I Could Do It Too!
As soon as Yun Ming finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot without warning.
Just a moment later, Yun Ming reappeared before everyone.
His robes were neat, and his aura was calm and composed, except for something extra on his right hand.
To be precise, there was one more person.
Yun Ming casually flicked his wrist, sending the man flying through the air.
This person was of medium build, with an ordinary appearance, slightly dark skin, and no distinctive features. He was the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd.
But at this moment, his ordinary face was filled with disbelief and shock. He couldn't understand how he had been discovered, even though he had been hidden so well.
Everything that just happened was too fast; he clearly hadn't figured out what had happened yet.
However, this person was clearly no ordinary character. After the initial shock and confusion, he quickly regained his balance in mid-air.
He stood with both feet in mid-air; though his posture was awkward, at least he managed to stay upright.
The next moment, a cold and violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.
His skin visibly transformed into a lifeless bluish-gray, his black pupils glowed with an eerie scarlet light, and a dark red spider mark slowly appeared on his forehead.
A strong aura of malevolence and the stench of blood emanated from him, clearly indicating that he was an Evil Soul Master.
The person before them could fly through the air, meaning their cultivation level was at least above the Soul Saint realm.
This man's name is Yan Jin, and he was the one who planned and led the explosion attack on the Soul Train.
Now it's clear that his plan has been thwarted!
Yan Jin, Yan Jin activated his Martial Soul Possession.
Three purple and five black—a total of eight Soul Ring— slowly rose from beneath his feet. The purple and black intertwined light surrounded him, and an aura of power belonging to the Soul Douluo level swept outwards without restraint.
He whirled around, his voice low and shrill. "Which blind fool dares to ruin my plans?!"
After Yan Jin steadied himself, his scarlet gaze first swept over the boys and girls standing beside the carriage below.
Two Soul King and three Soul Ancestor were nothing more than ants that he, an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, could crush at will, utterly insignificant.
However, when his gaze continued upwards and landed on the beautiful woman floating in mid-air, he was instantly stunned.
The woman was tall and slender, with long, fiery red hair that danced in the wind like burning Lie Yan.
Her appearance was cold and exquisite, and she was looking at him expressionlessly, her eyes revealing no obvious emotional fluctuations.
Yan Jin was not shocked by her appearance or figure, but because he recognized her.
As a member of the Holy Spirit Cult, a member of the Evil Soul Master, he must be extremely familiar with the powerful figures of these major forces on the continent.
The woman before them was none other than Sky Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu, the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda and a genuine Demigod!
Yan Jin's mind went blank, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. The raging anger and violence he had just felt were instantly extinguished without a trace.
The ferocity in his bloodshot eyes faded at a visible speed, replaced by an almost clear bewilderment and fear, and his originally hideous and distorted face became unusually "peaceful".
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, feeling as if his luck had hit rock bottom.
Hundreds or even thousands of Soul Train run on the mainland every day, so why did I choose the one Leng Yaozhu was on?
As a Soul Douluo facing a Limit Douluo, escaping should have been a pipe dream, but Yan Jin did not give up completely.
Because in the secret historical records within the Holy Spirit Cult, there was once a record that greatly excited all Evil Soul Master.
Ten thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit Cult had a Soul Master whose cultivation was only at the Soul King level, yet he managed to escape unscathed from a Level 98 Super Douluo.
With such a "great" precedent, Yan Jin felt he could also give it a shot; what if he really created a miracle?
Yan Jin a deep breath, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand, each beat carrying the fear of impending death.
But he did not hesitate. He gritted his teeth, and his essence and blood began to surge wildly along the meridians of the secret method.
He burned his life essence and activated a forbidden technique to gain a speed far exceeding his own limits. This was a life-saving method he learned from the secret history of the sect, and it was his only hope at this moment.
However, just as he slightly turned to the side, about to unleash this power of essence blood, he froze in place once again.
His mouth gaped slightly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared in disbelief at the figure that had appeared in his line of sight at some unknown time.
Yan Jin knew this person, or more accurately, every prominent Soul Master on this continent knew this person.
Because this is Yun Ming, the Sea God Pavilion Master at the Shrek Academy, the Qingtian Douluo, and the Number One Person on the continent.
If encountering the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu from the Spirit Transmission Tower was just bad luck, then adding the Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming to the mix made Yan Jin feel like he wasn't just having the worst luck, but rather like he'd been hit with a mountain of bad luck from eight lifetimes at once.
With Yun Ming here, even with the inspiration of his "predecessor's" deeds, Yan Jin didn't feel he could escape.
But after a brief moment of shock and despair, Yan Jin's expression suddenly twisted.
He suddenly opened his throat, his voice sharp and hoarse, and roared towards Yun Ming, "Fake! It's all fake! You think you can fool me? Not so easy!"
Most Evil Soul Master are born with some mental problems. They have been immersed in resentment and violence for many years, and their minds have long been corrupted and riddled with holes.
The fact that two Limit Douluo, Yun Ming and Leng Yaozhu, appeared at the same time clearly exceeded Yan Jin's psychological limit, directly crushing his rationality.
He refused to believe what he was seeing, convinced it must be an illusion, or some kind of sophisticated Spirit Type Soul Skill.
Want to scare him away?
He would never be fooled!
He no longer intended to run away, but instead roared and flew towards the direction where Yun Ming was.
Eight Soul Ring pulsed wildly around him, and ten jet-black fingernails grew to half a foot long, tearing through the air with a shrill sound as they clawed straight at Yun Ming's face.
Yun Ming looked at Yan Jin towards him, his expression unchanged.
A crystal-clear spear appeared in his hand at some unknown time; it was the Martial Atlas Spear of the same name as his title!
He made no unnecessary movements; he simply raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and in an instant, four spear thrusts were unleashed.
Each shot was so fast it seemed to be fired simultaneously; the afterimages left by the spear tips in the air hadn't even faded before the next shot had already pierced through.
The four spear beams, like four silver-white lightning bolts, seemed to traverse space and landed precisely on Yan Jin.
Yan Jin on the other side had no chance to resist at all; his Two-Word Battle Armor was as fragile as paper in front of the Atlas Spear.
The moment the spear pierced his body, four clouds of blood mist exploded simultaneously on his body.
His shoulders and hips were pierced at the same time, and the immense force pinned him in mid-air.
The madness in Yan Jin's eyes receded like the tide, and along with that madness, his limbs also disappeared.
He stared blankly down at his now bald torso, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
Only when excruciating pain swept through every nerve like a tsunami did he let out an extremely shrill scream, and like a kite with a broken string, he fell straight down from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the gravel ground below with a thud.
Yun Ming didn't even glance at him again; the Atlas Spear in his hand vanished silently, as if it had never existed.
He knew exactly how much he should go, but even with his limbs crippled, he wouldn't die anytime soon, given his formidable Life God at the Soul Douluo level.