A Fledgling Returns to the Nest, Thirteen Years Apart

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"You're a spiritual-type Soul Master. Don't even think about confusing me!!"

Two sharp, icy glints suddenly burst from Yan Qingjie's eyes.

Without hesitation, he lit up the fifth Soul Ring beneath his feet. A cold, violent aura centered on him and spread madly in all directions.

In that instant, it was as though an invisible giant hand had churned the deep waters of Sea God Lake.

Countless cries of ghosts and howls of wolves erupted violently from beneath the lake's surface, like ten million dead souls breaking free from the abyss at once.

Piercing shrieks and mournful wails intertwined into a terrifying wave of sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Countless translucent soul phantoms surged out from around Yan Qingjie, pouncing madly toward Long Zhanye like prisoners unleashed from their cells.

The souls came in all shapes and forms. Some were hideous, while others twisted and wailed in agony.

Every phantom carried a penetrating, corrosive force as they swept forward like a gray-white flood.

Seeing this, Long Zhanye did not hesitate in the slightest. He forcefully stepped onto the surface of Sea God Lake.

A violent, immense surge of Soul Power exploded outward from him like a mountain flood bursting through a dam.

Pale white Killing Intent, carrying incomparably fierce impact, crashed outward like an invisible massive wall.

The countless rushing soul phantoms, the instant they touched that Killing Intent—

were blown back, scattered, and annihilated like smoke caught in a gale, vanishing into nothingness.

Immediately after that.

Long Zhanye's Scapegoat finally released the Soul Rings of his first Martial Soul.

Five red, one white-gold, and two more red—eight Soul Rings lit up in sequence, and their terrifying Soul Power pressure instantly enveloped all of Sea God Lake.

The ripples upon