The Mute

After Shorty Wang Gao used Wild Bull Charge, the burly Bronze Bull hurtled toward the Blue Silver Priest.

The glow at the tips of its Bull Horns formed a white blur, like a white lance. That lance slammed into the Blue Silver Priest at high speed.

Thud!

Unlike what Wang Gao had imagined, the Blue Silver Priest before him was completely undamaged.

Wang Gao's vision instantly went black, and his body was sent flying backward by the recoil.

Blood streamed from Wang Gao's seven orifices. Clearly, the Blue Silver Priest was nowhere near as fragile as he had imagined. The fragile one was himself.

The Blue Silver Priest gave its body a slight shake, as though it did not care about Wang Gao's attack at all.

The spot where Wang Gao's head had struck was only slightly dented, while the places pierced by his horns had left two holes.

Clearly, Wang Gao's horns had not penetrated the Blue Silver Priest's body. Against its massive form, those two round holes were insignificant.

Through his blood-red vision, Wang Gao stared at the enormous vine that had suffered only minor injuries. His mouth hung wide open, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible! This must be an illusion!" Wang Gao slapped himself, trying to wake himself up.

Wang Gao rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The dent where his head had struck had already recovered to its original state, as though it had never been injured.

The two round holes had stopped bleeding green blood and had turned into shallow pits the size of Gold Soul Coins, nearly fully restored.

"..." Wang Gao fell silent.

He raised his head and looked up at the eighteen-meter-tall Blue Silver Priest. This vine seemed like a tree that reached the heavens.

The Blue Silver Priest gathered its strength, arching like a bridge, like a whip about to crack.

No, it was not a whip. It was a Tree Whip!

Facing the Tree Whip crashing down toward him, Wang Gao felt a chill run across his scalp. Though he had already been severely injured—

Facing such a terrifying blow, Wang Gao still threw himself to the side, trying to evade the Blue Silver Priest's heavy strike.

At this moment, Ye Lan was facing three opponents alone. With the Eight-Faced Exquisite Heart, he had more than enough attention to observe everything happening on the field.

The moment Ye Lan noticed Wang Gao's intention to dodge, he immediately used his Subconscious to influence the Blue Silver Priest.

While its heavy strike was descending, the Blue Silver Priest adjusted its direction under the influence of Ye Lan's Subconscious.

Wang Gao, who had leapt to the side, had nowhere to push off from. He could only watch helplessly as the Blue Silver Priest viciously smashed him into the ground.

Only a Human-Shaped Pit remained where he had been.

"Alright, stop playing around. Thirty seconds are almost up. Finish it!" Ye Lan called to the other Blue Silver Priest, which was having a great time.

Smack!

A second Human-Shaped Pit formed.

Ye Lan turned his gaze toward the Blue Silver Mummy. The Blue Silver Mummy had truly become a mummy, and Zhao Li lay completely motionless.

The spirit battle ended, taking twenty-nine seconds.

"Uncle, what do you think? These beasts in human clothing just needed a good beating!" Ye Lan laughed heartily.

"Not bad. Much easier to deal with than ancient beasts." Uncle looked at Ye Lan with satisfaction, unsurprised by the outcome.

Wang Gao and the other two had actually intended to challenge Xiao Lan to a spirit battle. Wasn't that like sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, or eggs smashing against a rock?

Xiao Die clasped her hands before her chest, her eyes turning into stars as they filled with worship.

She was so excited that she could not speak, as though she had met her idol.

The surrounding crowd also cried out in admiration, pleading, and guilt.

"Lord Soul Master, are you a genius from Spirit Hall?"

"These three really deserve it! They should be trampled beneath Lord Soul Master's feet!"

"These beasts in human clothing only know how to bully ordinary people like us. Well done!"

"Xiao Die, Xiao Die. This old woman deserves to die! I shouldn't have been fooled by the way those three were dressed. It's all because I was blind!" The Middle-Aged Widow slapped herself across the face in guilt, while fearing the Blond Youth's blame.

Several others who had spoken badly on behalf of Wang Gao's group quietly slipped away from the scene.

The Old Woman said, "Young man, how should these three be dealt with? They may be lying on the ground this time, but what will Xiao Die do in the future? Does she have to move away?"

Hesitation also appeared on Uncle's excited face. Not wanting to trouble Ye Lan any further, he said, "Xiao Lan, after this, Xiao Die and I will leave Vast Sea City. We'll leave this troublesome place. With my skill at sea, I can make a living anywhere."

After hearing this, Ye Lan looked at the trio on the ground and pondered for a moment.

"Old lady, don't worry."

"Uncle, you don't need to leave Vast Sea City. Vast Sea City is your hometown!"

Then, Ye Lan used Blue Silver Grass to hoist the two unconscious men from their pits in front of him.

Ye Lan reached toward Wang Gao's abdomen, golden light emerging from his palm.

Before long, dense Blue Silver Grass grew from Wang Gao's back.

This time, the Blue Silver Grass was not more than twenty centimeters thick. Instead, each strand was only a few millimeters thick, and there were over a hundred of them.

Fresh red blood continuously seeped from the Blue Silver Grass—it was blood drawn out as the grass pierced through their bodies.

"All right, sir. I've crippled this man's Dantian. From now on, he's just an ordinary person!"

With that, Ye Lan withdrew his palm from Wang Gao's abdomen, and the Slender Blue Silver Grass gradually retracted into his hand.

Only a tiny amount of Blue Silver Grass remained, transforming into golden light to heal Wang Gao's dense wounds and keep the wretch from dying.

This Blue Silver Grass was different from the kind Ye Lan used in battle.

There was a limit to the amount of Blue Silver Grass Ye Lan could use in combat.

The Slender Blue Silver Grass was different. Ye Lan could create it at will; it only depended on how much Soul Power he expended.

After dealing with Wang Gao, Ye Lan copied the same method and crippled Li Zhuang's Dantian.

The fat Zhao Li, wrapped up like a mummy, was suspended before Ye Lan by Blue Silver Grass.

As the Blue Silver Mummy gradually came undone, the fat man's body was slowly exposed.

At this moment, the fat man's eyes had yet to open fully as he adjusted to the light.

His hands and feet were bound by Blue Silver Grass, leaving him able to move only his head.

As he turned his head, the fat man caught sight of Boss and Skinny Man lying on the ground from the corner of his eye.

The two lay on the ground, their abdomens covered in blood. It was impossible to tell whether they were alive or dead.

"Sir! Sir! Spare me! I'll get as far away as possible from now on and never show my face in Vast Sea City again!" The fat man broke down in loud sobs as he begged Ye Lan for mercy.

Ye Lan had no intention of letting off this foul-mouthed fat bastard so easily.

Blue Silver Grass instantly filled the fat man's mouth, completely plugging it shut.

Ye Lan then extended his palm toward the fat man's abdomen. The fat man watched Ye Lan's fair right hand draw closer and closer to his stomach.

He twisted his body desperately, resisting the approach of Ye Lan's right hand.

That fair, slender hand looked like the devil's hand in the fat man's eyes!

"Mm! Urgh! Mm! Urgh! Urgh!"

Zhao Li's mouth was plugged shut. As Slender Blue Silver Grass continuously pierced his abdomen, the Soul Power within his body steadily drained away.

With his mouth blocked, Zhao Li could only make hoarse sounds of pain as cold sweat continuously poured from his body.

"Does this hurt already? Do you know what soul-level pain feels like?"

"Xiao Die, turn around. This isn't suitable for children," Ye Lan said gently.

Zhao Li's body twisted without pause. At last, the intense pain in his abdomen finally vanished, replaced by a warm current that felt quite comfortable.

Zhao Li thought that once his Soul Power was crippled, it would be over. Relaxing, he began breathing heavily through his nose.

Just as Zhao Li relaxed, excruciating pain from his throat and tongue once again overwhelmed his mind.

Bright red blood continuously flowed from Zhao Li's nose and the corners of his mouth. Since Zhao Li's mouth was especially foul, Ye Lan decided never to give him another chance to speak and let him peacefully live as a mute.