"Xuan Zi, you really didn't become a Limit Douluo."
Xuan Zi transformed into the Godly Taotie Bull and suppressed his opponent. "An Evil Soul Master who's a Super Douluo. Who are you?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. Don't you find it strange? You're only a little Soul King, so why haven't any of your good students come out?" The Evil Soul Master laughed loudly. "Because I prepared a Soul Saint with a Level 7 Soul Tool for them."
At those words, Xuan Zi attacked even more fiercely.
"Want to go save those students? Stay right here for now. Once we've taken control of their bodies and souls, I'll let you go."
Xuan Zi's eyes were bloodshot, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break through his opponent's defenses. All he could do was pray that the students he'd brought with him could hold out until he reached them.
But Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena didn't think that way.
Gu Yuena drew the Silver Dragon Spear. "Can you handle a Soul Saint?"
"Of course," Mu Xuanheng replied.
Wind and water lifted the six unconscious people from the ground and carried them to Wang Yan. "Get out of here quickly. We'll take care of the rest."
"Xuanheng." Bei Bei believed in Mu Xuanheng's strength, but this opponent was simply too powerful.
Mu Xuanheng glanced back. Bei Bei saw the confidence and determination in his eyes, and immediately took charge, leading everyone away.
"You think you can leave just because you want to?" Yuan Ying hurled a skull. Bei Bei immediately turned around, ready to use Reign Over the World.
Mu Xuanheng pinned the skull to the wall with an ice spike. "I wasn't planning to ask your opinion."
Yuan Ying let out a piercing wail. "A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, an External Soul Bone, and an unusual Soul Ring. No matter how well-equipped you are, you can never defeat me once I activate my Martial Soul Avatar."
In the eyes of a Soul Saint, all their extraordinary equipment was nothing more than spoils of war waiting to be claimed.
"Is that so? But I bet you've never seen Battle Armor."
"Battle Armor? What's that?"
Gu Yuena said coldly, "Something beyond your understanding. Battle Armor Yue, possess me."
Mu Xuanheng stepped forward to stand beside Gu Yuena. "Battle Armor Heng, possess me."
The Battle Armor emerged from their Space Soul Tools and attached itself to their bodies. Their auras rose sharply—not like the boost from a support-type Soul Master or the enhancement of a Soul Tool, but as if this were their true strength.
No one had ever seen such a thing before, let alone possessed one.
Yuan Ying stopped wailing. He was looking at something he couldn't comprehend: the pinnacle of Soul Tool development.
"What on earth is that?" His heart trembled, as if he were about to be slain by someone thirty levels above him.
The wings of the Chaofeng Dragon Body spread wide, gleaming in the air.
Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning danced around Gu Yuena, while various elements coiled around the Silver Dragon Spear.
They were only two Soul Ancestors, yet they filled a Soul Saint with dread.
Yuan Ying wailed, and the Level 7 Soul Tool, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, returned to his hand. It was already half-destroyed, yet he could still control the resentful spirits.
"Don't tell me you think Soul-Snatching Grudge Crossing can only turn resentment into poison. Try this!"
The resentful spirits that had not dissipated let out one mournful cry after another. They resonated with each other, gathering all their Soul Power.
Until they formed three resentful spirits at the Soul Emperor level.
And that wasn't the end. Yuan Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the resentful spirits red. His fifth Soul Ring lit up, further strengthening them. "Look closely. These three resentful spirits are enough to match a Soul Saint.
"What makes you think the two of you can defeat them? Your dragon claws? You smashed two Ghostly Resentful Skulls, but your claws can't withstand another blow at the level of a Soul Saint, can they?"
Gu Yuena glanced at Mu Xuanheng's hand. His close-range dragon claws could ignore defenses and crush the skulls, but that didn't mean his body was tough enough to withstand the strain.
Combined with the strike from Sky-Ripping Claw, his hand was badly injured.
"I'll take the lead. You support me." The Silver Dragon Spear pointed toward the three resentful spirits. Lightning flashed along it with the chirping of birds, and every attack carried the destructive force of thunder.
"I may be a Power Attack System Soul Master, but watch closely. I don't have to use my claws." Water vapor condensed into ice crystals. Flames ignited around them, and a vortex formed with the help of the wind before shooting forward.
The Silver Dragon Spear hooked a vortex onto its tip. Gu Yuena drew a circle with her spear, expanding the vortex, then thrust it out with force.
Ice and Fire Dual Heavens, accompanied by rolling thunder. Even the strengthened resentful spirits couldn't withstand that spear thrust.
With a flick of her spear, she took down one resentful spirit. With their coordination, the three mere Soul Emperor-level spirits were easily worn away in no time.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You're only Soul Ancestors. How can you have this kind of strength?" Unable to accept the truth, Yuan Ying began to go berserk.
The infant's arm glowed.
The two immediately recognized it. "A Soul Bone!"
Gu Yuena's gaze turned colder, and her killing intent grew overwhelming.
But that wasn't his final trick. Yuan Ying let out one last crazed laugh. "Look closely. This is the real Holy Spirit Flag."
The Soul Tool shattered, but a new Ten Thousand Soul Banner appeared.
Yuan Ying shrank back into human form, ending his Evil Soul Master's Martial Soul Avatar. This should have been the moment of victory, but the Ten Thousand Soul Banner began to flutter, emanating a sinister chill.
Electrolux said, "That's right. This is the real Ten Thousand Soul Banner."
It was a projection of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Martial Soul. The only person Yuan Ying could have called upon was the Holy Spirit Cult's Fifth Elder, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo.
"Please, my lord, lend me your aid."
As ghosts wailed, they heard someone transmit a message: "I'll lend you my power. When you return, you must offer a hundred Soul Master wraiths."
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I'll deliver the full amount."
The Evil Soul Master grinned. "My Soul Bone can store the resentment of the souls I refine without limit, then release it whenever I need. This isn't just the resentment I've accumulated over my lifetime. To kill you, I even borrowed that lord's power."
The immense resentment became a sinister wraith. It wasn't Yuan Ying's at all; it merely imitated Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, who controlled it remotely.
The wraith let out a shrill cry and lunged straight at Gu Yuena.
Her spear swept through the air, thunder roared, and a bolt of lightning struck the wraith, yet it didn't disperse. For the first time, Gu Yuena panicked. She didn't know how powerful this wraith was and had assumed it could only be controlled by a Soul Saint.
If she was struck by the resentment and accidentally inhaled it, Soul-Snatching Grudge Crossing could poison her to the brink of death, leaving her with little chance of survival.
Ice, fire, light, darkness—none of the elements worked now, and the Silver Dragon Spear couldn't possibly deflect it. All she could do was wait for it to hit and leave everything to fate.
"You're mine, so don't look like you've given up on living." Mu Xuanheng grabbed her and turned around, taking the brunt of the surging resentment with his own body.
The two of them were sent flying. They only slowed down when Gu Yuena stopped them with the wind.
"Why did he save me?"
"Did I succeed in winning him over? Is this what love is—being willing to die for someone?"
His face, his smile, and the moments they'd shared over the past year all came to mind.
"No. You can't die here. I won't allow it!" She had plenty of ways to convince herself, but this time she didn't search for any excuse. This time, she needed no reason at all. He couldn't die.
Water, light, wood, and every other element with healing properties surged into his body. "Mu Xuanheng! You have to hold on!"
Panic, urgency, and a hint of love too subtle to notice.
"I'm fine. The resentment doesn't affect me much."
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. "Be careful. That resentment was remotely controlled by a Titled Douluo and accumulated over many years. It's not that simple."
The negative effects of the resentment could dissipate, but the wounds on his body couldn't.
If not for the Battle Armor, he would have died from that blow.
He staggered to his feet, still trying to stand in front of Gu Yuena, but she grabbed him.
This time, she stood in front.
The immense wraith and the Soul Bone fueled her anger, which continued to build until Mu Xuanheng's severe injuries ignited it.
She held Mu Xuanheng's hand and pointed her spear at the wraith. The familiar Ultimate Ice flowed from his hand. She hurled the spear, and everything within a hundred meters turned to ice and snow.
Crack, crack, crack—the ice shattered. "What a peerless genius." The resentment surrounding the wraith thinned. "It's a shame this wraith has only so much resentment. Otherwise, I'd have made you my primary soul. My next strike will kill you both."
Gu Yuena didn't let go of him and run for her life. She stood straight, facing the attack that might come next.
She didn't know if she could block it, but she didn't want to run away alone.
"You won't get the chance." The First Soul Ring lit up. The Void Dragon Claw, which hadn't been used in a long time, seized the wraith and tore it apart, splitting it into several smaller ones.
He collapsed against Gu Yuena.
The Silver Dragon Spear thrust toward the sky, and fierce winds and blazing flames swept through the entire cave in an instant.
The last wisp of resentment didn't flee. Instead, it flew before them. "Holy Spirit Cult Fifth Elder, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo. I'll remember this grudge."
Gu Yuena stared coldly at the remaining fragment of soul. "I'll kill you within three years."
An unknown number of days later, Ten Thousand Soul Douluo received the remnant soul and heard the words, "I'll kill you within three years."
The Silver Dragon Spear lay on the ground. She held Mu Xuanheng, who had collapsed in her arms. She knew he wasn't dead, only injured, but she still didn't want to let go.
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