Assessment!

Xiao Wu watched Ning Rongrong and gently poked her shoulder.

"Rongrong, I only touched your Brother Su Yu once. Don't tell me you're jealous?"

Ning Rongrong shrank her shoulders from Xiao Wu's poke, her cheeks instantly flushing red, but she stubbornly craned her neck and glared back.

"Who, who's jealous?! I just don't want you touching my older brother whenever you feel like it!"

She clenched her tiny fists like an angry little kitten with its fur standing on end. Though she was obviously guilty, she refused to admit defeat.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Wu laughed even harder. She deliberately leaned closer and teased her in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Oh—so you don't want me touching him? Does that mean only you can touch him?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Ning Rongrong's voice even carried a hint of breathlessness as she gently pushed Xiao Wu.

"I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Su Yu watched the two young girls fooling around and helplessly shook his head. He gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's head.

"Alright, let's quickly go over everyone's Martial Souls. We still have an assessment later!"

After saying that, Su Yu looked toward Zhu Qing.

Zhu Qing looked at Su Yu with the same icy expression and spoke calmly.

"Zhu Qing. Beast Martial Soul, Hell Spirit Cat. Level twenty-seven Agile Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Dai Mubai took a deep breath. "Your Martial Soul lineup is pretty good. You have Assault System, Agile Attack System, Control System, and Support System Soul Masters."

Su Yu looked at the others and said, "My Soul Power is the highest, so I'll be the one directing us!"

After speaking, Su Yu looked at everyone.

Ning Rongrong naturally agreed, and she was the first to do so.

Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu thought it over for a while before also agreeing to let Su Yu take command.

After all, in a team, it was generally the Control System Soul Master who gave the orders.

But their situation was rather special. Zhao Wuji on the other side was a Soul Saint.

With Tang San's control abilities, it was basically impossible for him to restrain Zhao Wuji, so they could only use attacks to stall for time.

"Teacher Zhao Wuji's Soul Power far exceeds ours. We have no chance if we fight him head-on."

"Xiao Wu and I are Assault System Soul Masters. The two of us will lead the attack and try to draw his attention."

"Zhu Qing, you're an Agile Attack System Soul Master. Once it begins, harass Teacher Zhao Wuji from the flank and make use of your speed advantage to fight guerrilla-style."

"Rongrong, you're a Support System Soul Master. You need to give us all kinds of boosts. Rongrong, your older brother is going to test how well you've cultivated Heart Separation Control!"

Ning Rongrong patted her small chest and spoke with a serious expression.

"Older brother, don't worry. Rongrong definitely won't disappoint you!"

Su Yu then turned his gaze toward Tang San. "Tang San, you're the only Control System Soul Master. Use your Blue Silver Grass to set up control. You don't need to trap him, but at the very least, hinder his movements!"

Everyone nodded. Zhu Qing glanced at Su Yu, then finally gave a slight nod as well, agreeing with his suggestion.

In such a short time, this was the only simple tactic they could use.

"Wait, I have a question."

Tang San suddenly spoke, his gaze landing on Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong is a Support System Soul Master. Doesn't she need someone specifically assigned to protect her?"

Su Yu met his gaze, his tone resolute. "Rongrong isn't an ordinary Support System Soul Master. She has the ability to protect herself."

As soon as he said this, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Qing, and Dai Mubai all turned to Ning Rongrong in unison, their eyes filled with surprise.

Support System Soul Masters had always been a team's weak point and required special protection. The claim that one could protect herself was practically unheard of.

Ning Rongrong felt a little uncomfortable under their gazes and quietly shrank behind Su Yu, but she still puffed out her small chest.

"I-I really can!"

"Have you finished discussing it?"

Zhao Wuji's booming voice exploded like thunder, interrupting their thoughts.

The five of them abruptly turned their heads. Not far away, the incense stick being used to keep time had burned to its end. With a sharp pop, the ember went out, leaving behind a wisp of green smoke that curled upward.

Zhao Wuji grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and crossed his thick arms over his chest.

Soul Power surged beneath his feet as ring after ring of Soul Rings appeared around him.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.

"Since you've finished discussing it, stop dawdling—let this old man see just how capable you Little Monsters really are!"

Su Yu's gaze sharpened as he shouted in a low voice, "Get ready!"

Before his words had even faded, Ning Rongrong had already held the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda in her palm, light flowing across its surface.

Tang San held Blue Silver Grass in his left hand and watched Zhao Wuji.

Red Light flickered beneath Xiao Wu's feet as she prepared to use Teleportation at any moment.

Zhu Qing bent forward slightly, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

Su Yu stepped forward to stand at the very front. The Soul Power around him suddenly surged, and pale golden light gathered in his palm.

An ancient, intricate array diagram slowly unfolded. It was his Martial Soul—the Immortal Slaying Array Diagram.

Patterns flowed across the array diagram, and faint sounds of wind and thunder echoed through the air, making everyone's breathing falter.

With a light wave of his finger, four sharp beams of light suddenly shot from the array diagram. Four Immortal Swords of different forms burst out from it and hovered behind him.

The Immortal Slaying Sword revealed its razor-sharp edge, its blade gleaming with chilling light.

The Demon Slaying Sword flowed with blood-red light, carrying a dense aura of slaughter.

The Trapping Immortal Sword faded into a phantom, seeming capable of devouring the surrounding light.

The Immortal Slaying Sword was shrouded in gray mist, exuding the deathly stillness of severed life.

"This is..."

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He had never seen such a tyrannical Tool Martial Soul.

The pressure radiating from the four Immortal Swords even made the Soul Power within his body stir restlessly.

Xiao Wu unconsciously took a step back and swallowed.

"S-so terrifying..."

Zhu Qing's eyes were filled with envy as she stared intently at the four Immortal Swords.

Dai Mubai, standing off to the side, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Su Yu's Martial Soul is probably among the very best Tool Martial Souls."

Zi Ji looked at the four Immortal Swords behind Su Yu, her eyes filled with barely concealed fervor.

Only such a powerful man was worthy of becoming the Master of her, Hell Demon Dragon King Zi Ji.

On the other side, Zhao Wuji looked at the four Immortal Swords behind Su Yu, and some of his original disdain faded.

"Interesting."

Zhao Wuji chuckled, and the Soul Power beneath his feet erupted like a tide.

A giant bear phantom, three meters tall, suddenly appeared behind him.

The bear was covered from head to toe in Earth Yellow fur, its knotted muscles like solid rock.

Its eyes, as large as bronze bells, were filled with frenzied power—it was his Martial Soul, the Great Strength Vajra Bear.

The instant the phantom overlapped with his body, Zhao Wuji's physique seemed to swell larger.

A faint Earth Yellow glow appeared over his skin, while the fingers on both hands thickened into bear claws, his nails gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Zhao Wuji gave a low shout. His entire body resembled a moving mountain, and even the ground beneath his feet sank slightly under his weight.

"Come on! Little Monsters!"

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists and pounded his chest, producing a muffled sound like a drumbeat.

Su Yu concentrated at his fingertips. The Immortal Slaying Sword hovering in midair let out a hum as though it possessed intelligence, transforming into a streak of light that fell into his palm.