Eight Directions Hidden Blade Style

At the very moment the three were stunned by this sudden revelation of identity, their minds shaken and hesitation setting in—

Screech!

A peerlessly sharp azure Sword Light tore through the stagnant air!

"Talking nonsense with them is pointless." Zhao Linchuan's icy voice rang out as his figure surged forward like a ghost. "Only by taking them down can we get the truth!"

At the same time, seven soul rings abruptly rose from beneath his feet, circling his body as their flowing radiance instantly lit up the surrounding darkness.

Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, pink!

That utterly unprecedented configuration of soul rings—especially that dreamlike pink soul ring—struck everyone present like crashing waves, violently overturning everything they knew!

Bibi Dong's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared in complete shock.

The three blocking the way looked as though they had been struck by lightning, their faces filled with unbelievable horror.

"Sure enough... just as the intelligence said, this brat is no ordinary person!" The three exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus.

Take him down!

They had to take him down at any cost!

As long as they could pry open his mouth and obtain the shocking secrets he carried, the rank of Titled Douluo—even the glory of standing atop the continent—would be within their grasp!

"Seventh Soul Skill! Martial Soul Avatar!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the roars of three erupting bursts of soul power rang out almost simultaneously!

Powerful Soul Power Fluctuations swept outward as the three instantly completed Martial Soul Possession, their auras surging dramatically!

They had to end this quickly. If that woman truly was the Saintess, the consequences of dragging things out would be unimaginable!

The two Soul Saints revealed identical Martial Soul Avatars—their bodies swelled and became covered in green fur, transforming them into vicious green wolves with gleaming white fangs and claw blades flashing with cold light.

Meanwhile, the Soul Douluo condensed a massive ice blade in his hand, entirely deep blue and radiating piercing cold. Its blade was Crystal Clear, and tiny ice crystals formed in the surrounding air from the freezing temperature.

"Brat, surrender without a fight!" The two green wolf Soul Saints let out bloodthirsty roars, turning into two green afterimages as they pounced at Zhao Linchuan amid a stench of blood.

Zhao Linchuan's gaze sharpened, and the Sixth Soul Ring beneath his feet—that profound black soul ring—suddenly flared brightly!

Buzz!

Azure light surged! Seven solid phantoms identical to Zhao Linchuan, each wielding a Green Light Sword, instantly split off from his body!

Sword energy crisscrossed the battlefield, Enveloping the entire area.

This was his Sixth Soul Skill—Eight Directions Hidden Blade Style!

"Slash!"

Following Zhao Linchuan's low shout, four azure phantoms moved as though they were extensions of his limbs, splitting into pairs to precisely intercept and kill the charging green wolf brothers.

The remaining three phantoms, together with Zhao Linchuan himself, formed eight figures wrapped in sword intent sharp enough to tear apart anything, stabbing straight toward the blade-wielding Soul Douluo as though they had Teleported!

"Not good!" The fatal sense of danger made Staff's hairs stand on end, but he did not even have time to properly block or dodge.

The azure radiance of the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword in Zhao Linchuan's hand surged again, its speed reaching the absolute limit, as though it could slice even Space apart!

"Extreme Shadow—Slash!!"

The shrill sound of tearing air was deafening! Eight blue-green Sword Light afterimages carved dazzling trails through the night as they crashed into the three men in an instant!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four longswords blooming with azure radiance, like Death's scythes, pierced Staff's heart, lungs, neck, and spine with unerring precision!

The ice-blue Martial Soul Avatar blade had only been swung halfway before it abruptly shattered, dissolving into ice crystals that scattered through the air.

"Urgh—!" Staff let out a brief, miserable shriek as blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, the light in his eyes rapidly fading.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Zhao Linchuan silently withdrew the Green Light Sword, drawing out a trail of Blood Droplets.

He shifted slightly to avoid the spraying blood, his movements smooth and flowing, carrying a cruel elegance.

As for the two Soul Saints, they had already collapsed soundlessly to the ground.

A sword wound deep enough to expose bone marked their necks, while a bloody hole the size of a bowl had been punched through each of their chests.

Blood flowed steadily, staining the stone slabs beneath them red.

The essence of the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword lay in a single word: speed!

When speed reached its ultimate limit, its lethality became unmatched!

Zhao Linchuan slowly walked over to Staff, who had only a final breath left, and looked down at him. His voice was calm, yet carried the certainty of one who saw through everything.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sent you, didn't they?"

"You..." Staff's pupils were unfocused, still filled with extreme terror and confusion.

He used the last of his strength to try to raise a finger and question Zhao Linchuan, but his arm was as heavy as Qian Jun and ultimately fell limply back down.

"Want to know how I knew?" A teasing curve lifted at Zhao Linchuan's lips as he looked down at his dying opponent. "Unfortunately, I have no interest in telling you."

"Puh..." The last trace of resolve in Staff seemed to be completely snuffed out by those words. His body jerked violently, and all Life Force finally left him.

Deathly silence filled the scene.

Bibi Dong stood rooted to the spot, staring at the three formidable enemies who had died in an instant, then at Zhao Linchuan, who stood with his sword sheathed and his breath steady. Turbulent waves crashed through her heart.

"Linchuan... you... you... you actually killed a Soul Douluo who had activated his Martial Soul Avatar... so easily?"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably. "And... your Soul Rings!!"

That utterly unprecedented Soul Ring configuration shocked her even more than his instant slaying of a Soul Douluo.

"Is it really that surprising?" A flash of azure light flickered in Zhao Linchuan's hand, and the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword scattered into specks of light.

He looked at Bibi Dong, his gaze profound. "But compared to this little bit of ability of mine, isn't your identity as Spirit Hall's Saintess even more surprising?"

Before his words had even faded, azure light flowed behind him as Soul Power rapidly gathered and took shape, eventually forming a pair of dazzling azure Light Wings composed entirely of pure Soul Power. With a slight flutter, they stirred up gentle spirals of wind.

"We'll meet again tomorrow." Leaving those words behind, Zhao Linchuan lightly flapped his azure Light Wings, turning into a streak of light that soared upwards and swiftly vanished into the depths of the night sky.

"Linchuan!" Bibi Dong stared in the direction where he had disappeared and instinctively chased after him for two steps. Then she stamped her foot in frustration and muttered softly at the night sky, "Why did you leave so fast?" She gazed up at the shrinking azure speck in the heavens, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and fascination. "Those Light Wings... were they another one of his Self-Created Soul Skills?"

"The outside world... is really so interesting!"

At that moment, an unprecedented flutter spread through the girl's heart.

Zhao Linchuan's unimaginably powerful strength, his unfathomable background, his temperament that was cold one moment and teasing the next, and those shocking Soul Rings—all of them were like the most intricate of riddles, firmly drawing her in and plucking at her heartstrings.

A trace of emotion, one she had not even fully noticed herself, quietly began to take root.

A moment later, hurried footsteps and the sound of rushing air came from the end of the street. Spirit Hall's guards and the gifted disciples who had rushed over upon hearing the news finally arrived.