Desperate Escape, Electrolux Appears

They were both Evil Soul Masters, one a Soul Elder and the other a Soul Ancestor.

Mu Xuanheng knew that just because he could take down the Soul Elder did not mean he could handle the Soul Ancestor.

The Evil Soul Master activated his soul skill, and several vines coiled around the corpse of the fallen Evil Soul Master on the ground.

In a short while, nothing remained of the body but white bones.

A Flesh Tree, devouring flesh and blood.

"A one-ring killing a three-ring; I wonder which family's genius you are. Now, I want to see if you can kill me."

The vine whipped out, carrying a cold, bloodthirsty aura.

Mu Xuanheng hurriedly dodged.

"Where the hell did that old man go? This isn't pushing me to my limits; this is sending me to my death."

He naturally couldn't stand there waiting to die, and since he was no match for the Evil Soul Master before him, he turned and ran deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest.

Only by muddling through the chaos could he survive.

At this moment, Xuan Zi was still happily gnawing on his roasted meat.

"A child this small, yet you can run so fast. You really are a genius."

"If you know I'm a genius, then get lost. Once my guardian arrives, you'll be dead without a burial ground."

"Trying to scare me? If I kill you now, who would know it was me? Not killing you is what would cause endless trouble."

Simple logic could not deceive an Evil Soul Master.

Mu Xuanheng could only increase his speed to flee for his life.

Fortunately, over a year of cultivation, combined with his Ice and Fire Body Tempering, allowed him to maintain high speed, barely keeping his distance from the Evil Soul Master.

Blood-stained leaves flew in from behind. Mu Xuanheng's dragon claws had already shredded several of them.

With trees growing in thick clusters, he dodged and weaved through them, trying to find a way to escape.

He ran deeper, step by step.

The vines easily killed the soul beasts.

This prevented the soul beasts from forming a blockade.

But the speed of the killing was slowing down because the soul beasts were becoming stronger.

"Do you think you'll be safe just by running deeper? Let me tell you, our master is in the depths; if you go there, you won't be able to live, and you won't be able to die."

The Evil Soul Master roared loudly, trying to intimidate Mu Xuanheng.

Whether it was true or false, Mu Xuanheng had no possibility of stopping.

He slashed at trees with his dragon claws, hoping to create a barrier to block the path.

The interception failed repeatedly; he could only gouge a little into the trees with one claw, unable to fell them completely.

The trees were also growing stronger.

Until he saw the first thousand-year soul beast appear.

A thousand-year One-Horned Dragon emerged from nowhere.

They had entered the territory of this One-Horned Dragon.

At this moment, he realized this was an opportunity.

He turned sharply and launched a long-range claw strike, startling the Evil Soul Master into using his fourth soul skill.

He veered away again; although he took a portion of the impact, he dodged most of the flying leaves.

Naturally, those flying leaves struck the One-Horned Dragon instead.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan; as long as the One-Horned Dragon and the Evil Soul Master began to fight, he could slip away, and perhaps even reap the benefits of their struggle.

But the One-Horned Dragon did not follow his script and began to chase him as well.

"What the hell? There's a strong one right there, why are you attacking me, the weak one? Is this how you guard your territory?"

Mu Xuanheng couldn't understand the One-Horned Dragon's behavior, and he had no time to think about it.

The pursuit from behind continued unabated.

"Damn it, I wanted to go out and have some good luck, not go out and run into bad luck. Xuan Zi, what on earth are you doing?"

At this moment, Xuan Zi was still enjoying his whole roasted lamb.

The pursuit continued, and the distance was closing in.

All he could do was fight for his life.

His luck had always been good, or perhaps the group of Evil Soul Masters he had encountered was currently suffering some kind of blow.

A tiger's roar that resounded through the surroundings frightened the One-Horned Dragon, making it afraid to advance.

Following that came a wisp of black smoke.

The black smoke was right in the direction they were heading.

"You're quite lucky, kid. The direction you're heading is the same one I'm going."

Mu Xuanheng: "Is that so? Then you should thank me properly."

"I really should thank you. It's my good fortune that you managed to run all the way here."

Directly in front of Mu Xuanheng, several tree vines blocked his path. The thick aura of blood was undoubtedly the handiwork of the Evil Soul Master behind him.

His Chaofeng Dragon Claw could not break through them quickly for the time being.

"How is this possible? Is this a trap?"

Evil Soul Master: "Do you know? The reason I wasn't with that trash was because I had to come here to set traps. Our master wants to capture a powerful soul beast, and to prevent it from escaping, I set up vine traps in several locations. What a coincidence that you ran right into one."

Her laughter was not loud, but it was incredibly grating, as if mocking Mu Xuanheng's pathetic flight.

Mu Xuanheng stood his ground: "It seems I have no choice but to fight for my life."

"Fight for your life? I won't give you that chance." The Evil Soul Master took out a Soul Tool; it was a small, three-story tower.

"This is a Soul Tool prepared by our master just in case. You should be proud that it's being used on you."

An incredibly thick aura of blood radiated from the Soul Tool, carrying with it a terrifying sense of resentment.

The bright red glow felt sinister and eerie.

"Be afraid. This is a Tier 4 Soul Tool refined using the live sacrifices of hundreds of people."

Mu Xuanheng thought of the Death God Tower, a Tier 9 Soul Tool from the Peerless Tang Sect. This thing was likely inspired by some of those concepts.

"A Soul Ancestor using a Soul Tool to kill a mere Soul Master?"

"I prefer to play it safe."

"Using a Tier 4 Soul Tool to 'play it safe' at the cost of hundreds of lives—that's certainly one way to be cautious."

Mu Xuanheng cursed Xuan Zi in his heart; the old man had picked a hell of a time to go senile.

Somewhere else, Xuan Zi still held a lamb leg in his hand: "Should I save some for the little brat?" After some 'careful consideration,' he decided to enjoy it himself: "He won't know anyway, so I might as well eat it." And so, he happily devoured his delicious meal.

Trapped, Mu Xuanheng had only one path left: a desperate counterattack.

Anyone looking at the situation would say there was no chance of survival.

The Soul Tool, combined with the Evil Soul Master's soul skills, left Mu Xuanheng with nowhere to hide.

His body was covered in wounds left by flying leaves.

The surrounding vines continued to multiply.

Yet, he still had one chance.

As the vines clinging to him were slashed open by his dragon claws, he stopped running and charged toward the Evil Soul Master.

The Evil Soul Master merely tossed out soul skills, unconcerned by his counterattack because she held the Tier 4 Soul Tool: "Blood Tower Guard!"

The small tower grew in size, shielding her within.

Mu Xuanheng had no retreat left; he could only gamble on his ability to cleave through the tower: "Sky-Ripping Claw!"

The Evil Soul Master inside the tower witnessed everything; that was not the ability of a soul ring, but a soul bone skill.

Amidst the thrill, the Chaofeng brought joy; in the depths of despair, the perilous Chaofeng brought him a glimmer of hope.

The Sky-Ripping Claw did not leave a single mark on the tower.

The Evil Soul Master didn't even feel the Blood Tower vibrate: "You scared me. I thought it was some powerful soul bone effect. Turns out it couldn't even shake the Blood Tower."

But she immediately realized that this strike was not aimed at her.

The void-rending dragon claw combined with this strike tore open the space, revealing a tiny gap.

A wisp of gray air flowed out from within.

At that moment, the sky turned dim, and the gray air transformed into an elderly figure: "With the sun and moon in my palm, I pluck the stars; in this world, there is no one like me."

The figure took half a step forward, and all the thick resentment on the Blood Tower surged toward the Evil Soul Master inside.

She felt what it meant to be unable to live and unable to die.

The elderly voice grew faint: "Since you possess an aura I am familiar with, I shall reside within you."

The figure turned back into air and drilled into Mu Xuanheng's body.