Battle a Soul Saint

Yan neither dodged nor evaded, his burning right leg sweeping out like a battle axe.

"Boom!"

The earthen wall exploded on impact. Amid the flying rubble, the leg's momentum did not diminish as it smashed heavily into the Soul Elder's waist.

"Crack!" The bone-breaking sound made teeth ache. The Soul Elder flew away like a rag doll, crashing through several small trees before collapsing limply to the ground, clearly on the verge of death.

He had dealt with the two of them in no more than a few breaths.

Yan flashed forward again, pushing Flowing Fire Burning Shadow to its limit and leaving behind streaks of fire that were impossible to track through the forest.

Every flicker was accompanied by a brief scream or dull thud, and another fleeing Fallen Soul Master would die.

The last Soul King had already fled several hundred meters. Just as he was about to rush into a denser forest with more complicated terrain, a trace of relief at having survived the disaster appeared in his eyes.

Yet the relief on his face froze instantly.

A dark gold fiery figure appeared abruptly at his side as though it had teleported, flying alongside him.

He could even feel the suffocating heat and icy killing intent emanating from Yan.

"In your next life, don't become a Fallen Soul Master again." Yan's calm voice sounded beside his ear.

The Soul King was terrified out of his wits. He desperately circulated his Soul Power, and the light of one final defensive soul skill lit up over his body.

Yan held two fingers together like a sword. Dark Gold Flame compressed at his fingertips into a dazzling golden point, which lightly tapped the Soul Power barrier the Soul King had hastily formed.

"Sizzle!"

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the Soul Power barrier was pierced as if it were paper. The golden light sank unimpeded into his temple.

The Soul King's body suddenly stiffened. The light in his eyes quickly faded. He staggered forward a few steps before falling face-first to the ground. A tiny charred hole marked his forehead, and he no longer breathed.

In less than ten breaths, every Fallen Soul Master who had attempted to flee had been executed.

At the edge of the clearing, only several charred corpses remained, still smoking faintly. The air was thick with the pungent stench of burning flesh and blood.

Yan slowly withdrew his stance. The dark gold Crimson Flame roiling around him and the Molten Domain gradually receded, but the enhancement from his four soul skills remained. His aura was still like a volcano poised to erupt.

He turned, his gaze returning to the center of the clearing.

Blood Leopard, the Fallen Soul Master leader, was still embedded in the shattered rock wall. His breath was faint as he struggled to free himself, but his injuries were too severe, making every effort futile.

Meanwhile, the black Soul Ring above the cross-legged Sindis's head had nearly stabilized completely and was about to finish being absorbed. The Soul Power fluctuations radiating from him grew increasingly powerful. He faintly possessed the beginnings of a Soul Saint, though his aura remained unstable.

Yan did not immediately kill Blood Leopard. His attention was focused more on Sindis.

He slowly raised his right arm, and blazing dark gold fire silently gathered around his fist.

There was no earth-shaking display of power. Instead, it was restrained to the extreme, as though he held a stellar core on the verge of exploding.

Just before the black Soul Ring above Sindis's head stabilized and completely merged into his body—

A sharp glint flashed through Yan's eyes as he threw a punch through the air.

"Flame Fall: Fierce Kill!"

An extremely condensed dark red flaming fist shadow shot out like a meteor tearing through the night sky. It made no sound, yet it was so fast that it surpassed the limit of sight, blasting straight toward Sindis.

This strike contained the high-temperature penetration of Burning Flame and the terrifying power of the Crimson Dragon Tyrant Body, along with the concentrated explosive force of the Flame Fall Fist Technique. Its power was horrifying.

Just as the dark red streak was about to pierce through Sindis, his tightly shut eyes snapped open at the critical moment.

There was no confusion from having just broken through in his eyes—only belated horror and the instinct driven by a mad desire to survive.

He did not even have time to think. Under the threat of death, his body made its most extreme response, and his entire upper body suddenly arched backward.

The dark red fist shadow grazed past his forehead, scattering a trail of blood droplets and charred flesh. The scorching heat instantly curled and burned the hair at his forehead, bringing searing pain.

The fist shadow continued onward, sinking into the rock wall behind him and leaving behind a fist-sized hole so deep that its bottom could not be seen. The edges were smooth as a mirror, while the surrounding rock had taken on a glass-like appearance from melting and rapidly cooling.

Sindis was still shaken, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. He sprang up from the ground and swept his gaze around.

The clearing was a scene of devastation. The Fallen Soul Master squad had been nearly wiped out, while Blood Leopard was embedded in the rock wall, barely clinging to life.

Towering rage and killing intent instantly drowned out the small joy of having just broken through to Soul Saint.

Meanwhile, Yan, the culprit behind it all, stood amid the forest with the savage Earth Flame Lizard Dragon Armor still covering his body.

At that moment, how could Sindis not understand what had happened? If he had not reacted quickly just now, he likely would have died beneath that little bastard's punch as well.

"You little bastard! How dare you do this! Today, I'll make you beg for life and beg for death!" Sindis roared harshly, his face twisted.

Only he knew that the imperial viscount identity was merely a smokescreen used to conceal his true identity.

In truth, he was the real leader of this Fallen Soul Master squad. As for Blood Leopard, the apparent leader of the Fallen Soul Master squad, he was Sindis's younger brother, Sindik.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black Soul Rings rose beneath his feet. The pressure belonging to a Soul Saint erupted with a crash. Though unstable, it still carried an imposing force that could not be underestimated.

His Martial Soul appeared: the phantom of a Shadow Leopard, dark all over with sleek lines and crimson eyes. It hovered behind him, radiating an eerie and dangerous aura.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Sindis held nothing back and directly unleashed his strongest trump card.

His body began changing violently. His muscles swelled, his bones stretched, and short dark fur that seemed to swallow light covered his skin.

His head turned into a savage leopard's head, his limbs became sharp claws, and a long tail lashed flexibly behind him.

In an instant, he transformed into a dark giant leopard three meters tall and over five meters long!

"Shadow Assault!" Sindis, transformed into the true form of the Shadow Leopard, growled as the third Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.

His enormous body instantly blurred, as if melting into the surrounding light and shadows. Trailing a series of afterimages, he pounced toward Yan at astonishing speed.

His claws shot straight for Yan's throat, moving so quickly that only a faint black mark remained where he had stood.

"Good!" Battle intent rose in Yan's eyes. This newly advanced Soul Saint was perfect for testing his current strength.

Rather than retreating, he charged forward. He stomped down, shattering the ground, and his right fist—burning with Dark Gold Burning Flame, clad in Earth Flame Lizard Dragon Armor, and wrapped in the phantom of a Crimson Dragon—met the tearing dark claws without any flourish.

"Flame Fall: Torrent Collapse!"

Fist and claw collided!

"Boom!"

An explosion far more violent than before erupted.

Dark gold Crimson Flame and dark Soul Power tangled wildly.

Sindis felt a tearing pain surge from his claws. That dark gold fire was not merely absurdly hot—it also carried a purifying will that burned the soul, frantically eroding his shadow-attributed Soul Power.