tian can upgrade your Soul Ring. If that really doesn't work, we can have him replace it for you." Su Hong waved his hand. "Alright, the Soul Ring hunt is over. It's time for us to head back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Hong picked Zhang Lexuan up and flew toward Mingdu.
They traveled at the same speed as they had on the way there, and a little over two hours later, they saw the outline of Mingdu.
Not long after, they arrived at the Worship Hall, where Su Hong set Zhang Lexuan down from his arms.
Zhang Lexuan