Fly One More Time for Me?

Xiao Chen's face had gone deathly pale.

He knew he had misjudged.

Completely misjudged.

Jiang Ming's soul skills were completely different from everyone else's!

Not only was their destructive power far beyond that of other Martial Souls, they were also filled with incomprehensible strangeness.

Moreover, Jiang Ming's Soul Power was terrifyingly abundant. Even after unleashing so many soul skills in succession, he showed no sign of exhaustion.

Without hesitation, Xiao Chen's third Soul Ring lit up.

Sharp beast claws shot straight for Jiang Ming's back.

Qin Yue's Red Wolf phantom followed closely behind, its fangs snapping toward Jiang Ming's throat.

Ling Tian also used a soul skill.

Claws as hard as iron, carrying immense Soul Power, clawed toward Jiang Ming's forehead.

Liu Feng unleashed his third soul skill.

The Black Iron Staff tripled in size, black light flowing across its shaft as it swept toward Jiang Ming's legs.

Four attacks.

From four directions.

Every escape route had been sealed.

"Die!"

Xiao Chen's furious roar echoed through the hall.

He refused to believe that a thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor could emerge unscathed from an encirclement from four directions.

Even if Jiang Ming possessed a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, he was still alone.

They had four soul masters and over a hundred guards.

This was the City Lord's Mansion. This was his territory.

The green beast claw was only three feet from Jiang Ming's back.

Qin Yue's fangs had already touched Jiang Ming's collar.

Liu Feng's Black Iron Staff howled toward him, its fierce wind already stirring the hem of Jiang Ming's clothes.

Then...

Jiang Ming raised his right hand.

Silver-gray light exploded from his palm.

It was as though a cold moon had broken free from his hand.

Wherever the light reached, space itself began to wail.

Then.

Everything stopped.

The green wolf claw froze three feet behind Jiang Ming, as though it had struck an invisible wall.

Qin Yue's fangs were only an inch from his skin, yet they could no longer advance even a fraction.

Ling Tian's eagle claws hung three feet above Jiang Ming's head, frozen in midair.

Ling Tian himself remained in a diving posture, but he looked like an insect sealed in amber, unable even to blink.

The savage expression from his attack still hung on his face, but something deep in his eyes had begun to collapse.

Liu Feng's Black Iron Staff stopped three inches before Jiang Ming's knees.

The black glow on the staff was still shining, but the staff itself could no longer move forward.

The space within a ten-meter radius had been stripped away by Jiang Ming!

The two sides were no longer in the same space.

Just as you could not harm your reflection in a mirror.

"Continue!"

Jiang Ming lightly moved his fingers.

A powerful surge of Soul Power swept out, blasting all four of them away!

"Second Soul Skill: Wolf Collapse Cannon!"

Xiao Chen desperately drove the Soul Power within his body, and the Silver Wolf phantom behind him opened its jaws.

Countless silver-white points of light spewed from the wolf's mouth.

Each one was a Soul Power bullet compressed to the extreme, raining down upon Jiang Ming from all directions.

This was Xiao Chen's trump card.

Every Soul Power bullet possessed enough force to pierce gold and shatter stone. Even defensive soul masters of the same level had to avoid their edge.

Those points of light whistled toward Jiang Ming.

Then...

They all stopped in midair.

Dozens of silver-white points floated around Jiang Ming like raindrops frozen in the air, utterly motionless.

Jiang Ming turned his head.

He glanced at Xiao Chen.

His third Soul Ring flashed!

Then all those points of light flew back.

It was not a rebound.

It was a Spatial Shift!

Those points retraced their original paths at even greater speed, all of them blasting into Xiao Chen's body.

Xiao Chen's body trembled violently. Every point of light that struck him left behind a fist-sized bloody hole.

His shoulders, arms, abdomen, thighs...

Blood gushed from dozens of wounds at once, instantly dyeing him into a blood-soaked figure.

"Let him go! Come at me if you have the guts!"

Seeing her husband beaten into a bloody mess, tears spilled from Qin Yue's eyes.

Jiang Ming ignored Qin Yue. His gaze fell upon Ling Tian.

Ling Tian's eyes were filled with fear.

Not fear of death.

But fear of being utterly powerless.

He was a level thirty-three Soul Elder. He had run rampant through Nuoding City for more than ten years, and others had always feared him.

Yet Jiang Ming had merely moved a finger and severely wounded him!

This sense of powerlessness was more despairing than death.

"Your Martial Soul is a Swallow."

Jiang Ming's voice was soft.

Ling Tian froze.

He did not know why Jiang Ming had suddenly brought up his Martial Soul.

"Swallows fly quickly and excel at aerial ambushes. You've won quite a few battles with that ability, haven't you?"

Jiang Ming extended a finger and touched Ling Tian's left wing.

"But wings..."

His finger lightly traced across it.

"Are the easiest things to break."

Silver-gray light flashed.

"Space Tear."

Ling Tian's left wing separated from his body.

The blue-gray wing fell to the ground.

The texture of its feathers remained on it, every single feather clearly visible.

Excruciating pain surged into Ling Tian's mind.

It was not the pain of torn flesh, but a deeper pain that reached into his soul.

A Martial Soul was part of a soul master's body, an extension of the soul. A piece of it had been forcibly stripped away alive.

That pain was a hundred times worse than losing an arm.

"Aah—!"

Ling Tian let out a scream that did not sound human.

But Jiang Ming did not stop.

His finger moved to Ling Tian's right wing.

"Fly one more time for me."

The right wing was stripped away as well.

Ling Tian's scream abruptly stopped.

It was not because the pain had faded.

It was because the pain had reached such an extreme that he could no longer make a sound.

"Can't fly anymore?"

Jiang Ming's voice remained calm.

Ling Tian could no longer speak. He could only shake his head desperately, his eyes full of pleading.

Jiang Ming looked at him.

Then he raised his hand and gently pressed it against Ling Tian's chest.

His fourth Soul Ring lit up.

"Space Compression."

Starting from his chest, Ling Tian's body was crushed inward by an invisible force.

His body shrank little by little, his ribs piercing through his skin as blood spilled from the cracks.

But the blood did not splatter. It was bound around his body by spatial power, forming a bizarre ball of blood.

When it was over, Ling Tian was gone.

In his place was a fist-sized sphere floating above Jiang Ming's palm.

Jiang Ming closed his five fingers.

The sphere shattered into dust.

The powder fell to the ground and mixed with the blood covering the floor.

Liu Feng witnessed everything.

Xiao Chen had been beaten into a bloody mess. Ling Tian's wings had been torn off, and then his entire body had been compressed into a ball.

All of those scenes unfolded before Liu Feng's eyes, yet he could not even close them.

Because fear had drowned out everything else.

When Jiang Ming's gaze finally fell upon him, Liu Feng's body began to tremble violently.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

"Please... don't kill me... I can give you anything... money, property, the entire Liu Clan... I'll give it all to you... please..."

Liu Feng's face was filled with terror.

"When the cemetery was demolished."

"You took part too."

Jiang Ming's gaze was calm.

There was no anger, no hatred, not even a trace of emotion.

Yet that calmness terrified Liu Feng more than any ferocity.

Because it meant...

The other side intended to wipe them all out!