Hengyue First Battle

"Xuan Zi, you truly failed to reach the limit."

Xuan Zi transformed into the Godly Taotie Bull, suppressing his opponent: "An Evil Soul Master who is a Super Douluo. Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant. Don't you find it strange? Even though they are merely small Soul Ancestors, why haven't a single one of your good students escaped?" The Evil Soul Master laughed aloud: "Because I prepared a Soul Saint equipped with a level 7 Soul Tool for them."

Hearing this, Xuan Zi struck with even greater ferocity.

"What, wanting to go save those students? Stay here for now. Once their corpses and souls are under our control, I will let you pass."

Xuan Zi's eyes were bloodshot, yet he could not break through his opponent's defensive line. He could only pray that the students he brought could hold out until he arrived.

But Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena did not think so.

Gu Yuena drew the Silver Dragon Spear: "A Soul Saint, are you confident?"

Mu Xuanheng: "Of course I am."

Gales and water currents carried the six unconscious people on the ground to Wang Yan: "Hurry and get out, leave the rest to the two of us."

Bei Bei: "Xuanheng." He trusted Mu Xuanheng's combat power, but this time the opponent was too powerful.

Mu Xuanheng looked back, and Bei Bei saw his confidence and determination, immediately taking command to lead the others away.

"Do you think you can just leave if you want to?" Yuan Ying threw out a skull, and Bei Bei immediately turned around, intending to use Reign Over the World.

Mu Xuanheng directly pinned the skull to the wall with an ice spike: "I didn't intend to ask for your opinion."

Yuan Ying let out a shrill cry: "A 100,000-year soul ring, external soul bone, and variant soul rings. No matter how many configurations you have, it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat me while I have activated my Martial Soul Avatar."

In the eyes of a Soul Saint, the configurations they possessed that surpassed others were merely the final spoils of war.

"Is that so? But you have definitely never seen Battle Armor."

"Battle Armor? What is Battle Armor?"

Gu Yuena said coldly: "Something that transcends your understanding. Battle Armor Yue, equip."

Mu Xuanheng took a half-step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gu Yuena: "Battle Armor Heng, equip."

The Battle Armor emerged from their storage Soul Tools and attached to their bodies. Their auras surged abruptly; this was not the boost of an auxiliary-type soul master, nor the enhancement of a Soul Tool, but seemed to be their true, innate strength.

No one had ever seen such a thing before, and certainly no one had ever possessed it.

Yuan Ying stopped crying; he saw something incomprehensible. It was the pinnacle of Soul Tool development.

"What on earth is this?" His heart trembled, as if he were about to be killed by someone thirty levels his junior.

The Chaofeng Dragon Body spread its wings, shimmering in the air.

Wind, fire, lightning, and electricity danced around Gu Yuena, and the Silver Dragon Spear was entwined with various elements.

Even though they were merely Soul Ancestors, they made him, a Soul Saint, feel fear.

Yuan Ying wailed, and the level 7 Soul Tool Ten Thousand Soul Banner returned to his hands. Although it was already half-ruined, it could still control vengeful spirits.

"You don't think my Soul-Snatching Grudge Crossing can only turn resentment into deadly poison, do you? Try this!"

The un-dissipated vengeful spirits let out mournful howls; they resonated, gathering all their soul power together.

Until they formed three Soul Emperor-level vengeful spirits.

This was not the end. Yuan Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the vengeful spirits red, and his fifth soul ring lit up, further strengthening them: "Watch closely, these three vengeful spirits are enough to rival a Soul Saint.

How can you two defeat them? By relying on your dragon claws? After crushing two resentful skulls, your claws can't possibly withstand another impact of Soul Saint level, right?"

Gu Yuena glanced at Mu Xuanheng's hand. Although his melee dragon claws could ignore defense and crush skulls, it did not mean he had sufficient physical durability.

Coupled with the blow from the Sky-Ripping Claw, his hand was severely injured.

"I'll take the lead, you provide support." The Silver Dragon Spear pointed at the three vengeful spirits, lightning flickering on the spear like a bird chirping, every attack carrying the destructive sensation of lightning.

Mu Xuanheng: "Although I am a power-attack soul master, you should look clearly—I don't necessarily have to use my claws." Water vapor condensed into ice crystals, flames ignited around them, and then they were launched as a vortex with the help of the gale.

The Silver Dragon Spear picked up a vortex and hung it on the spear. Gu Yuena drew a circle with the long spear, making the vortex even larger, and thrust it out fiercely.

Ice and fire combined, carrying rolling thunder. Even the strengthened vengeful spirits could hardly withstand this strike.

With every flick of the spear, a vengeful spirit was struck; the mere three Soul Emperor-level vengeful spirits were easily worn down in no time under their coordination.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You are only Soul Ancestors, how could you have such combat power?" Yuan Ying could not accept the truth and began to go mad.

The infant's arms emitted a bright light.

The two immediately recognized it: "A soul bone!"

Gu Yuena's eyes became colder, her killing intent incomparably thick.

And this was not his final trump card. Yuan Ying let out a final, wild laugh: "Look clearly, this is the true Holy Spirit Flag."

The Soul Tool shattered, but a new Ten Thousand Soul Banner appeared.

Yuan Ying receded and returned to human form; the Evil Soul Master's Martial Soul Avatar ended. This should have been the moment of victory, but the Ten Thousand Soul Banner began to flutter, carrying a chilling, sinister aura.

Electrolux: "That's right, this feeling is the true Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

It was a projection of the Martial Soul Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The person Yuan Ying was calling could only be the Fifth Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo.

"Please, my lord, take action."

The ghosts wailed, and a voice transmitted to him: "Lend me your power; upon your return, you must offer up one hundred vengeful spirits of soul masters."

"Thank you for your grace, my lord. This subordinate will certainly deliver the full amount."

The Evil Soul Master grinned broadly: "My soul bone can infinitely store the resentment of refined souls, releasing them only when needed. This isn't just my life's accumulation; to kill you, I even borrowed the power of that lord."

The surging resentment transformed into a ghastly specter, yet this specter was not truly his; it was merely a simulation of the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo, controlled by him from a distance.

The specter shrieked, lunging straight at Gu Yuena.

The long spear danced, thunder roared, and a bolt of heavenly lightning struck the specter, yet it failed to disperse it. For the first time, a flicker of panic appeared in Gu Yuena, for she did not know the strength of this specter, assuming it was only at a level a soul saint could control.

If struck by the resentment and accidentally inhaled, the Soul-Snatching Grudge Crossing would poison her, leaving her near death with little chance of survival.

Ice, fire, light, darkness—no element worked at this moment, and the Silver Dragon Spear could never deflect it. She could only wait for the impact and leave everything to fate.

"You belong to me, so don't look like you're waiting to die." Mu Xuanheng grabbed her and turned, taking the surging resentment with his own body.

The two were sent flying instantly, only slowing down when Gu Yuena used wind to halt their momentum.

Why did he save me?

Have I succeeded in my conquest? Is this love, willing to die for another?

His voice and smile, the past year of time, surfaced before her eyes.

No, you cannot die here. I won't allow it! She had plenty of ways to convince herself, but this time she found no excuses; this time, she needed no reason—you cannot die.

Water, light, wood, and every element with healing properties surged madly into his body: "Mu Xuanheng! You must hold on."

Panic, urgency, and a trace of imperceptible love.

"It's fine, the resentment doesn't affect me much."

Pfft. He spat out a mouthful of blood: "Be careful, that should be a remote control by a Title Douluo combined with years of accumulated resentment; it's not that simple."

The negative effects brought by the resentment could dissipate, but the physical wounds could not.

If not for his Battle Armor, he would have already died from that blow.

He staggered to his feet, wanting to stand in front of Gu Yuena again, but she pulled him back.

This time, she took the lead.

The massive specter and the soul bone caused her anger to accumulate, until Mu Xuanheng's severe injury ignited it.

She held Mu Xuanheng's hand, her long spear pointing at the specter. A familiar Ultimate Ice emanated from her hand. The long spear was thrown, and within a hundred meters, everything turned to ice and snow.

Crack, crack, crack. The ice shattered: "What a talented prodigy." The resentment on the specter grew thin. "It's a pity the resentment of this specter is limited, otherwise I would have made you my main souls. With the next strike, both of you will die."

Gu Yuena did not choose to let go of him and flee, but stood straight, facing the final strike that might come.

She did not know if she could block it, but she did not want to run alone.

"You won't have that chance." Her first soul ring lit up, and the Void Dragon Claw, which had not been used for a long time, tore the specter apart, splitting it into several small ghosts.

He also collapsed onto Gu Yuena.

The Silver Dragon Spear thrust toward the sky, and gale-force winds and raging fire instantly swept through the entire cavern.

The last lingering trace of the specter did not fly away, but drifted before them: "Fifth Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo. I have noted this grudge today."

Gu Yuena looked coldly at the remnant soul: "Within three years, I will kill you."

Days later, the Ten Thousand Soul Douluo received the remnant soul and heard the words, "Within three years, I will kill you."

The Silver Dragon Spear lay on the ground, and she held the collapsed Mu Xuanheng in her arms; even though she knew he wasn't dead, only injured, she simply could not bring herself to let go.