Arriving Without Interval, Kill Him

"Cough... cough..."

Ji Xuan's face was as pale as paper, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth. The pain of his shattered bones made it nearly impossible for him to straighten up.

Enduring the pain, Ji Xuan planted the Sword of Order into the ground to support his unsteady body and slowly rose to his feet.

He clutched his chest, his icy gaze fixed on Yan and the Soul King man in the distance.

Yan's punch had not only broken several of his ribs, but had nearly shattered his heart meridians.

Had his physique not been so strong, he would likely have already perished.

"Yan..." Ji Xuan's voice was cold, though tinged with weakness. "Do you know what you're doing?!"

The Soul King man licked his lips and let out a smug, hoarse laugh before speaking first.

"Surprised, kid? All of this was prepared for you!"

Yan did not answer. Step by step, he walked toward Ji Xuan, looking at the man who had once defeated him.

"Ji Xuan," Yan said, unable to suppress his rage, "what right do you have to make Nana so sad?"

Ji Xuan's lips twitched slightly.

Damn it, this pathetic simp is actually willing to side with Fallen Spirit Masters for a woman.

"Ji Xuan, this ends here!"

The last trace of reason in Yan's eyes was consumed by his twisted obsession. He suddenly clenched his right fist, and blazing flames and hard rock once again covered his arm.

Yan's heart pounded wildly, fury filling his eyes as he threw a punch at Ji Xuan.

As long as Ji Xuan disappeared, Your Excellency the Pope would be able to give his beloved Nana to him in marriage.

In Ji Xuan's pupils, Yan's flaming fist gradually grew larger...

Ji Xuan wanted to raise his sword and strike back, but his Soul Power had already been exhausted.

Besides, even standing was extremely difficult for him now.

Demon Charm, who was fighting bitterly in the distance, noticed Ji Xuan's situation. With a forceful strike, she knocked back the Blood Saber Soul Ancestor and cried out in a voice neither male nor female, "Ji Xuan!"

"Yan! Stop!"

Demon Charm wanted to rush over and help, but the Blood Saber Man attacked again. She had no choice but to divert her attention and face him once more.

"Die!"

Yan paid no heed and roared.

Yet not a trace of fear appeared on Ji Xuan's face. Instead, a meaningful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Arriving Without Interval."

On a distant tree trunk—

Fifth Worship Guang Ling Douluo stood with nine Soul Rings circling beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

He opened his left eye as his Fifth Soul Ring lit up, locking onto Yan in the distance.

This time, he was responsible for protecting Ji Xuan. He had been concealing his presence and hiding here all along.

So long as Ji Xuan was not in mortal danger, he would not intervene.

Earlier, seeing Ji Xuan and Yan work together, he had thought they would successfully defeat that Soul King man.

But he had never expected Yan to betray him, side with Fallen Spirit Masters, and try to eliminate Ji Xuan.

Just as Yan's fist was about to touch Ji Xuan's face—

An arrow radiating an icy aura suddenly tore through the air at an extreme speed.

Pshht!

The Ice Arrow struck Yan's right hand.

"Ah!"

Yan let out a pained scream and collapsed to the ground, clutching his wound as he wailed continuously.

His arm had been pierced clean through, and the Rock Armor covering it had completely shattered.

The sudden turn of events made the Soul King man behind him shrink his pupils.

Whoosh—

Before he could recover, an arrow had already pierced through his heart from behind.

The Soul King man lowered his head to look at his wound. The light gradually faded from his eyes, and he fell to the ground.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

Three more arrows flew forth. The Blood Saber Man, the Blood Axe Man who had already withdrawn from the battle, and another Spirit System Soul Ancestor each lost their life force.

Seeing this, Demon Charm immediately released the Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Hu Liena ran to Ji Xuan's side and supported him. "Ji Xuan, are you alright?"

She paid no attention to Yan, who was wailing on the ground, nor to Xie Yue.

Xie Yue sighed inwardly and looked at Yan with a complicated expression. He knew there had been conflict between Yan and Ji Xuan because of his younger sister.

But he had never expected his good brother to betray his classmates over it and associate with Fallen Spirit Masters. That was a matter of principle.

"I'm fine. I won't die." Ji Xuan shook his head weakly.

The other students gradually regained consciousness as well. Seeing the wreckage all around them, they could not help but draw sharp breaths.

"What happened just now?"

"These corpses are..."

"What happened to Senior Yan?!"

"And why is Ji Xuan so badly injured?"

Just then, an ice-blue streaking light descended from the sky and landed beside Ji Xuan.

"Xiao Xuan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Uncle Guang Ling."

Guang Ling Douluo nodded slightly and turned his gaze toward Yan, who was lying on the ground and groaning. "Xiao Xuan, how should he be dealt with? I'll leave it to you."

"Kill him," Ji Xuan said casually.

The surrounding students' pupils shrank at Ji Xuan's words, and they began whispering among themselves.

"Ji Xuan wants to kill Senior Yan? Why?"

"Shut up! Can't you see that young man is a Title Douluo?!"

Not far away, Xie Yue opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but in the end, it only became a sigh as he turned his head away.

"Alright!"

A crystalline, icy gleam bloomed at Guang Ling Douluo's fingertips. A completely transparent arrow slowly spun above his palm, its tail trailing fine frost.

"Wait..."

Yan endured the pain in his arm, his face filled with the terror of impending death.

"Ji Xuan... I was wrong! Please... please spare my life!"

Guang Ling Douluo did not strike immediately, instead turning his gaze to Ji Xuan.

"Tell me. Who ordered you to do this?"

Yan hesitated for a moment before answering weakly.

"It was... it was His Holiness the Pope. She told me to get rid of you." Yan looked toward Hu Liena beside Ji Xuan. "Afterward, she would give Nana to me in marriage."

A chill flashed through Ji Xuan's heart. As expected, it was that crazy woman, Bibi Dong.

The moment Yan spoke, Hu Liena released Ji Xuan's arm and staggered back two steps in disbelief.

She looked at Yan and said, "You... what did you say? It was... Teacher?"

"Nana! I..."

"Shut up!"

Hu Liena's gaze fell upon Ji Xuan's back. Her teacher had actually tried to kill Ji Xuan. Didn't that mean the distance between her and Ji Xuan would only grow greater...

Yan looked back at Ji Xuan. "Ji Xuan, please spare my life. I really was wrong."

"Uncle Guang Ling, do it."

Ji Xuan ignored Yan's pleas. Since he had chosen to attack him, he should have been prepared to die.

Guang Ling Douluo nodded slightly and flicked his finger.

Whoosh!

The Ice Arrow tore through the air with biting cold, piercing Yan's heart.

Yan's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Ji Xuan. "Why..."

Before he could finish, Yan's pupils gradually lost focus, and his life force faded away.

"Xiao Xuan, let's go. I'll take you back to Spirit City."

"Yes." Ji Xuan nodded lightly.

Guang Ling Douluo released vast Soul Power and, carrying Ji Xuan, transformed into an ice-blue streaking light that vanished into the horizon.

Xie Yue walked over to Yan's corpse and sighed inwardly. Then he dug a hole and buried him.

A moment later.

Instructor Zhang also arrived at the battlefield.

Earlier, someone had used Soul Power to transmit a message to her, informing her of the situation here, and she had hurried over.

When she saw the several corpses on the ground and learned what had happened, Instructor Zhang merely sighed to herself.

"Let's go. Back to the academy."

She was only an instructor at the academy. When it came to matters involving Spirit Hall's higher-ups, there was nothing she could do.