First Soul Skill (Pseudo): Crimson Annihilation!

First Soul Skill (Pseudo): Crimson Annihilation!

Old Blade, Broken Spear, and Withered Sword were all experts with Soul Power above level 35. Any one of them alone could have rubbed the Su Yuntian brothers into the ground. Now that all three had arrived and surrounded them from three directions, Su Yuntao felt even more despair.

In his desperation, Su Yuntao could only once again invoke the banner of Spirit Hall, forcing himself to look fierce and resolute. "If you kill me today, Spirit Hall experts will kill your entire family tomorrow!"

Old Blade chuckled coldly. "Once you're dead, who will Spirit Hall seek revenge from? As long as I clean things up well enough, I can treat Spirit Hall as if it doesn't exist!"

Though he talked big, Old Blade was actually more anxious than the Su brothers.

After a night of fleeing and pursuit, the eastern sky was already faintly beginning to pale.

Dawn was coming.

If he failed to capture the boy named Su Yuntian before daybreak, then with the First Prince's ruthless methods, Old Blade feared he would not live to see the day after tomorrow.

Su Yuntao did not know Old Blade was merely talking tough. Feeling that he had been driven into a dead end, a blazing rage gradually ignited in his chest.

"Lone Wolf, possess me!"

Two soul rings, one white and one yellow, lit up beneath Su Yuntao's feet. The phantom of a Gray Wolf emerged behind him and swiftly merged with his body.

As his Martial Soul fused with him, Su Yuntao's body grew sturdier, the muscles on his arms bulged, his fingers became claws, and his pair of green eyes looked especially chilling in the darkness.

Su Yuntian also got back to his feet, using his actions to make his stance clear—he would never sit still and await death.

"Brother, together."

Standing beside Su Yuntao, Su Yuntian drew a short sword he carried at his waist for self-defense.

Although his Martial Soul, the Key of Royal Law, was the key to opening the Hero King Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon, Su Yuntian still did not know how to open it. He simply chose not to summon his Martial Soul at all.

Fortunately, Su Yuntian had another Martial Soul.

An Angel Martial Soul that even he himself did not understand!

When he had been sucked into that crystal ball, Su Yuntian had vaguely heard another person's voice besides the Hero King's.

He had not seen that person's face or figure. He only remembered that he had called himself Hassan of the Hassan.

As a hardcore FGO player on the Chinese server at level 150, Su Yuntian naturally knew what Hassan of the Hassan meant.

"Help me, Grandpa King Hassan!"

With a clear shout, light bloomed behind Su Yuntian. A pair of enormous white wings and a slightly smaller pair of black wings appeared behind his back one after another. His entire body slowly rose into the air, while dense Soul Power began to fill the space around him.

Seeing this, Old Blade involuntarily took a step back and muttered, "A... Four-Winged Angel?!"

Only then did he finally understand why the First Prince Xue Qinghe had insisted that he abduct Su Yuntian.

But the problem was that Su Yuntian, who possessed an Angel Martial Soul, presumably had deep ties to Pope's Palace. Wasn't he courting death by provoking such a person?

Old Blade had always been ruthless and vicious, yet after spending the latter half of the night in pursuit, he hesitated for the first time over abducting Su Yuntian.

Not far away, another black-clad man codenamed Broken Spear said, "His Soul Power is only level 7. End this quickly!"

The other black-clad man, codenamed Withered Sword, added sinisterly, "Whether you stick your head out or pull it back, the blade still falls. Old Blade, Old Blade, are you going to be a hero or a coward?"

Would he submit to Spirit Hall's authority, or die for the First Prince Xue Qinghe?

Old Blade did not know Xue Qinghe's true identity. Faced with this choice, he did not hesitate for long before quickly making his decision.

"Come, fight!"

The huge Chopping Knife in his hand shone brilliantly. It was his Weapon Martial Soul.

"First Soul Skill, Bloodlust!"

As Old Blade shouted, his huge Chopping Knife began to glow red. This Soul Skill added a bleeding effect to his attacks for thirty seconds. Any wound inflicted by Old Blade would be extremely difficult to treat.

Su Yuntao bent his knees slightly as his white soul ring flickered. "First Soul Skill, Thousand Mile Wolf Walk!"

The Gray Wolf was an agility-attack Martial Soul. Su Yuntao's first Soul Skill granted him an acceleration aura.

With the speed boost, Su Yuntao sprang forward, turning into a gray blur as he pounced at Old Blade from the side.

The battle was about to erupt, yet Broken Spear and Withered Sword, who stood outside the fray, wisely did not join in. In their eyes, even with Su Yuntian and his Four-Winged Angel Martial Soul joining the fight, Old Blade could still easily crush the Su brothers.

Bullying the weak with strength was hardly something glorious to begin with. Moreover, that boy might very well be an important figure in Spirit Hall.

Su Yuntian poured Soul Power into the short sword in his hand. His Soul Power, like black smoke, actually spread outward along the blade, forming a massive sword over three feet long and as wide as a door panel.

Other than Su Yuntao, Old Blade and the other two had all been watching Su Yuntian closely. Seeing the black deathly aura suffusing his Soul Power, they could not help but be deeply astonished.

Everyone knew that the Angel Martial Souls of Pope's Palace had always been radiant, sacred, and worthy of worship. When had there ever been an angel with a pair of black wings and a body wreathed in deathly aura?

Old Blade dearly wanted to grab Su Yuntian and ask what kind of angel this Four-Winged Angel was, but Su Yuntao's pounce was already upon him. Old Blade hurriedly swung his blade, attempting to block.

Unexpectedly, Su Yuntao seemed to have anticipated it. He ducked low and darted beneath Old Blade's blade. His sharp wolf claws swept across Old Blade's waist, and with a ripping sound, a spray of scarlet blood mist burst forth.

Su Yuntao was originally an agility-attack Battle Soul Master. With the speed boost, even though Old Blade had one more soul ring than him, he was caught off guard and took a claw strike from Su Yuntao.

"You're courting death!"

Having been injured by Su Yuntao in their very first exchange, Old Blade flew into a rage from humiliation.

"Second Soul Skill, Roving Blade Qi!"

Centered on Old Blade, four blade qi formed from condensed Soul Power shot toward the area where Su Yuntao stood. The four blade qi spread out in a fan shape, determined to envelop Su Yuntao.

Rather than simply running, Su Yuntao fully exploited his agility advantage. He twisted and darted between the four blade qi, using the tiny gaps in timing between them to evade once more.

Watching from afar, Broken Spear and Withered Sword both secretly nodded at Su Yuntao's performance.

At that moment, Su Yuntian finally spread his wings and raised the black greatsword high before slashing down at Old Blade.

"First Soul Skill, Crimson Annihilation!"

Old Blade instinctively drew back his blade to defend.

The door-wide greatsword arrived in an instant, smashing heavily down toward Old Blade's head.

Old Blade raised his Martial Soul blade to meet Su Yuntian's black greatsword. To his shock, when his Soul Power came into contact with Su Yuntian's black sword, it melted away like ice and snow!

Not only that, Old Blade felt his Soul Power circulation becoming sluggish, as though it had been suppressed.

What kind of attack was this?

Could it really be that brat's Soul Skill? But where was his soul ring?

Su Yuntian's second Martial Soul, the Four-Winged Angel, the Death Sentence Angel, came from King Hassan of Fate.

The following was King Hassan's lesson: "Today, I, a three-red Assassin, will teach you how to play an Assassin—Berserker style."

"Don't assassinate. Go rampage. Life doesn't give you that much time for Presence Concealment. If you hate someone, go chop them down. Kill every witness, and it becomes a perfect assassination. What's the use of sneaking around? You'll still be discovered. If you're discovered, chop them up. If you can't kill them, throw your Noble Phantasm. If you still can't handle it, ask me for help and let me chop you down. You can't even take on the mere Three Knights head-on, and you dare say you were once a Hassan?"